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Chapter Twenty-Seven

My anger towards Ten lengthened for days. I told Ellie what he had said to me, as well as to his teammates who asked.

But I never forget to tell each of them how disappointed I am with Ten.

"I feel the same, noona. Hyung may be a sweet person, but sometimes, Ten hyung can be a dickhead."

I remembered what Jeno said. I sighed.

Maybe Ten really loves Seulgi.

"I really hate him! He's so... unpredictable. One day, he's kissing me. The other day, comforting me. Then he gets mad at me at the next day, then boom! He hates me and ignores me for days!" I cursed and picked out the grass underneath me as I talked to myself.

It's a weekend, and I'm out alone in the park. Yeah, as cliche as it may seem, the scenery here calms me down.

"Yah, be nice to Mother Nature, Winter."

I cursed again as I was shocked to see Taeyong in front of me. He sat beside me and smiled.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He pouted. "Are you not happy to see me?"

"Nope." But I was just kidding.

"Okay, fine. I'll go then." He pretended to be displeased and stood up. I let out a cackle and pulled him back to my side.

"Aw. How baby-ish!" I ruffled his hair. "But seriously, how did you find out I was here?" I scooted closer to his side.

"I didn't know you were here. I was just walking until I heard someone cursing and the grass calling for help." He laughed and looked at me funny.

It was my turn to frown at him. I hit him hard on his arm.

"I hate you."

"No, you can't."

"You know very well."

Then there was a comfortable silence between us. I sighed. I kinda remembered this when Ten and I were in Hawaii, when he got jealous of a boy...

Little did I know that I was crying. Again.

Taeyong looked at me. I looked back at him.

He stared.

I pouted.

He opened his arms wide.

I sobbed louder.

He smiled.

"Mr. Cuddles is waiting." He said.

I took his invitation and went into his open arms. He rested his chin on my shoulder while I laid my face on his and nuzzled on the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

He smelled something like mint; whereas Ten's scent was more like a fruit – a strawberrish type.

He rocked us back and forth, like a baby's cradle. I was still sobbing, whilst he continued brushing my hair with his hands.

"Don't do it." I mumbled.

He chuckled lightly. "You're feeling sleepy, aren't you?"

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