[7:37pm] "He likes me. He doesn't like me. He likes me. He doesn't like me." A daisy in your hand, you carefuly plucked out each petal. Beside you, Junho layed in the field of white flowers, sunbathing. It was late after noon, the sun was starting to set and the sky was turning orange.
"He likes me. He doesn't like me." You heard a huff coming from the boy next to you.
"Why do you care so much for that jerk?" The annoyance that laced his voice was evident. "Well, that jerk is actually a really nice guy when you get to know him." Arriving to the last petal of the flower, you hesitantly pulled it off with a pout.
"He doesn't like me..." Letting the now naked daisy fall to the ground, you sighed in disapointement.
"I'm doomed." You said. The next thing you knew, Junho cupped your face with his warm hands and gently placed his lips onto yours. The wind suddenly rose up, blowing through your hair and bringing shivers all over your skin. His nose brushed agaisnt your cheek, moving his lips in sync with your own. When he moved away from you his frustration took over him. "I like you. Isn't that enough?"