Wait for me

Chapter 8 - Were you going to go further?

"What were those screams?" Chanwoo asks as he enters the room; I'm completely covered with the blanket.

"Nothing," I reply, burying my face deeper under the sheets. "Sometimes Junhoe is such an idiot."

"Why? What did he do? Oh...right, the kiss." She laughs, and I feel her sit up in bed. "Well, remember that yesterday wasn't the June we know, so you shouldn't blame him," she says, trying to ease my discomfort and embarrassment. She can't, because she doesn't know the whole story.

"I'm going to tell you this because I'm going to need a friend who can give me advice, and I'm your Hyung, understand? So you're going to keep this a secret, and you won't tell anyone," I warn him, stepping out of my hiding place. He starts laughing. "What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that this blanket is made to your size, it wouldn't cover my body at all." He stops laughing when he sees my annoyed face. "Alright, Hyung, I'll keep your secret."

-It wasn't just a kiss

-Oh

"There were two, well three," I admit with great effort. "Yesterday I got sentimental and he comforted me, then he kissed me and apologized, but then I..."

"Incredible, I honestly suspected it," he says casually.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, somewhat offended.

-Nothing, nothing, continue

"Well," I muttered. "Then he offered me a one-night stand."

-Oh, and you said yes, well, that was obvious

"What? Of course I said no, what do you think I am? Do you think I'm gay?" I asked, annoyed.

-Hyung, if you were, I would support you. There's nothing wrong with being gay, and you don't have to feel ashamed if you admit that you liked kissing.

-I'm not admitting that

-Yes, I know, I said "in that case", you wanted a friend to give you advice, right, Hyung?

-Yes, but advice about not letting anything else happen between June and me, not about encouraging me to have a relationship with him

-Well...it's okay

-No, no, tell me what you were going to tell me

I'll keep my comment to myself; I know you won't like it.

"Speak now," I hissed, moving closer to him.

"You're not going to like it, please don't make me say it," he says, sounding scared. I narrow my eyes at him. "Hyung..."

"Speak!" I exclaimed and climbed onto him. He stood up and carried me on his back all around the room. "Hyung," he began to laugh, and I joined in.

"Guys, we're going out to eat, get ready..." I hear June say. Chanwoo turns around, still carrying me on his back. The other one is leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

"Chanwoo, come out, I need to clear something up with Jinhwan," he tells the boy.

"Please?" Chanwoo reminds him of the manners he should follow. Meanwhile, I get off his back.

"Please," Junhoe says, rolling his eyes.

"I'll leave you two alone, and you know, Hyung," she says with a wink, then leaves the room. June closes the door too loudly.

"I'm still angry with you," I warn him. "Don't slam the door like that, this isn't your house," I scold him.

He strides closer, pulls my face close to his, grabs me by the nape of my neck, and then kisses me on the mouth. This could have been avoided too; next time I have to be faster than him. I push him away, catching my breath.

"No," I say very firmly.

He does it again, faster than before, and this time I push him too.

"No," I say, sounding unconvinced.

We repeat the same thing.

"Junhoe..." he whispered against her lips. "Don't do...this."

-I can't control myself, I like it too much, you shouldn't have started this

-I didn't know you had recovered your memories

-So, what if you hadn't recovered them? Would you have gone any further?

-Maybe...

"Why?" he asks, confused. "Are you gay?"

-No- I laugh, he stares at me, am I? -Could it be that it was just curiosity?

-Is that a question or a statement?

"I could ask you the same question, you know," I reply defiantly.

-I already answered you, I said that I like kissing you too much

-How can you say it so directly?

-Well, we're friends, we trust each other, and you made me feel comfortable enough to kiss you

-But you shouldn't tell me that, find yourself a confidant, I don't know, Yunhyeong, maybe?

-And why shouldn't I tell you? It's you I kissed

"I feel sorry for you," he exclaimed, stressed. "And I'm not gay."

-So bisexual?

-And are you bisexual?

"Stop asking me the same questions I ask you," he says, laughing and throwing his hands up in the air. "I'll be honest with you."

-No, not with me, I told you to find yourself a confidant

-But...you and I are that

-What? Well, yes, but not now. If you want to say something about me, don't say it to me, say it to Yunhyeong.

"But it's not about you," he replies, frowning.

"Okay," I agreed. "Talk," I encouraged him. How did we go from kissing to a friendly chat? I thought it would be weird to look him in the eyes after that.

"I think I'm gay," he blurts out.

"You said it wasn't about me!" he shouted in exasperation.

-But it's not about you

-Well

-Yes, then maybe it is

-How do you know?

"Well...apart from our kiss," she says with a mischievous smile, "I think it also had to do with the times I saw you naked when you came out of the shower."

"You said it wasn't about me," I repeat, and she starts laughing loudly. "Why are you doing that?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Don't be angry, my fairy," she laughs, looking at me with a fake scared face.

"We should go eat now, they must still be waiting for us." I walked towards the door and when I opened it to talk to the boys I realized they were gone. "Did they leave without us?" I asked, hurt.

"How impatient," June murmurs in my ear. I move away from him. Then I think about what he said. They're impatient. Chanwoo, that kid, it must have been him. He took Yunhyeong away to leave June and me alone.

"Call them," I tell June, seconds later Yunhyeong's tones and voice are heard.

I put my ear close to Junhoe's cell phone.

"Why did they leave without us?" he asks.

-Oh yes, sorry, it's just that we saw on the internet that Donghyuk is returning from a trip, so we came to the downtown airport to see what happened to him, maybe he's already recovered his memories

"Let's go there," I say. I go into the room and take out my sweater.

"See you later," June says goodbye.

"Quickly, quickly," I urge him and take him by the hand, something he does not resist.