Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Rosie's POV

"Remind me to find myself a girlfriend tomorrow so I won't get pissed seeing couples cuddling on every corner of this goddamn bus." Rome scowled to Haiden oppa as they exit together in the room.

"Tsk, is this a love bus or what?" I heard Haiden oppa mumble before the door shut close, leaving me and Jake behind.

My lips formed a small smile as I heard their words, my chest doing mini somersaults.

After the concert last night and a whole lot of hiding from Samantha unnie, we are given a whole day to either go out or rest on the bus before we head to the next location tonight.

Seeing Josh oppa and Samantha unnie decided to spend the day outside for a date, I'm not even wondering how I found myself lying on my bed, this time my head on Jake's lap as he tries, and always fail, to tie my hair into beautiful knots while watching online for reference.

We've been here for almost an hour and he hasn't stop which I doubt he will unless he is able to perfect his craft that he is doing on my hair.

Everyone who enters the room quickly gets out as they see the both of us, with multiple curses from Rome oppa and snickers from Jason and Vash, the curtain on my enclosed space missing as one of the staff decided to include it on the laundry.

The concert last night was successful and my heart melted after I saw the projects that their fnas made for them.

How in the world, with so much love, were their thousands of fans who attended the concert, were they able to do a project for the boys, like a mass holding of banners with words of love and encouragements, and made it perfect like it's the most natural thing to do?

Seeing how much effort their fans exert to let the boys know how much they appreciate all the efforts, love and talent they give makes me realize how much joy they bring to people.

The boys shine on stage and seeing them smile makes my heartbeat go crazy, and this is coming from someone who is not even our fans.

I remember when I used to hate attending their concerts whenever Samantha unnie drags Lisa and I around.

But now, I'm more than thankful that I don't have to camp all night to buy a ticket and fall in line the whole day to watch their concerts.

Samantha unnie being known as Josh oppa's girlfriend within the fandom is probably one of the reasons why people keep on staring at our direction when we were watching the concert last night.

And the fact that Josh oppa moving near to our place a lot like more than twenty times made the fans go even wilder.

That man never missed any chance he got to tell the whole crowd how he is exerting extra effort because someone special to his heart is watching him from the crowd.

He even did a dance number for Samantha unnie which made me crack a little how he was trying to dance sexily, but fail on the very first thirty seconds because he can't stop laughing.

Jake and Vash keep on dancing near us, the crowd was having a field day.

Before the concert started, Samantha unnie and I were backstage to wish them luck.

The moment Jake saw me, he pouted and avoided my glance. I giggle at his action; remember how he continuously call me on my phone while I was with Samantha unnie.

He keeps on asking me where I was and what I was doing.

My memory can still vividly remember Samantha unnie's reaction was as Jake made quite a scene.

*flashback

"Did you enjoy your escapade?" he snickered, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he stares at me intently.

My eyebrows raised at his words.

"Is she not allowed to have fun with me?" Samantha unnie chimed in and Jake just went and grab a bottle of water and gave it me after noticing how tired I looked.

"Hey Jake, are you not going to give your noona some water? Wow, you used to give me water first." she exclaimed and Josh oppa laughed as he gave Samantha unnie a bottle of water instead.

My eyes landed on the floor after drinking a few gulps of water as I realize how Jake was following every little action that I make, not even paying attention to his noona.

Before I can even ask him to stop staring, he startled me with his words.

"Are you going to watch our concert wearing only that?" his brows furrowed and even their stylist was looking at me, my cheeks burned red in embarrassment.

"What's wrong with what I am wearing?" I asked him.

I was wearing a black shorts with a white crop top, my stomach showing a little, and I completed the outfit with a pair of white sneakers. My head tied loosely a pony tail. I think I was wearing comfortable clothes.

"Rosie, we are going to perform in an open area on a cold night. Do you want to get sick?" he mumbled before removing the jacket that he was wearing and tried to put it on me.

His members muttered series of protest and even their stylist was in panic. It turns out that the jacket he was trying to put on me was a stage outfit.

Jake insisted that I put it in so the stylist had to find me a cardigan to make Jake wear his jacket again.

My cheeks were burning red the entire time as everyone stared at us, watching everything unfold in front of them.

All those efforts I did so Samantha unnie wouldn't think differently were put into waste after what Jake did because the moment my eyes caught a glance at her, I noticed her expression changing.

She was in a deep thought and that's when I realized that there is no point in hiding.

I know Samantha unnie will talk to me sooner or later, but I prefer later because I don't think I'm even ready to hear what she has to say.

I'm sure she didn't like what she saw. And I can't blame her. Her knowing my history, she probably thought I was no good for Jake.

Suddenly, my insides felt heavy.

I felt my hair loosen as Jake stop trying to fix it and settled into brushing it instead, pulling me from the string of thought back to reality.

I bite my lower lip.

Every contact of his hands to my body makes my nerves calm down.

Jake doesn't even have the slightest idea about what's about to happen.

"Jake..." I whispered as I turned my head so I can see his face.

Our faces are technically just right in front of each other.

He is so fuckin handsome; I can say it every time.

"Hmmm?" he whispered.

"Why aren't you mad when I judged you the first time?" I asked him and he stared at the ceiling for a moment, his right hand still stroking my hair along the process I'm wishing he won't ever stop.

His mouth was quivering as he ponders on his thoughts and he looked so adorable.

"I always thought that it is in people's nature to judge one another. Some does it openly while some does it in secret. It's a natural phenomenon that we can't control. It's harsh." he whispered and my brows furrowed.

"So you weren't mad because you thought me, hating on you is be normal?" I asked confused and he chuckled.

"I was upset, hmmm, a little?" he said, lifting his left hand showing me how much he was hurt and I smiled at his cute expression. "But I can never control what people thinks of me. Whatever I do or I didn't do, I will be judged, especially since I am an idol and my life is almost an open book to people." he added and my heart sank deeper on my chest.

It makes me feel even more ashamed because of my action.

And then a small smile escaped his lips, his eyes beaming as if something good had happened.

"I'm not getting mad since what they think of me is not true anyways. When you assumed that I was a big ass jerk, I was offended a little, plus, you just kissed me that time." he teased me and I covered my face a little in embarrassment after remembering our first encounter.

That memory will eat me forever.

The sound of his laughter echoed in the room and he started giving pecks of kisses on the hands covering my face.

Once he stopped, he removed my hands and stared at me straight in the eyes.

"Do you still think that I am a bad person?" he asked, his voice low and he looked a little tense.

My hand reached for his face, cupping his right cheek.

"No. I was wrong. And I am stupid." I whispered. "You're actually the sweetest and most caring person I've ever met." I told him and his eyes beamed, it was shining so bright, my heart fluttered in instant.

"Rosie, can I ask you something?" he held my hand on his cheek as he stared straight to me in the eye.

"What is it?" I asked, my smile not leaving my face.

"Do you like me?" he asked and my breath hitch, my heart started pumping like I was running a marathon. My ears would probably bleed because of the loud noise coming from my chest.

I do.

But I didn't answer him that. Instead, I asked him the same question.

"How about you, do you like me?" I asked instead.

My emotions were all over the place and I'm so nervous on what he is about to say.

"I do. I like you. I like you so much but I won't force you to do the same if you're not ready." he whispered and I felt my eyes getting teary.

My inside went frenzy after I heard him confess that he likes me.

He is such an angel.

But I'm not. I'm full of secrets which I'm not sure I am ready to share with him at this time.

"Jake, I'm not okay." I told him, my voice cracked a little.

He stared at me while listening.

Am I ready to tell him what I feel?

Moreover, am I sure to what I am feeling right now?

Our eyes meet, and my heart stopped beating for a moment.

He cares for me.

Fuck.

He was worried but he isn't asking me to open up.

He is respecting me.

Shit.

It all dawn into me.

He is so sincere that I wanted to hug him so badly.

"Jake, my life is so messed up and I am not okay. Are you sure you want to get involved with me?" I asked him.

He is too perfect I'm starting to be ashamed for even thinking that I deserve him.

"I can wait. I will wait until you're okay, until you're fine again. And I will stay with you until you are ready to accept me in your life." he whispered and a tear escaped my eyes at this words.

Shit Jake. Are you even real?

This is an overkill.

"Don't cry babe." he cooed as his left hand wipe the tears from my cheeks.

Fuck this.

I no longer care if Samantha unnie gets mad. I don't think I can avoid Jake anymore.

I gulped. My hands reached for his face and pulled him for a quick kiss.

He was startled for a moment but he didn't say something. He looked at me amused.

"I like you." I whispered and his mouth hang wide open.

Yeah, I like you Jake....

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