The moment I saw Hyejin I dragged her to the back her room.

I'm sure I startled everyone, the way I flew into the cafe. But I had more pressing matters than care if they see my tear-stained cheeks or not.

I heard shouts of concern after us, but I didn't stop to reassure anyone. I didn't want to break down right then and there. In the midst of everyone who were helping to arrange the party.

The moment we were alone I threw my arms around Hyejin in a tight hold. Feeling the tremble in my body only when it was pressed so close to hers.

"Oh Eunha, what's wrong?" she asked. Her arms wrapping around me. Not in the tight hold I had her in, but enough for me to feel them around me. Grounding me from flying off reality.

I shook my head. Too strung up to construct a sentence that made sense, much less explain all these weird things I was feeling.

I'm not even going to pretend I had no idea what it was that I was feeling. I knew very well where the feeling stemmed from. Why I was feeling it. And towards whom that feeling was directed.

Putting it into coherent words, all that depth in the feeling... I could never do it justice.

Sighing, she pulled us to sit on the couch. Hands rubbing up and down my back, carding through my hair. She let me be. Holding her to ground myself as I gathered my thoughts. Letting me take my time to explain what it was all about.

The comfort of her arms didn't take long to reduce me to tears. The release very much wanted despite having already cried on my way here. All the way from Antieno's house.

It took a full half-an-hour for me to stop cry and another fifteen to let go of Hyejin.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Hyejin asked. Hand soothing my hair down, voice soft.

I bit my lip as I shook my head.

"Not really. I am just... A bit overwhelmed," I said, giving her a smile. Lips pressed tight to avoid another breakdown.

Hyejin's brows creased, the hand on my hair going still.

"Did something happen?"

There was caution in her voice.

I let out a huff that was more a laugh. I actually didn't know whether what happened in the villa could be counted as 'something happened'. If anything, it's my own realisation of something I promised myself away from that happened. That's the reason for all those tears.

Because in all honesty, I am terrified.

"We kissed," I said in explanation. The gasp she let out, the hand she pressed over her heart, was all a bit overdramatic. Not that it wasn't understandable.

I had not showed interest, much less let anyone get as close to me, since I got to Jeju. Not since that disaster of a breakup with Jaewon.

"I'm not crying because of that," I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. Annoyance creeping up on me at how hesitant, cautious, she was being. "He did it with consent, Jin-ah. No, I'm just..."

With a groan I leaned my head on the back of the couch. Staring without seeing at the ceiling.

Even now I could feel the electric current of his touch running through my veins. Not the burning, molten heat of lava. The silent, buzzing hum of electricity. The feeling dormant compared to the heat of his touch.

Hyejin smoothed a hand through my hair before settling back with me. Head falling against my shoulder, she hugged me in a lose hold.

"Is falling in love supposed to be this scary? Or is that just me?" I asked her after a few moment of silence.

She hummed, lifting her head to shoot me a questioning look.

"When did you realise?"

I chuckled, though there was no humour behind it. Tears springing to my eyes again as I remembered the exact moment I realised the intensity of what I felt for him.

"The moment he called me Love. The moment he promised he was right there. When he swore if he could he keep me with him forever."

My voice cracked. Another wave of tears threatening to spill. I wrapped my hands around Hyejin. Rolling on top of her to bury my face in her stomach.

"Oh Eunha," she said. Hands patting my head, rubbing along my spine.

"You don't sound surprised."

"I knew, Baby. From the first time you mentioned him to me, I knew. You always talk about him as if he is the center of your gravity. You both sit next to each other like the thought of being even an inch apart is blasphemy. You touch him like he is the most beautiful piece of artwork and he like you are the most delicate China. You look at him like he hung the stars. How could I possibly not know?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you are happy with him. For all the crap I give you over him Eunha, I'm not blind. I haven't seen you sparkling like this since forever."

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

I pressed my head deeper into her stomach, a small 'oft' leaving her mouth. Still, she didn't ask me to pull away. Instead she wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.

"Let what happen with Jaewon go Haie. He's not touching another hair on your head of we have anything to say about it. You can't let that prick ruin your life forever."

A dry sob constricted my throat. The frustration of being unable to explain holding a vise like grip. Because I couldn't understand what I was so scared of either.

"Eunha," she started to say, but I pulled away with a shake of my head.

"No. Let's not talk about this," I said. "We need to help with ..."

I motioned back towards the cafe. Hyejin gave me a long hard stare before nodding her head. She could probably read my need for time to sort out my thoughts.

She got me a wet tissue and napkin to wipe my face, and the topic was dropped. The glare she gave everyone when we joined them was enough for them to not question me either.

Before long I had already gotten swept into placing - more like instructing where to place - the lightening for the perfect photos and forgot all about my predicament.

Not until I was dead tired and sleep had seduced me to bed, did I feel it.

Snuggled under the duvet, changed into booty shorts and a loose silk camisole.

I was slipping into the embrace of sleep when I felt the warmth of his weight pinning me down. The scorching heat of his lips pressed against mine. Large palm on my hip, gentle finger threading through my hair.

My eyes flew open...

To an empty room.

Heart racing, breathless, I scanned around the room. 

Having expected to be met with a myriad of colors held within two iris', the darkness threw me off. The fact that I was alone not making sense.

It had felt so real. His touch very much there. My skin tingled with his touch. The heat I had felt painstakingly real. The way my lips felt numb, like I had made out with the air. The weight I'd felt so much heavier than my duvet could ever be.

My sighed punctured the silence of the room. Sound filling my ears as if a spell had been broken.

It had probably just been a dream.

A/N~

And scene!

So now we have a little insight to Eunha's feeling about the revelations last chapter.

What are your thoughts on everything she's feeling? Should she just go for it? Should she be more cautious? What do you think Tio feels?
Let me know in the comments.
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