Bonus: Seo-Yeon

I walked to his room with bated breath and knocked on his door before I had time to think about it, but he didn't answer. It was still early so I know he wasn't asleep yet. I looked around for him everywhere until I heard his voice behind the front door, he was talking to a girl. I paused for a moment as I began to register her voice... wasn't this the girl we flew kites with? Were they still in touch after all this time?
 I was about to go up to them when I heard him speak to her in a tone I had never heard from him before. It was soft? And full of worry? I opened the door as quietly as I could. I saw a look in his eyes I had never seen before, but I saw her sneer in disgust at him. She walked away and he looked...hurt.


My heart started to pound as I began to put the pieces together just when I saw him watch her storm off. After a few minutes he started to make his way to the door so I hid behind them. He walked in, but soon after walked away. My heart started to hurt as I tried to figure out what was going on. And it dropped to my knees when he came back a few hours later drunker than I had ever seen him. Tears started streaming down my face as I tried to walk away but he saw me, it was too late. I quickly brushed the tears away before he could see and pulled a smile before reaching out to help him walk. He looked at my hand on his arm. I had started tearing up again out of nowhere but I tried hard not to let tears fall in front of him.

I was just about to pull my hand away when he unexpectedly took it and held it in his hand longer than anticipated before pulling it back down. He turned to look at me and told me not to bring him tea anymore. My ears were ringing, I was almost crying again and I had to get out of there quickly. He murmured something about being uncomfortable and I almost crumbled right there and then. What was happening to me? Where was all this emotion coming from? It wasn't supposed to be anything more than a crush, but why did I feel in that my life was being sucked out of me?

 I tried to leave, but I noticed something odd. He was rambling about something or another, still drunk but I still felt his eyes on me. As soon as I managed to get a hold of my tears, I looked up at him and he was just staring at me the whole time. It was by far the most intense look I had seen on his face, more so than the one he just gave to Hui-Jee. What on earth was going on? As soon as my eyes met his, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Unable to take it any longer I began to walk away but he took by the arm to stop me. I looked up at him again but he walked up to me so quickly I almost fell backward. He was just looking at me again... and brushed my hair away from my eyes before giving me a defeated look and walking to his room. Maybe I was just imagining it, or I wanted it to happen despite everything... but did he stop quickly to smell my hair before going to his room?
 As soon as he was out of sight I ran to my room as quickly but as quietly as I could before his father spotted me. I threw myself in bed, unexpectedly heartbroken that the boy I had a crush on liked someone else but also confused at what hopped just now? The way he looked at me...maybe...?


I just shrugged it off as him being drunk. And as to my own feelings…hot tears began to burn my skin before I even had time to think about it. 
 But I didn't want to think about it anymore if what I felt for him was just a crush or possibly more. I decided from that moment on to focus on my brother's situation and to find a way to distract myself until he came for me. I couldn't just stay silent by Seon-Ho's side anymore, not after this new revelation...


But how? Seon-Ho had recently taken a brand new interest in me out of nowhere and i was really starting to feel overwhelmed. He was just everywhere I wanted to go, he was involving himself in every chore I tried to carry out and he actually took an interest in the books that I liked and finally talked to me behind his father’s back instead of ignoring me altogether. And worst of all, he wouldn’t stop finding ways to brush up against me and touch me as much as he could when it wasn’t allowed between the two sexes until marriage.



The timing of this all could not be more of a coincidence and i was trying my best not to feel offended but it was honestly really hard. Why was he doing this to me? Was he really just going to use me to make another woman jealous? What was i to him really? Just a tool to use against others? His guest? Or was i a hostage in his home? Even the way he was treating me was so entirely foreign to me that i was beginning to loose my composure around him. He started staring at me a lot more, and not just at my face. When he talked to me, he started standing to me close enough to me to get a closer view of his lips than i could have ever have wished for. They were just so full and pink and perfect that i could not help but to be distracted by it every single time that he talked to me. And he knew what he was doing, it was like he was deliberately trying to torture and test me on purpose. And when i tried to distance myself from him, he threw a tantrum like i had never seen before in my entire life. His eyes grew really dark and his voice sounded sad, but he way he looked at me was something i would never forget until the day i died. He acted as if he owned me, but not in terns of our social differences. It almost sounded like...i was his person.