The Law of Webnovels -
Chapter 338
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'Others just live this way, but am I the only one who doesn't know who I really am? Instead of realizing how precious I am through relationsh.i.p.s, am I just recognizing my objective value?'
My family and friends valued me dearly; however, once I'm alone out there, I realized that I was actually less than what I expected...
Wrapping my blushing cheeks with both hands, I thought, "I must have had the wrong end of the stick since I got too much love." I might have kept deluded myself into thinking that I was good enough to receive this much attention, love, and support.
I closed my eyes tightly.
'Is it that bad to have a crush on Ban Yeo Ryung instead of you?'
Chun Dong Ho's words echoed in my ears. I frowned in silence.
'Who would have a crush on you instead of Ban Yeo Ryung?'
A stupid thought... Yeo Dan oppa told me not to think about anything stupid. Was that really a dumb thing to think about, though? What if I was the one who wasn't actually facing the truth?
A voice rang behind me. I lifted my head. Through the pouring rays of twilight, Yeo Dan oppa came into view. He stretched out his hand and gently poked my forehead.
"I told you not to think about anything stupid."
"Oh..."
"Don't take it personally. Those who know nothing about you should shoot their mouths off."
His words surprised me a little. I blinked swiftly.
Yoon Jung In once told me something similar to what Yeo Dan oppa just said. When I was suffering from bad rumors, he gave me a piece of advice while telling me that he also had a similar experience.
Maybe those who had some horrible experiences from bad rumors would share the same thought.
'What they're saying about me isn't true. I'll be able to find those who know and like the real me.' Were there really people who tolerated relationsh.i.p.s riddled with all kinds of misunderstandings and betrayal with that thought?
Rambling those things in my head, I rubbed the part of my forehead where Yeo Dan oppa poked just now.
However, my mind kept straying. I couldn't even trust other people's advice when it came to things like this.
What if I was neglecting others' fair criticism since I only wanted to hear something good? What if I was deluding myself into thinking that I deserve their affection?
'Who would like you?'
What if I was ignoring the objective truth to live in my false hope?
When I murmured those things to myself, something cold touched my cheek out of the blue. With my eyes wide open, I saw Yeo Dan oppa's face coming close to me before I was even aware of it. Rolling my eyes, I found out what just touched my cheek.
It was a bottle of chocolate milk that he often gave me since middle school, high school, and even a few days ago from his backpack.
Suddenly bursting into laughter, I reached out my hand to get the milk and murmured, "Oh my god... Did you go there so urgently to...?"
When I tried to complete the sentence, saying, '... to just get this thing?' Yeo Dan oppa intervened.
"You know, I'm not taking good care of my backpack."
His sudden remark soon made me nod. What he just said was true. When he tried to fight with someone, he first put his backpack down, almost throwing it onto the ground. At that moment, I often wondered if the things inside his bag were okay.
His response returned as if he read my thought, "So, the milk bottle almost exploded and splashed a few times in my bag."
"What?"
I furrowed my brows after hearing a story I had never heard before. Oh, lord, how could the milk explode in his bag? That was one of the three most annoying things that could happen in school. Besides, if the milk splashed on our school uniform, we could just wash it away; however, other things inside would also turn wet and messy if that happened in our bag. Whenever we opened our textbook, the lousy odor would interrupt the student sitting beside us. Recalling a memory in elementary school, I squinted my eyes.
I suddenly remembered a memory I had during my elementary school year. I was so disgusted because of a bottle of milk from a similar incident and gave up the pleasure of drinking it while adding a pack of cocoa powder to it.
That was when Yeo Dan oppa continued, "But I like you so much that I keep bringing that stuff for you."
"..."
"So... don't think about anything stupid."
A moment of silence swept our surroundings.
Blinking my eyes, I looked at him in a daze. Meanwhile, his hand, which swayed in the air equivocally as if it didn't know where to go, soon touched my head. Standing still for a while, I suddenly lifted my hand and placed it on top of his.
I replied like a murmur, "Fine."
"Cool."
"... But, next time, just hold it."
'I feel sorry for your bag.' I tried to add; however, my throat suddenly felt hot as if I was choked with tears, so I halted my words. Watching me slowly hiding my eyes with the back of my hand, Yeo Dan oppa patted my head.
The refreshing fall breeze scattered my hair, and his hand, which was subtler than the gentle wind, kept touching my head.
Yeo Dan oppa uttered, "Though you didn't dress that good because of those bastards, you look too fine to just return home..." He added, "Would you like to hang out with me, then?"
Pouting for quite a while, I drew a deep breath and desperately nodded as if I forgot how to speak. His hand came closer and grabbed mine firmly. We then left the alley with the showering of sunlight.
Once we entered the cinema, a sweet popcorn smell waved towards us. Instead of looking at the popcorn stand, I quickly checked if there are still some seats left.
I was a little concerned since it was a weekend; however, there were more seats left than I expected, maybe because it was two or three on Saturday afternoon. Still, those could have been reserved. Feeling nervous, I pulled out a ticket number from the machine before deciding what to see. That was when I began to read the movie titles and each of their synopsis. Suddenly, something flashed through my head—this was the first time I went to the movies alone with Yeo Dan oppa.
I went to a movie theater with him when Ban Yeo Ryung and I were freshmen in middle school. We had nothing to do then, so Yeo Dan oppa brought us to the movies while holding each of our hands. We watched an action movie since Ban Yeo Ryung and I liked those kinds of stuff. At that time, Ban Yeo Ryung preferred anything that featured something exploding, breaking, and flying around. So did I.
I mean, I could, at least, watch some romance movies; however, Ban Yeo Ryung didn't like those. Someone in our class played a classic romance movie once, and she began to doze off while resting her chin on her palm, then buried her head onto the desk eventually.
Watching her reactions, I wondered, 'Well, since she has a sibling, who looks like a male lead in a romance novel, her life probably feels like a romance movie already. Why would she pay attention to those stories then? It's like seeing a person with supernatural powers finding superhero movies boring...'
Anyway, Yeo Dan oppa was always considerate of Yeo Ryung and me, so I had no idea what type of movie he enjoyed.
When I tried to turn my head toward him and detach my lips, the number on the board turned into seventy-two. Checking the same number on my ticket, I quickly pulled Yeo Dan oppa and walked into the booth. 'Gosh, I haven't decided what to watch yet!' I murmured to myself while clicking my tongue.
The female staff asked politely with a smile, "May I assist you with the film?"
"Let's see... What do you want to watch, oppa."
Once I flung that question, Yeo Dan oppa shook his head. Pointing at the monitor with his chin, he said, "Choose whatever you want."
"No, just tell me what you want to see. I'm really fine."
"Me, too. I don't care."
"Oppa, come on. Unlike Yeo Ryung, I enjoy watching any genre. I don't care if it's a romance movie."
"You want to see a romance movie?"
"No, that's not what I'm talking..."
Listening to our conversation, the beautiful female staff soon wrinkled up her forehead.
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