Text Me

The night drenched under the heavy rain as Wyen sat there in the cafe.

Her head was against the glass window that showed the grey clouds in the sky.

Her stained cheeks dried and the patches under her eyes made it obvious that she didn't let her body rest for even a second.

Sun had already been up and the time ticked 10 o'clock but she didn't move from there.

And the clouds didn't either.

A deep inhale, her shoulders dropped and her hands pulled over coat around herself and her eyes blinked.

Dae-ni did everything for this and now you-

Her body raised before she took a deep breath while her hands rubbed her face.

Elbows on the table, she covered her face.

As her breaths paused, she tried to calm down when a small tap on her shoulder made her look behind, startled.

"Uh-?"

His eyes were brown, dark and there was a spark that had her shoulders quiver.

His eyes blinked and a small smile spreaded on his lips before his lips parted.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

She blinked.

"I thought you are..."

She snapped out of the thoughts when he nervously looked around.

His eyes fell upon two teenage girls before he bit his lip and looked back at her.

"Can I take a seat?"

Wyen's gaze fell on the teenage girls who were screaming and looking around in joy.

Looking back at him, she looked down at the hand which he held his coffee in.

Shaking and trembling, he was nibbling on his lips in tense and wyen sighed before nodding.

He immediately sat down in front of her.

She shifted in her seat as she looked at her bag which was on the seat beside his.

Eyes falling up on her subconsciously as she pushed the hair strands behind her ear, his eyes scanned her stained cheeks.

A breathy smile, he looked back at his phone making her head to turn.

Eyeing him, Wyen dropped her hands on her lap.

"Huh?"

She said as he suddenly chuckled while glancing at her.

He looked up at her before nervously shaking his head.

"Nothing. I..."

He licked his lips and he looked down at his phone once again.

"I just saw you in the phone."

Her frowny eyes widened and she sat straight.

Eyes searching around, she nervously pressed herself on the seat within her fingers picking the flesh at the corner of the nails within her eyes blinking vigorously.

But when he turned his screen to her, Wyen's eyes averted up nervously.

"Here."

The fluffy puppy picture on the phone screen made her body drop down with no stiffness.

Finger froze in mid way of picking the skin, it accidentally ripped the corner making her whimper and a hiss left her lips.

The smile on his lips faded away as he eyed her face before standing up.

Fingers pressing down as the blood started to drip, she nervously looked at her bag but then, his cold fingertips on her wrist woke her up from the tense.

Eyes down on her finger, he immediately sat on his knees making her panic.

"Oh no, what are -"

"It hurts?"

Her eyes stuck on his face, she watched him pull the hand near.

Removing her fingers from the cut, he hissed as if he felt the pain instead of her.

"Oh, It does."

He immediately took his bag from the handle of the seat he sat on-still not letting her hand go, making her blink vigorously.

Pulling the zipper down, he shuffled around before taking a quick glance at her finger.

Taking the kerchief out, he folded it into the small shape making her stop him.

"That's white-"

"Remove your hand."

His eyes on her fingers, he scolded making her pause.

Letting his hand go, she watched him tap the cloth on her finger which was still dripping blood.

His lips neared and her fingers nervously clutched her jacket.

Blowing warm breath onto her finger, he gazed at her finger making her blink vigorously.

As his hair flew back from his forehead due to cold breeze, she blinked slowly, lost.

His small hmm made her blink once again in sudden admiration and he gently placed the kerchief on her palm making her clutch it gently.

Taking the bandaid, he slowly applied the bandaid and blew in her hand making her slightly quiver.

Looking up into her eyes, he tilted his head and her closed eyes made his lips curve up into a small smile.

Her warm hand in his made his hold it slightly.

When his cold fingers slightly fell between her warm ones, her eyes opened and all she saw was a man.

A man holding her hand as if even his gentle grip could hurt her hand.

"Can I...know what's your name?"

She watched him nervously eye her face.

"W..Wyen."

She paused before looking into his eyes.

"You?"

Eyes gazing away as soon as his fell into hers, she felt her knuckles turn pale by how tight her grip was on her jacket.

"I-"

"Yun!"

Head turning around to look at the door, his eyes widened.

Looking back at her, he picked up his open bag which led his books to fall right back down on the floor and wyen immediately bent down.

Picking up few books as he bent down on his knee, his eyes averted to her again and again.

"Jeong Yun."

Her eyes met his.

"Jeong Yun-o."

He breathed out and his hand placed hers on her lap.

Making her hand clutch his kerchief, he gazed into her eyes ever so carefully.

"Sunday, I come here often."

She blinked as he looked around before looking at his friend.

Hand gently raising, he patted her head making her close her eyes while he ruffled her hair.

"Text me."

Her eyes widened as he whispered in her ear before running off towards the door.

Looking down at her hand, she blinked and once again she did before cussing under her breath.

"My ring."