Forgetting you is the Hardest Part

Chapter Two: Cupcake

*Knock knock knock*

I heard knocking from the door…

It might be him.

I got up from the couch and carefully opened the door.

I saw someone I least expected to see.

"Why are you here?!" I said, slightly making my voice louder.

It was none other than the great…

Chanyeol.

I realized I didn't get to ask his last name.

Maybe it's Lee? Jung? Hwang? I don't know, and I really don't care.

"Why are YOU here?" He asked, raising his brow on me. Tss, YOU HAVE THE GUTS TO SAY THAT?! YOU APPEARED RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY DOORSTEPS! I wanted to shout at him so much. But my mother will hear me. She always thought I was her little angel, which I'd like to keep as my image, so I managed to keep quiet. JUST BECAUSE OF THAT.

"Well, Mister Chansung, this is my house." I pretended to forget his name, so he would feel unimportant. Which he is. Kind of. Sort of. A bit. Slight. Ugh.

He looked offended at first, then started to forming a smirk on his lips and said, "I don't believe you. I'm sure you made a big mental note not to forget my name"

"You have the guts, don't you?" I rolled my eyes at him. This little idiot.

"Well, yeah. I have the looks why can't I?" True, true.

WAIT, WHAT?! You can't agree with anything he says, Jinri! You CAN'T! >_<

"Tss, what are you doing here?" I gave up and just asked him why the heck he's here.

"I'm looking for Mrs. Choi Jiyeon's daughter."

"…I am her daughter. WHAT DO YOU NEED FROM ME?!" I tried sound so scared, which I thought was unnessecary.

"Stop lying." He said, shaking his head.

"But I'm not! Why do need me, anyway?"

"Well, if you're not lying, then I need to give you this gift." He held up a blue box with a cute pink ribbon on it.

Wait…

Is he…

"Are you…"

"I'm Mrs. Soonmi's nephew."

My jaw hung open. So he's what I've been waiting for.. And he's…

My neighbor.

GAAAAAAAH! SO I'LL SEE HIM?! EVERYDAY?!?!

Yes! Thank God!

Wait, whutttt? What's happening, Jinri? Am I sick?

"Oh, you are?" I said calmly, but deep inside, I wanted to spazz in front of him.

But why would I spazz?

What is this that I'm feeling?

Ugh…

I can feel him staring at me. Maybe he was studying my features? I don't know. I grew more and more uncomfortable, until I couldn't hold it in anymore and stared back at him.

I swear…

Time stopped…

We looked at each other's eyes.

Not wanting to let go.

I'm young, and I don't know a lot of things...

Is this what they call...