I Like You the Best. (1/1)

As I walked out the powder room after a little retouch, I saw you passed by me. You're probably heading to the plane. You have your usual poker face under your pilot cap and your hands in your pockets. It was just amazing how every uniform suits perfect on you, be it blue, green, black or white. I always wonder how your smile looks like because I haven't seen you change your expression, not even once. Lots of people tried to get close to you but you just won't break your shell and won't talk unless it has something to do with work. Unknowingly, you caught a few girls' heart just by being your mysterious self---I guess I'm one of them. No one knows. I don't want to be categorized with the other co-worker's blunt way of getting your attention. I may not know you so well but you don't seem to enjoy their acts because you just look at them and walk away without saying a single word. But you still manage to have friends with a few of your co-pilots though the other guys labeled you as 'Mr. Cooly Uncool' for looking cool but being unfriendly. I really hate them for stabbing you behind with criticism but it's not like I can do something about it either. I just let them be; at least you're not affected and such. We always have the same flight duty but we don't even talk to each other, not even a simple 'hi'. You won't even look at me, not as much as I stare at you every time we pass by each other. At first glance, lots of girls admire you for your good looks, even those ladies at the waiting area that saw you came in from the airport's door. I don't know why but I am thankful that you're the pilot and no other females can look at you besides the two stewardesses and of course your assistant pilot whenever we start working. After the flight preparation, everyone in duty went on with our respective work areas. While having a little difficulty with my new pair of heels, I took my time going upstairs when I suddenly felt my right foot's pinky finger hurt. I paused. "Ugh." I heard footsteps coming close and I have the feeling I need to hurry up. After taking the second step, I felt my thumb on the same foot hurt too. I stopped again, this time thinking of letting the person behind to go ahead. I bowed as I turned back and moved aside to give the other space to walk in. I was staring at my aching foot and saw the two fingers were a little red, I sighed. I shouldn't have bought it. "Ugh." I was about to reach for it when I saw someone's shoes on the lower step. That was when I noticed the scent of your perfume in the air. I almost jumped off when you suddenly stepped down and bent to check my foot. I was wondering if you can hear my heartbeat at the moment.. because it was a little loud. I felt awkward with you staring at my aching foot so I tried to touch your shoulders to stop you and say I'm fine.. but then.. I hesitated. I hesitated and pulled my hand away as I cleared my throat; preparing to talk. "I--" "That probably hurts," you muttered and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. I was surprised and it just made the thumping worse. I sighed twice before I can gather my consciousness back.. I mean, a bit of it. "A little," I say. You just nodded and paused. "I'll go get some band aids inside," you finalized. That's when you leave and walked up the plane. I suddenly felt my lips curving up for a smile. I can't just stand here and wait for you to come back---it would be a hassle for you. I tried to go upstairs and follow you. Yes, it hurts but I didn't mind. You're unexpected gestures were replaying over my mind, making me smile and forget about my aching foot. And you just talked. And your cold voice suits you so much; if it was tangible, I would have seal it inside a little box and carry it around every time. You didn't seem to be a caring person but I guess I was wrong; seeing your actions were like watching a movie with you as the lead, a cold guy that sweeps every girl off our feet. I giggled. "You should've just waited for me." And there it goes--my heartbeat raced once again as I saw you walking towards me---and you're looking at me, straight at me. "Should I..?" you asked as you hesitated to bend down with three band aids on hand. I shook my head 'no' and smiled. "Let me do it myself, thank you." I opened my palm, waiting for you to give it to me. I can tell that you were hesitating whether to hand it over or not because you were staring at my foot and back to me. I chuckled. You should have seen your expression. You look cute---but that didn't last because you threw me an angry stare like I was some lunatic. You still gave it to me though but you walked away right after. I didn't use them anyway. It would be a waste if I did. I place them in my pockets; I can just fill my thoughts of you since it works so well than band aids or painkillers. Besides, it will be a remembrance for the first day we actually have a conversation. Ever since that incident happened, I became comfortable around you. I started talking to you like we were really close, I thought you'll scoff off and leave because I hang around with you most of the time, you can even call it being 'clingy' but you didn't. You always try to respond with a sentence or two and just stay with me. You don't have an idea how that makes me happy and how your voice gives me chills and how your glances make me squeal inside. I remember when there was a meeting for staffs. You're not around and I decided to sit on the third seat on the second row. I didn't have friends to start with because nobody wants to be with a quiet boring girl like me. A group of girls entered and they were all looking at me with stares that say they hate me or I was some kind of slut, maybe it was because I hang with you. It was Yoobi's group to be exact. I can't blame them though--maybe because everything's quite true. I just have the feeling that we're quite on the same boat; probably because we don't interact with others well. They stopped in front of me, laughing. Yoobi likes you, erm, rather they all like you while the other pilots like them too. They're pretty and they have nice curves.. I don't. Maybe that's why no one really likes me. "You seem to be alone today," Yoobi started. I just nodded, the atmosphere getting a little heavy. "So.. What did you do to Junhyung? What kind of seduction technique? C'mon, share it! We're friends, right?" I saw the other girls behind her as they prevent themselves on laughing and forcefully smiling sweetly at me. I suddenly felt so little, so ashamed with the others watching. "Hmm?" she asked when I didn't answer. "There's probably--" And there was a loud bang from the room's door. Everyone stopped and looked at what exactly happened. It was just you entering. You walked towards us but you stopped in front of Yoobi; you looked scary, your eyes were so mad and your fists were all clenched. "You." "A-ah.. yes?" Yoobi asked as she stuttered. She even tried to smile at you but you cut her off. "Move. You disgust me." "W-w-what?" she exclaimed, thinking she might have misheard it. "Don't make me repeat myself," you answered. You we're controlling yourself not to lose your patience--which I can see. Yoobi hissed then laughed while you we're clenching your fist tighter, your veins showing off. "J-Jun.." I reached for your hand, quietly telling you to calm yourself. You we're startled but I felt you loosen your grip. I felt relieved somehow. I pulled my hand back but you held it, filling the empty spaces of my hand with yours. I should have died---you we're smiling sweetly.. for the first time; telling me everything's fine. I can't believe it was real, I doubt it. But then you moved closer and sat next to me like nothing happened. Your smile even disappeared but you didn't let my hand go. The bosses came and the meeting started. I didn't even noticed how Yoobi and her group sat behind us. I just know that we stayed like that the whole time. I can't even concentrate with the discussion because you were making me feel uneasy, bothering all my senses while you wouldn't even look at me because you were busy listening. I tried pulling it back a few times but you'll just squeeze it tighter and I was hopeful you did. Since then you would always stay with me. I remember when I don't feel like hanging with you and ate by myself. I was at the corner of the fast food chain when I saw you from the glass window as you walked back and forth until you accidentally have a glimpse of me. You immediately marched towards me and made a loud sound as you hit the table with your palms. You were angry for some reason and I could only ask what happened. You frustratingly sighed as you sat beside me and ate my food. "Hey, that's mine." You stopped and looked at me. I just stared back and tried to get my food but you moved it away. "Don't ever eat by yourself again." There was a long pause. "Don't you ever." And you pinched my nose as you chuckled. I knew right then that it's the loveliest laugh I heard. Not long enough, I managed to confess. It's not that I plan to.. It's because you forced me. I still remember what really happened back then. Work time was over when I came out of the girl’s locker room and found you outside. The ladies behind me were giggling, probably feeling the same I do. It isn't like you to wait for me and I feel so special that my smile won't just fade away. You even hesitated to talk, you look like you wanted to just leave but then you sighed as if you were telling yourself that you should just do it. "Come with me," you say. We both walk on the sidewalk, without me knowing where we're heading. I asked you a few times but you won't even talk. Not until we reached the new opened game shop. You suddenly held my hand as we entered and you bought tokens. "Where do you wanna play first?" you asked and looked around. I pointed the car race game and once again, you held my hand as we both walked towards it. It wasn't my first time but it's just hard to drive. I lost, of course. You even laughed at me when you saw my disappointed expression. "Let me teach you." You stood behind me, held my hand as you give instructions. I can't even concentrate to what you were saying because I can feel your breathing in my ears; I can smell your cool fragrance from your neck and the heat from your veiny hands. I bit my lower lip, preventing myself to squeal. I decided to look up to check your expression but as I did, you were already staring at me wearing the smile that made me held my breath. "You like me, do you?" I was dumbfounded. The question just hit me on the spot. Before I could even open my mouth, you held my chin up, smirk as you move your face closer. "Hm?" I nodded. You moved closer and bit my right ear.           I felt my right ear being trapped between your lips; it sent me shivers but it felt good, really good. I bit my lower lip harder as I scream inside. My breathing became heavy and for a moment, time seemed to stop. I felt you kiss my ear before looking back at me, you were smirking. I just stared at your handsome face with my senses not in their proper state. Your smirk was changed to a wide smile and once again, you took my breath away. You held my hand and we started to walk with my hand in your pocket. Of course, you didn't look at me. You used to be like that after doing strange things. We walked out of the game shop, I can say you wanted to leave but I have a glimpse on the stuff toy catcher. I've always wanted someone to get one for me---I sighed---I felt you pulled me towards it. I looked at you and you were dead serious. You don't know how happy that made me--you just don't know. You let my hand go and inserted a token. You pressed the 'start' button and move the rotator. ♦♦♦ You were frustrated. I apologized a few times but you won't talk. You won't even look at me or hold my hand but you still send me home---for the first time. I bid bye but you just walked away. We saw each other the next day; you still didn't talk to me not until I saw you outside the locker room again after work hours. This time, you didn't seem to be awkward but you're still mad. "Just follow," you said and took the lead. I didn't try to open up a conversation and just looked at you from behind. After awhile you stopped and faced me. "Stay here. I'll be back." I just nodded. You entered somewhere and I just stayed there, waiting for you. I looked up the vast sky; it's supposed to be the first snow for holiday. I smiled. Will I be too much if I'll wish to witness it with you? I didn't know I was staring up for a long time now. Not until I felt something pushed me from my left. I checked what it was--to my surprise, I stepped back with a knotted forehead. It was a huge brown teddy bear with a checkered green scarf around its neck. "Take this." It was your voice. I tried to take a peep from the left but you pushed it to me. "Just take that," you said with a hint of irritation in your voice. It was huge, about as big as I am. "I suck with that game. I can only buy one--" "Jun--" "But I'll practice. I promise I'll get them for you." And snow started falling. We both look up and watch the snow fall. I'm glad I have the chance to spend it with you. I've never felt so much bliss in my life until the day I met you. Though we really don't talk to each other before, just seeing your poker face will always make my day. There's just something in you---I sighed. I wonder.. what you really feel. I looked at you from the side. You looked at me. One of the most wonderful views I've seen is whenever you look at me with a smile pasted in your face. "Junhyung." I called. "Hm?" you asked and walked towards me. "Do you like me?" You stopped; few inches from me. "What do you think?" you asked and twirled a few of my hair strands in your fingers. I can just gulp. Suddenly I felt a lack of oxygen; it suffocates me whenever you're near me. "Hm," you hummed; this time you touched my nape while staring at me. For a moment, I felt conscious. I looked away. I heard you chuckled which made me more uncomfortable. "N-Nevermind," I told you. "Don't you wanna know?" you whispered as your hand leave my nape and caressed my cheek. You were breathing in my hair. Goosebumps. I cleared my throat. You chuckled once more and stepped back. You filled up the spaces between my fingers with yours as we both walked down the road. I was hugging the bear you gave me with my right hand; I wonder what I should name it. I looked at you--you were smiling. For some reason, I smiled too. You seemed to feel my stare and faced me. I looked away and held the stuff toy tighter. You didn't say anything but you squeezed my hand. I felt my heart thumped hard like it would come out my throat. After awhile, we entered a shop. It was hard to move around with a life-sized bear in hand so I just waited outside. Not long enough, you came back. You wrapped a red scarf around my neck and then to yours. I can't believe we're actually sharing it together. You bought a pair of mittens. You wore the other in your left while you grabbed the bear from me and told me to wear the other to my right. You held my bare hand with yours, warming each other. And we started walking once more. ♦♦♦ We ended up on the riverside, under the night sky with the building's light from afar on the opposite side. "Do you like it?" you asked. I nodded. "Very much." I felt a force pulled me.              Your lips crashed to mine, your arms on my waist. I didn't know what I---or should---actually feel---I just let my heart dominate my body and mind. You pulled me closer, this time you spared a distance between us. You leaned your forehead to mine and smirked. "You." And you ran your fingers to my hair. "You'd better keep liking me." I can only stare at you. I haven't got my senses back. "And I'll do the same, got that?" You pulled me for an embrace; you rested your chin on my head as I bury my face in your chest. My eyes widened when I saw the bear on the ground from the side. "Jun--" "I'll buy you another. Don't move and stay with me."  END.