“I don’t want to pressure you into a friendship you won’t have time for,” I say, laying it out there, limiting myself to that word, friendship, and not something else.
In an alternate universe, I really believe that Jaeyong and I would’ve been high school sweethearts, if we had the chance, if he didn’t go ahead and chase his dreams, achieve them.
How could I begrudge him that? What kind of person would I be if I begrudged him that?
An asshole, that’s what, and I am not an asshole.
“You’re still stubborn as ever, so that hasn’t changed,” Jaeyong murmurs, more to himself than anything, but I get all offended anyway.
“Excuse me?”
Jaeyong juts his chin out, rounding his dark, dark eyes to me, all confrontational. “You heard me, you’re stubborn. f*****g stubborn.” He shakes his head. “Alw
