Horoscope:

Love will bloom this spring.

Dammit, why am I reading horoscope instead of answering my assignments?

In my irritation, I lifted my gaze to this guy whose height was way taller than mine. You could even call him a giant, daddy long legs rather? An epitome of a Greek supreme god but he have this cold eyes, and an arrogant facade but still his auras makes him even hotter like the approaching summer than this potato guy inches from me who smells like a long forgotten sock stuck in the laundry. He stinks, and I detest it.

Park is my type if only he didn't embarrass me in front of the whole class in literature. "Oh, thank you very much for your good manners." I told him, casting up a sardonic tone. I glanced at these three books he piled up on the table. He likes reading? Me? I always kill time in the library to sleep.

I love books for they send me to sleep, that was a sarcastic statement actually. Books are my lullaby. I prefer watching than reading stuffs expect for tutorials, fashion magazines, and latest trends?

"Your welcome. Was that enough to wake you up? Let me remind you," His eyes never left his book while still speaking to me. He leveled it down to his chest before he meet my gaze like this was some sort of an interrogation. "This is a library and not a motel."

"Whatever you say, partner." I waved my hand in a dismissive flick. I guess, wasn't lucky enough and I got paired with this guy for our project in literature. He never laugh nor even smile. Seems like he prefers to be alone with just his guitar with him. And a book? A loner?

"Staring is rude, pancake."

"Quit calling me names!"

"I know you liked it."

"Well I, I.. don't!"

"What do you want me to call you then?" he asked. His mesmerizing eyes struck me like a shower of lightning sparks. There is something about his stares that I found familiar.

"My name, I have a name."

"Got it, 'my name, I have a name.' I prefer pancake. Your name is way too long than your dick, I guess."

I rolled my eyes with his frivolous reply, "You are the weirdest and annoying guy I've ever met, just so you know." I commented, narrowing my eyes at him. A failed attempt of threatening him. I was trying hard to keep my composure, I'm damn irritated now.

He smirked roguishly, "And so far, I know you find me too arousing. I know you have those," he paused, lazily circling his finger around the air, "lascivious thoughts running in your head like riding my cock with some boots on." he added lewdly, outlining his jaw with his soothing fingers. And not to mention, his tone was gruff with the thread of arrogance running beneath.

Wearing boots while having sex? God. That hasn't crossed my mind and not even once! I can't imagine myself with such lewd scenes wearing boots? Like hell, no? "Yes, I want to ride." I said.

"Yes.. yes, I know you do."

"A carousel, and not a cock-rousel. Don't push your lewd fantasies with me. I'm not a fan of boots." I said scornfully. He finally put the book on the table, and stared at me. Heat suffusing my cheeks, I find it hot and absolutely sexy when he mentioned, cock.

"Don't be so sure," he winked.

Annoyed?! That, though, would be an understatement.

I ignored how nasty our conversation was before averting my gaze back to his guitar. "Are you skillful at playing that? I really need some help. I've been desiring to join the audition for the musical this year, but I can't find someone to play for me. I want it to be perfect, that person must be good at playing the instrument that I want." I informed him, though a bit hesitant at first.

"No," he answered in brief, "And the only thing that I'm good playing at," he paused, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Balls," he appended. I sneered at his friskiness. How pervert could this guy be? Perhaps, it's a wrong idea, talking to him?

"Come on, we're partners! Partners do help each other right?" I still insisted.

"Right, in literature? But that doesn't mean your business is mine too. Find someone else, because as I've said, I'm only good at playing balls." I grimaced, "Don't be a pervert, there are a heap of balls to play with," he chuckled and raked his gaze at me, "And that is definitely not your balls, partner. Chill." he whispered, not even minding if he sounded furtive before his eyes roamed around the area, finding if someone heard his dirty and annoying joke.

"Hey, I'm asking you nicely."

"And hence," I flinched at the boredom in his voice, "I'm rejecting you nicely. Sounds fair, right?" he simpered. Hard to admit but even when he smirk, he was so dazzling perfect that I'm so tempted to pinch him if he's damn real. How could someone be so perfect? I should be mad, yes, mad!

***

"Oh, there's Daehyun!" Sana said.

"I'm no longer interested." I told her.

"Yeah right? After you spread your legs for him." My gaze narrowed into a squint, shutting Sehun up before I cocked my head to the side while I'm looking at Daehyun who happens to be just a few inches from us. It has been a long time since we split up. And now, I could no longer feel nor sense the tug of longing I had felt during the first week.

"Sana, know Park of football?"

"Yes, I know all the hot guys."

"Running a fansite, Shana?" Shana glared at Sehun who was taking a sip of his all time favorite, the bubble tea.

"Do you know his number?"

"That's probably one thing I don't know. Oh, try your brother since they are both members of football team besides, your brother is the captain right? I'm positive he have all of the members digits." Sana replied, before cupping her crimson cheeks with her palm, "I'm really sha sha sha, so don't you dare make me ask for it!" she scrunched her nose.

"Why are you asking for it in the first place, hyung? Do you have a crush on him? I'll tell dad!" Sehun asked.

"I don't have!" I yelled.

"Why so defensive? I have his Facebook account though." Sana fumbled for her phone on her pocket, "But one thing I've noticed, in most of his primary pictures, you are always one of the photo bomber." she added, laughing. I grabbed her phone and looked at photos. Indeed, I'm always right behind him. "And one more thing, he's afraid of the dark."

"And he's bi." I said.

"That's good hyung. He's a bisexual yoda and you are a bombshell with a dick." Sehun said, making noises with his tea like a kid playing with his drink.

"And you're a dick with a face."

***

And the next day, I took it hyung's phone with me without his permission and I will deal with him later. Tinext ko naman agad agad si Park at pinapunta sya dun sa storage room. Sinabi kong tumayo sya doon. Nang maramdaman ko na ang presensya nya ay hinila ko agad sya papasok sa loob at isinara.

"What the fuck?" he cussed.

"Come on, say yes, help me."

"Yes," he spit out.

"Really?"

"You told me to say yes."

I rolled my eyes, "I know you're afraid of the dark. If you don't accept my proposal, I'll turn off the lights, and I have the key. I won't open this room unless you beg on your knees." sabi ko at kinapa kapa sa may gilid nya ang switch ng bombilya pero tumawa lang sya ng malakas. Takot na at dinadaan nalang ba sa tawa o kasi baliw ako?!

"And who told you I'm afraid of the dark? Two person in a small storage room with the lights off? And do you have any clue what will occur next? Hm?" he whispered just above my ear, sending these bolts to my nerves and shivers creeping down to my spine.

"A snore comes after? Hehe?"

"Nope.. may nabubuo. Turning into fifty shades of red ha? You got it, exactly." he added teasingly and his gaze went down to my lips as my gaze landed there too. "Have you ever kissed someone?" he questioned.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"You are asking me a favor, answer me first, sunshine." My heart fluttered wildy when I felt his hands on my waist. Seriously, this is not what I expected as an outcome. I should have prepared for Plan B or plan C to Z until he say yes.

"O..of course." I answered.

"How did it happened?"

My eyebrows met but I decided to answer his question anyways. "In a storage room like this, he pinned me against the wall and-" he cut me off, cornering me with his hands against the wall. I swallowed a lump with my knees turning into jelly. What the fuck.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Uh-huh?" I replied.

He didn't say a word for a moment, he was only staring at me. "I will drop by at your house tomorrow afternoon. Happy? Give me the keys." I flashed a rectangular smile for a successful mission. I gave him the key without even thinking twice. Agad na binuksan nya ang pinto at pinatay din ang ilaw.

At isinara.

Tangina. Naiwan ako sa loob.

Gago gago gago sya. Dami dami.

***

Kahit ganun ang nangyari, inantay ko pa rin sya. I waited for him as soon as the clock struck one. Binuksan ko ang phone ko nang makatanggap ako ng text at napatakbo sa gate. He came.

"Missed me?"

"Yes, I missed the thought of killing you with my bare hands," I told him, meant as a joke. "Tara pasok ka na. Mukhang haunted house na bahay namin pero nakakarelax." I added.

"Can I see the backyard?"

I nodded despite of confusion.

"Anong meron?"

"I always see this in my dreams and in that window," he lifted his head as he pointed a finger at Sehun's room. "Lagi ko nakikita ang isang bata. He told me that, he'll be my future son and I should name him, Jesper." I could also hear that name in my dreams though? "And in this tree, it feels like there is something buried here for me. I don't have no clue."

Pareho kaming natahimik pagkatapos.

Kumuha ako ng maliit na shovel.

"Me too. Frequently, I always have this dreams. Lying down the sand? Playing with two kids while the sun showering us with it's warmth and there is this man calling me little b? Er, sometimes, the thought of a lake scares me. I don't even know why?"

"Weird but me too." he replied.

"Why do we have the same dream?"

He shrugged his shoulder, "Maybe because in our past life, you are my wife or in the future, you'll be my bride." he added and that made my heart flutter. Looking at him feels like I have already known him all my life. Sometimes, dreams are premonition but it's also a reflection of one's past life. Does it mean neither of the two, we're still both connected?

"You're very straightforward. Telling me what you really think, Park." Hot and cold skittered through me, battling between with his stares and his words. His mocking smile turned edged and sensual, I quickly threw a hammer in my head when I realized I have been blatantly staring at him, admiring his wellness and perfection. Too obvious.

He thrusted both of his hands on his pocket, "Praising me in your head?" I averted my gaze, "So, you like guys who make fool of you and feed you with bubbly words full of lies like your ex?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"No, I like straightforward guys."

"So you like me then?"

"What?! No.. no?" I protested.

"Too bad, I like you. A lot." he quickly averred. My heart leap up through my throat due to his sudden admission. I don't even know how to react in this kind of situation. It was just too sudden. "No suitors waiting in the wings?" he queried, I did not respond though.

"Just dig it up!" I shouted, handing him the shovel. Fighting hard not to look at him but his stares made me turn my head back. His face grew even hotter as he trailed his eyes over me in brief assessment. "Dig it up now!"

He lifted his shirt up, showing his biceps. I took a step backwards, determined not to do anything foolish like drool or stare. "If only you'll tell me you like me too, I will definitely make you mine." his mouth sleek with a smile. Smiles transformed his face. Without guile and trace of sarcasm, he fairly beamed.

"Shut up," My cheeks roasted.

He dug up until we found a cylindrical container buried on the foot of the tree. A paper inside? He opened and quietly read the note. "Tell me, you didn't wrote this thing?" he asked and I grabbed the note from his hand in my confusion. Indeed, a message for him.

"This is not my handwriting."

"There is only one Baekhyun for Chanyeol. Come and find me, my giant. Make me fall." Your little B.

"If there is only one Baekhyun for a guy named Chanyeol then ehem," he cleared his throat and wiped the dirt out of his hand before he extended it to me, "I'm Chanyeol, Oh Baekhyun. A pleasure to meet you, my little B." he uttered that made me laugh out loud. I jokingly snapped his hand and rubbed my nape. If this is true then maybe, in our past life, I'm the guy who wrote it.

"And nice to meet you too, giant." we both exchanged smiles and shy glances, "But I'm curious, Chanyeol. Why am I always in your primary photos?" A cute derp smile formed.

"It's how I take pictures of you."

"Stalker," we both laugh in unison.

Old story ends, another one unfolds.

Indeed, love will bloom this spring.
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Yes, it's Oh Baekhyun kasi para naman iba talaga at nagkataon na same name pa rin.:) Oh Baekhyun kasi SeBaek feels na rin pero magkapatid sila dito.:)