"Good Morning Mrs Kim! Where's minseul?"

Mrs Kim smiled when she heard Jisung's question.

"Minseul caught a cold so she isn't coming."

"Oh...then what do I do about her scarf?"

Jisung unwrapped the scarf and folded it gently.

"Why not you come visit her? She really likes your company."

Mrs Kim suggested, knowing Minseul will probably thank her for inviting Jisung. Jisung nodded slightly and wiped away his sweat. Then, he slipped into the winter coat he forgot to bring out the day before and exited the dance studio with Mrs Kim.

"Its really sweet of Minseul to lend you her scarf right? Why do you think she's doing this?"

Mrs Kim asked, pretending not to know the answer.

"She doesn't treat anyone like this, especially boys. Must mean you're pretty special."

Mrs Kim added. The blush on Jisung's cheeks didn't go unnoticed.

"Its not possible that she likes me right? We've never really talked to each other before."

Mrs Kim chuckled.

"I don't know, you'll have to ask her yourself."

"I hope she doesn't like me...because I don't think I can return the feelings."

Mrs Kim's smile dropped slightly, but she made sure not to let Jisung notice it.

In no time, the pair made it to Mrs Kim's house. Mrs Kim unlocked the door and entered first, with Jisung following behind her.

"Mom you're back- oh hey Jisung, what are you doing here?"

Minseul exited her bedroom and saw Jisung standing at the door awkwardly.

"Come in! It's cold."

She pulled Jisung in excitedly and closed the door behind him. She even brought him a cup of warm water.

"U-uh minseul...i need to ask you a question."

"Hm?"

"Do you like me?"

"pFFFt nO I dON't. wHO tOLd yOu thAT?"

Minseul asked, getting flustered. Minseul noticed Jisung heaving a sigh of relief, she wasn't dense, so she knew what he was thinking.

He doesn't like me. Well, at least I know now.

She thought she would be okay, but she wasn't. She felt tears sting her eyes and she quickly thought of an excuse to go to her room.

"I feel a little bit sick so uh I'll be in my room."

She snatched her scarf from Jisung and ran back to her room, anxious because she could feel the big fat teardrops rolling down her cheeks. She slammed the door shut and curled up on her bed. The air was cold but she didn't feel like turning on the heater.

Dang it, I waited 11 years for his damn response to my confession and this is what I get.

Indeed, she has been waiting for 11 years. She remembers confessing to him when she was just 5 years old, but she had to move away so her "I'll tell you tomorrow" never came. And it wasn't even a direct answer

"M-Minseul? Your food is ready?"

She heard knocks on her door and Jisung's deep but soothing voice calling out to her. She sniffled softly and wiped away her tears.

"I'll be out soon!"

She splashed water on her face to hide that fact that she had been crying and opened her room door, only to be faced with Park Jisung.

"Yes?"

"N-Nothing!"

Jisung stuttered and quickly walked away. He muttered something under his breath but it was too soft for Minseul's ears.

"Jisung, do you have a crush on anyone?"

Jisung shook his head while shoving spoonfuls of rice into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed his food before speaking.

"I haven't had a crush since a long time ago."

Minseul only nodded in response.

Everyone at the table went quiet and only the sounds of spoons scraping plates could be heard.

It was the most awkward dinner Minseul had ever experienced.