Ripples [10]
A/N: It has been a while. Enjoy reading. ^^
FROM CHAPTER 9:
“Stupid,” Naoko laughed and wiped her tears, “I know that it will hurt since it’s my first.”
“I love you, Naoko.”
“I love you, too, Kris,” She kissed him one more time and they watched the horizon as the sun rose from the eastern side.
~o~
Three weeks had passed. Naoko hadn’t really contacted Kris and had found out only just yesterday that he will be spending the holidays in China. For that, Naoko became uncomfortable. She knew that what they did made them awkward with each other.
After all, she wasn’t really drunk at that time. Because of that, she was sure.
She had fallen in love with Kris Wu.
By tomorrow, classes will start again, and she was trying to keep herself relaxed. What happened that night, she thought of confronting him about it. Still, Kris being Kris, it’s not like he would strike up a conversation with her then ask what the fuck happened between the two of them. Worse was that, what if he really just took advantage of her?
Naoko’s worries shot up a notch when she saw Kris back with blonde hair. Not to mention, he was his real self again; the bad-ass type, the one whom everyone will fear. On the other hand, she was sort-of assured, because he was still accepting his ‘fans’ gifts and lunch boxes for a welcome greeting.
What’s bothering Naoko the whole first period, though, was that, she could sense him looking at her. Those piercing, lifeless eyes that will make her puke for fear. She could sense it, even though they were so far from each other. Talking to Sungmin made her relieved, even talking to some of her classmates about the Christmas party situation.
At lunch, Naoko knew that Kris occupied the rooftop so she didn’t want to disturb him. She was usually with Nichkhun, but, he was still out of the country and will be back after a week. She, then, followed Sungmin all the time, until the next class resumed.
The next class was English lessons, and, to her surprise, Kris wasn’t there. He was always present for English since he excels in it. But, it was wrong.
She knew it was time.
~o~
Kris was still admiring the view, as always, when the rooftop door slammed open. He knew that it was her, but he didn’t flinch nor move from where he was sitting. She approached him, with the look he was worried about. The look that would make him puke out of fear.
“CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS?”
“Naoko,” he waved his hand, “The view is great. Please move.”
“SHUT UP, BRAT! TELL ME WHAT-”
“WHAT DO YOU CARE?” He then stood up. The girl moved aside to maintain their distance. If she was smart enough, she would have said sorry. But, no, she didn’t. What made the situation wrong for him was that she slapped him like before. His face had a red mark, etched with a hand.
“KRIS,” she began, “I… I was hurt. You left without saying anything. Not even a text or call. Even an email will do. Even a private message will do, but, why? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING A WORD? Kris. I love you. I FUCKING LOVE YOU.”
With those statements, he fell down on his knees and hugged Naoko by the waist. He was crying. She, stunned by his reaction, couldn’t move. Nor can she think of breathing. He was trying to stop but he couldn’t.
“N-Naoko…”
“What is it?” She finally sounded calm and brushed his golden hair.
“Please… Please tell me… that you’re saying the truth.”
Naoko couldn’t help it anymore. She fell and hugged him tightly. She, then, kissed him full and he responded quickly. He knew that she was honest. He just knew.
“Naoko, I love you, too… But, how about Nichkhun?”
“Kris, ever since, it was you. It was always you. I never loved Nichkhun.”
“But he loves you tremendously.”
“No, Kris, please,” she said, breaking away her hug, “Kris, I can’t I can’t love him because I am mad about you.”
“Naoko, I don’t think this is the right thing to do. Even if this is right, I don’t think this is the right time.”
Kris stood up and rushed downstairs. Naoko called out to him begged for him to come back. But he was on his way, he didn’t look back. Until he heard his Chinese name being called.
He turned around and saw a familiar face. She was looked lost and with a questioning look.
“Yi Fan, where are you going?”
“Song Qian?”
FROM CHAPTER 9:
“Stupid,” Naoko laughed and wiped her tears, “I know that it will hurt since it’s my first.”
“I love you, Naoko.”
“I love you, too, Kris,” She kissed him one more time and they watched the horizon as the sun rose from the eastern side.
~o~
Three weeks had passed. Naoko hadn’t really contacted Kris and had found out only just yesterday that he will be spending the holidays in China. For that, Naoko became uncomfortable. She knew that what they did made them awkward with each other.
After all, she wasn’t really drunk at that time. Because of that, she was sure.
She had fallen in love with Kris Wu.
By tomorrow, classes will start again, and she was trying to keep herself relaxed. What happened that night, she thought of confronting him about it. Still, Kris being Kris, it’s not like he would strike up a conversation with her then ask what the fuck happened between the two of them. Worse was that, what if he really just took advantage of her?
Naoko’s worries shot up a notch when she saw Kris back with blonde hair. Not to mention, he was his real self again; the bad-ass type, the one whom everyone will fear. On the other hand, she was sort-of assured, because he was still accepting his ‘fans’ gifts and lunch boxes for a welcome greeting.
What’s bothering Naoko the whole first period, though, was that, she could sense him looking at her. Those piercing, lifeless eyes that will make her puke for fear. She could sense it, even though they were so far from each other. Talking to Sungmin made her relieved, even talking to some of her classmates about the Christmas party situation.
At lunch, Naoko knew that Kris occupied the rooftop so she didn’t want to disturb him. She was usually with Nichkhun, but, he was still out of the country and will be back after a week. She, then, followed Sungmin all the time, until the next class resumed.
The next class was English lessons, and, to her surprise, Kris wasn’t there. He was always present for English since he excels in it. But, it was wrong.
She knew it was time.
~o~
Kris was still admiring the view, as always, when the rooftop door slammed open. He knew that it was her, but he didn’t flinch nor move from where he was sitting. She approached him, with the look he was worried about. The look that would make him puke out of fear.
“CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS?”
“Naoko,” he waved his hand, “The view is great. Please move.”
“SHUT UP, BRAT! TELL ME WHAT-”
“WHAT DO YOU CARE?” He then stood up. The girl moved aside to maintain their distance. If she was smart enough, she would have said sorry. But, no, she didn’t. What made the situation wrong for him was that she slapped him like before. His face had a red mark, etched with a hand.
“KRIS,” she began, “I… I was hurt. You left without saying anything. Not even a text or call. Even an email will do. Even a private message will do, but, why? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING A WORD? Kris. I love you. I FUCKING LOVE YOU.”
With those statements, he fell down on his knees and hugged Naoko by the waist. He was crying. She, stunned by his reaction, couldn’t move. Nor can she think of breathing. He was trying to stop but he couldn’t.
“N-Naoko…”
“What is it?” She finally sounded calm and brushed his golden hair.
“Please… Please tell me… that you’re saying the truth.”
Naoko couldn’t help it anymore. She fell and hugged him tightly. She, then, kissed him full and he responded quickly. He knew that she was honest. He just knew.
“Naoko, I love you, too… But, how about Nichkhun?”
“Kris, ever since, it was you. It was always you. I never loved Nichkhun.”
“But he loves you tremendously.”
“No, Kris, please,” she said, breaking away her hug, “Kris, I can’t I can’t love him because I am mad about you.”
“Naoko, I don’t think this is the right thing to do. Even if this is right, I don’t think this is the right time.”
Kris stood up and rushed downstairs. Naoko called out to him begged for him to come back. But he was on his way, he didn’t look back. Until he heard his Chinese name being called.
He turned around and saw a familiar face. She was looked lost and with a questioning look.
“Yi Fan, where are you going?”
“Song Qian?”