Still Into You

7 - Saved For Later

Yunah’s POV

“Where are you now?”

“I’m already on the way, Ej. Just wait for me!”

“I told you to just come with us.”

“You talk too much. I’m driving. Bye!”

“But if you just—”

I ended the call.

Seriously, Edgardo Javier. Out of everyone in our circle, he’s the most talkative one—and that’s saying something. He’s been like that forever, and clearly, nothing has changed.

I still remember back in preschool, we got scolded by our teacher because of him. He wouldn’t stop talking—something about how I broke his yellow crayon. He made a whole scene about it, saying I wasted something other kids couldn’t afford. Like, excuse me? I didn’t even mean to break it. But he kept going on and on.

Same old Ej—loud, dramatic, but reliable when it counts.

When I arrived at the resort, a staff member stopped me at the entrance.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but the whole place is booked for a private event.”

I handed her the invitation card Ej gave me days ago. “I’m on the guest list.”

Her expression softened into a smile. “This way, ma’am.”

I slung my large backpack over one shoulder, my sling bag across the other. I was dressed simply—white tucked-in tee, high-waisted denim shorts, sandals, and sunglasses to shield me from the sharp afternoon sun.

The place was stunning. A wide, open space stretched before me—a massive rest house straight out of a TV drama, white sand underfoot, and a serene blue ocean stretching endlessly behind it.

“YUNAAAH!” Kit came running toward me, waving. “God, it’s so hot. Here, give me your bag.”

He grabbed my backpack before I could even respond. “Traffic?” he asked, wearing a white tank top and blue beach shorts.

“Yeah. Coming from Cavite—the toll line was a nightmare.”

He nodded and led me inside. The rest house was pure luxury—marble floors, gold accents, even an indoor pool.

“I wonder how much it costs to rent this place,” I murmured.

“Rai paid for it,” Kit said casually.

I froze mid-step. Rai? How much would that even be? Did he just casually drop that kind of money? Big spender, apparently.

“You’re in Room 2, right next to Rai’s.” Kit pointed toward the hallway.

My brows furrowed. “He’s already here?”

“In the back, grilling. Go rest first—we’re all outside.”

When I unlocked my room, I was stunned. It was gorgeous—soft white curtains, a private veranda, and when I slid the door open… the ocean was right there. So close I could hear the gentle lap of waves.

I posted on my IG story immediately: Calm breeze. Perfect.

After a shower, I changed into a yellow tank top, white shorts, a light white blazer, and sandals. Then I headed to the back.

The moment I stepped outside, I regretted it.

Jacob and Ej were chasing each other like kids. Kit was blasting music. Rai and Ry were arm-wrestling. Justin was supposed to be grilling—but was instead focused on his iPad.

Chaos.

“JUSTIN, IT’S BURNING!” Jacob yelled.

Kit rushed forward with water. “Oh no! The milkfish!” Ej cried, stomping his feet for dramatic effect.

“What happened?” Ry asked.

“It’s burnt! We have nothing to eat!” Ej wailed.

“It’s fine, we’ll just eat sardines,” Rai said with a sigh.

“Yunah doesn’t eat sardines—” Kit began, but I cut him off.

“Kit, turn off that music first,” I said, and he immediately obeyed.

I stepped closer to inspect the charred milkfish. Poor thing—it was caught only to meet its end in flames.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked.

“No, and we’re starving,” they groaned in unison.

“Good thing I went through drive-thru earlier.”

“Alright, pack this up. I’ll just order us food,” I said, heading toward the living room to start browsing delivery apps.

Ry plopped down next to me. “Holy crap, Yunah—it’s you! I thought you were just some girl Kit brought along.”

“You’re an i***t, Ry,” Kit muttered from the other couch.

The others started filing in.

“Your friend’s in Palawan, right?” Jacob asked casually. I knew exactly who he was fishing for.

“Yunah, I swear, you’re annoying,” Ry continued with fake drama. “You didn’t tell me you were coming—you hurt my heart!” He even clutched his chest.

“Ew, Ry, your acting is terrible,” Justin cut in as he walked in—Rai right behind him.

“Oh, shut up, you discount Korean,” Ry fired back.

Ry turned to me again, eyes wide. “Wait. You’re—” He stopped mid-sentence, then smirked.

“Hold on. Yunah, aren’t you the one Rai’s always stalking on i********:? I’m right, aren’t I? He even watched all your stories and—get this—he saved one of your Twitter posts and made it his wallpaper!”

For a moment, it felt like the world slowed down.

Before I could respond, Rai lunged forward, clamping his hand over Ry’s mouth and tackling him to the floor.

Justin and Ej stood laughing, Kit whipped out his phone to record, and Jacob joined in, hitting Ry with a pillow.

“HAHAHA! Rai got caught stalking!” Kit shouted between wheezes of laughter.

Me? I just sat there, biting my lip to hide my smile while my heart thundered in my chest.

I didn’t know why… but it made me ridiculously happy. I wanted to know what else he’d saved. What he saw. Why it was me.

And suddenly… I wanted to stalk him back.

God, Yunah. You’re hopeless.

But damn… this was exciting.