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Chapter 3

You directed Jihoon back to your photos and went back to show him the albums. You didn't have many of them to show, but the ones in there that you did, would help prove your point.

"Just Namjoon?" Jihoon asked. At first, you were confused, and then you remembered.

"Oh, yeah. The only other idol album I have."

"To Moon, To Moon, To Moon?" Jihoon said in response. You pressed your lips together.

"Second, only other idol album I have," you corrected. Jihoon didn't look amused, even as you clicked on the album of photos that was only of him. If you didn't know any better, you would think that Jihoon was experiencing something akin to jealousy.

His tone of voice got deeper when he saw that you had pictures of other idols, his body stiffer at any evidence that you might like another idol more than him. The wish to put more pictures of himself on your phone because he didn't think you had enough...

But you did know better. You knew he wasn't jealous because he was Lee Jihoon from Seventeen and it was ridiculous to imagine for even a moment that he was even possibly jealous and wanted more of your attention.

"See?" You said softly. Jihoon took back complete control of your phone and began to look through the pictures. He went back after a moment and seemed to compare his album with the other ones on your phone. After only a moment he seemed satisfied. He handed you back your phone.

"You could still use more pictures. There's no such thing as too many pictures."

There was such things as too many pictures.

You knew better than anyone just how dangerous photos could be. They invoked powerful emotions that could stay with a person for the rest of their lives. Photos used to be one of your favorite things. Back when you were always happy they were a good thing. You were reminded of pleasant memories. Reminded of a good past that made you want to see your friends.

At some point, your pictures just reminded you of how unhappy you were. Looking at them just brought on a heavy sense of dread.

"Why did you leave a comment on my instagram?" You finally asked. You had been thinking about it since it happened. You wanted to ask as soon as you saw him, but then again, you wanted to ask him a lot as soon as you saw him. What was he doing out here anyways?

But you couldn't really seem to find the words or even formulate a coherent enough thought to really grip the situation.

It was so weird that Jihoon was just... Here with you. He acted like you two were old friends like he knew you. Sure you acted the same way but to be completely real it was weird that either of you acted like that.

"Cause you posted a picture of me. It's only fair," he responded. "Besides, don't you comment on all of my photos?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. The acquisition itself was suspicious. You knew that there were a lot of people that commented under Jihoon's posts. Many that commented under every post, and many that commented a lot under every post.

You commented very minimally under every post he made just about as soon as he made it. The idea that he ever actually saw those comments felt unreal to you.

"I do that with a lot of idols, not just you," you responded stubbornly looking away from Jihoon. You weren't sure if he was teasing you or not. You were pretty sure he was, but the words were spoken rather plainly, not jokingly.

"I've noticed."

Jihoon's eyes bore into your side, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of looking at him. Instead, you brushed grass off of your lap and stood up.

"Look I should be going..."

"Oh, how the tables have turned," Jihoon replied dryly. "Now I'm the one who has to clamor for your attention."

You gave him a confused look.

"I... I don't understand."

Jihoon shrugged, a small smile crossing his lips.

"Have you noticed yet?" He asked you. Now you were even more confused.

"Noticed what?"

"Noticed that you aren't shaking," he replied. "And you're sweating."

You stared at Jihoon wordlessly for a moment.

How... How did he know about that? How did he know about the shaking?

And, why was he right?

You had spent all day trying to warm up, trying to calm down but when you raised your hand to check the status of your shaking body you found that he was right.

Oh my god, he was right.

You weren't shaking at all.

"Goodbye," you replied. He nodded once.

"Oh, you'll see me again."

You turned around and walked away. You kept playing that scene around in your head.

When had you stopped shaking? When had you stopped feeling cold?

You were so confused, so completely and utterly confused.

Later that night, when you were trying to feel the urge to do something... Anything. You got a notification on your phone.

Woozi had posted another picture on Instagram.

You didn't really want to look. Everything about him now was just so confusing, and you couldn't stand that confusion.

But you couldn't help wondering what he had posted either way.

You lifted your phone and slide it unlocked.

The picture was one taken at the park. It wouldn't be obvious to anyone who looked at the photo, and at first, the photo didn't seem significant until you noticed your figure walking away in the distance.

Your eyes drifted to the caption. One word.

"웃어"