Love for Love's Sake - Chapter 61
Chapter 61
“The road to your lodging. I’m walking along that road.”
– “Up or down?”
“The direction we went during the day.”
– “I’ll be right there.”
As soon as the call disconnected, silence fell. The night road, without a car in sight, was quiet and eerie.
Sensing a noise, I stopped, but the surroundings were still silent. Then, across from me there was a rustling sound of trees.
[ Entering Love Supremacy Zone. ]
I felt relieved when the alarm appeared. It was indeed Cha Yeowoon.
“Cha Yeowoon, why are you coming from that way?”
He didn’t come from his lodging? The moment I was about to cross the road, someone grabbed my shoulder.
“Ah!”
I was so startled that I almost fell. When I scrambled to check behind me and stumbled, a familiar large hand supported my back.
“It’s me. Why are you so surprised?”
“Cha Yeowoon?”
It was Cha Yeowoon supporting me.
“I thought you were coming from the other side and got startled. Oh, my heart.”
Cha Yeowoon, who confirmed that I was standing properly, loosened his arms and covered my chest with his palm.
“You’re right. It’s beating very fast.”
The entire part pressed by his palm seemed to be pounding. My heart throbbed without any sign of calming down.
“Rather than that, are you allowed to walk around at night? What does the coach say?”
While talking, I naturally moved away from Cha Yeowoon’s hand. Lately, I had been acting as if I was running away, yet I thought staying still in such situations would overload my heart.
“I sneaked out.”
“Show off.”
“I can’t sleep because I keep thinking of the lodging right across.”
That, of course, Cha Yeowoon was talking about me. He knew how to say words that itched.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walking, illuminated by the moonlight.
Why did the faint moonlight seem like a spotlight shining solely on him? Unlike in where he wasn’t the protagonist, he stood out as if he was.
“How far are we going?”
Cha Yeowoon stopped. We were right under a streetlight.
Spherical lights resembling the moon were floating on the ground. It was a night so quiet that even the cries of bugs couldn’t be heard. Perhaps I just wasn’t hearing them.
My attention was solely on Cha Yeowoon.
The shadows in the honey-colored light overlapped into one.
I wanted a closer look. The tips of our sneakers touched, and the remaining distance was barely an inch.
Cha Yeowoon staggered in surprise at the unexpected contact. He was rather brazen when taking the initiative but would stiffen once the situation was reversed.
“You’re really pretty.”
It was a sincere admiration. Eyes, nose, mouth, hair…Everything was perfect.
Cha Yeowoon’s face flared.
“Senior, even…”
It seemed like Cha Yeowoon was about to say something, but I couldn’t resist and took out my phone.
“Just a moment. The moonlight is perfect now.”
“…Can’t you do that later?”
“Three seconds.”
Cha Yeowoon counted the seconds bitterly. Of course, I frantically took pictures of him during those 3 seconds.
“Is this really me?”
“Um. Yes. Since I took it.”
“Which way is up and down?”
“…I think this is your head?”
Naturally, what I saw with my eyes and the results I had captured were different.
“I thought I could capture something amazing this time.”
I thought I would be able to capture a picture that would become a hot topic. In my eyes, it was like a celestial being descending from the moon. The problem was that my camera couldn’t capture it.
“I can’t upload this.”
After looking to see if I could find any usable pictures, I gave up. Some things were meant to be enjoyed solely with the eyes.
“But why doesn’t senior upload a picture? Weren’t we a social media couple?”
I recalled tempting Cha Yeowoon with such words. I had briefly forgotten because I had been focusing solely on his social media account.
“I’m too embarrassed to take a selfie.”
“I’ll take one for senior.”
“It’s fine.”
“I took one, but senior won’t?”
“Hearing that, I have nothing more to say.”
“Look at me.”
Cha Yeowoon shoved his phone at me. Due to the continuous shutter sound from his enthusiastic shooting, I instinctively assumed a military posture. Judging by his mischievous smile, it seemed to be retaliation.
The resulting retaliation was of course unsuccessful.
Let alone the phenomenon of the red-eye glare that had its own charm, the pictures were indistinguishable.
“Hey. Beams are coming out of my eyes.”
“But it’s still cute.”
“What’s cute about it?”
Cha Yeowoon had a habit of saying that. Lately, whenever I did something, he would remark that it was cute. What I hadn’t heard in my 29 years of life was now constantly heard from him.
“Delete it.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Hey, delete it.”
It wasn’t necessary to delete the pictures, but it was embarrassing imagining Cha Yeowoon looking at them and finding them cute. It was a strange discomfort. Although it wasn’t something I disliked, I felt I had to stop him.