I pursed my lips in disappointment. I thought we went out to have a proper date?! But seeing him busy with his cigarette… argh! I hate him. I told him a hundred times that smoking is dangerous to his health but he never listened! Until now, I’m wondering how I can put up with his attitude. I guess I love him to the point that I can ignore every bad thing about him…?
I twisted my head to glance at him. Argh! He’s still at it! He doesn’t even paying me any attention! How about I burn him with his cigarettes?! It’s really grating into my nerves!
“Sehun… “I said, trying to control the anger that’s rising from my throat.
“Can you-”
“No.“ He said, cutting me off.
I can’t take this anymore! Turning around, I breathed in. Tears were forming at the corners of my eyes. I acted like a stupid child weren’t I? But I don’t care! This time, I’d like him to notice me… Yes, I know that he loves me but sometimes… sometimes… I just can’t feel it.
“Fine.” I said firmly.
Briskly, I walked through streets. I could feel him following… but seriously, what’s the point? He can’t give up on smoking and I don’t appreciate that. You can understand me, right? Can’t I be concerned?
“Wait-”
“No.”
“I said-”
Suddenly, I felt his strong hand on my arm. His hold was strong enough to stop me from walking. He forcefully pulled me so I turned around, only to meet his sharp eyes.
“What?”
He blew on his cigarette, much to my chagrin. He threw it on the floor and stepped on it afterwards. What was he trying to do?
His look was sharp. Jawline obvious and lips tightly forming a line: there’s no doubt that he’s angry. Wait…He has no right! I should be the one getting mad! What now?! Am I in the wrong here?
I wanted to return his defiant look but I felt so small under his gaze (well, except from the fact that I’m really short…Anyways!).
“What do you want?”
“Well," he’s still wearing his wrinkled brow. "I’m sorry…" he said in a gruff voice.
WHAT THE HELL! IS HE REALLY TRYING TO SAY SORRY?!
“Is that an apology? Well, no thanks. I don’t need it." I said strongly. Wah. It’s my first time, okay? As much as possible, I don’t want to see his hurt face so I watch my words carefully. Maybe, I’d put on my armor tonight. Just tonight, so that he realizes what he’s trying to throw away.
