To Want You

27

I honestly expected him to talk me into staying. Maybe ask why I hadn't bothered to tell him sooner. But even after an house staying under the same roof, he left without even asking for a reason. It's already been a week since I've told him and my flight scheduled in three days. More or less, my days were mundane.

When I had told Loona about it, she bursted into tears and cursed me in every language she knew. I ended up satying over at her place and comforting her until sun rise. Throughout the whole night, she was cradled by my side and bawling her eyes out like a baby. Even if she was starting to overreact I totally understand how she feels. I won't get to see her too.

I've already resigned from my job at the convenience store so all that's left now, is preparations for next week.

My suitcase's on the bed and my room's a havoc mess. I've rampaged my closet for the essentials and so far there's a specific hoodie I can't find. It's light grey, soft in texture and has the name Abel imprinted on the chest area. Yes, it's not mine. I borrowed it a year ago due to an accident I had at school and forgot to return it ever since.

A total lie.

The reason why it isn't back with its owner is because I had refused to return it. Until now that is. Hopefully he won't hold a grudge because I intentionally 'forgot' to return it. It was his favorite hoodie after all. Then again, it's not exactly my fault. If he really wanted it, he would've asked for it sooner.

As I dig deeper into my closet like a mole burrowing a hole on the ground, I fail to notice the bedroom of my door creak open. My closest at least two feet taller than me with two boxes stashed just below a drawer. Clothes I don't often use are dumped there and eventually forgotten.

It's not until a feel a tap on my shoulder causing me to haul back in surprise and fall bottom first on the floor. Abel widens his eyes shock but that itself lasts for only a millisecond before it goes back to looking neutral.

I curse and hiss and wonder if my heart just skipped two inches to the right.

Abel raises his eyebrow, leaning against the closet with arms crossed over his chest. Thankfully, after that day, things pretty went back to normal. He's not saying weird stuffs anymore and almost disregards the fact that I'm his mate.

"You're really leaving uh?"

"Of course I am." I grumble, picking myself up while simultaneously rubbing my end. I fell so so hard. "When did you get here? How did you get in?"

He shrugs his shoulders, lean muscles in motion beneath his black shirt. "I was downstairs but your busy self took long to notice. So I came here."

He kicks a shirt aside and tsks under his breath with a look of judgment crossing his face . "You're not a child anymore, El. Pick up after yourself. Your room looks like an arena of world war three."

I ignore the offending comment and usher him outside in an exhausted gesture. Judging by the light I catch from the window, I guess I've been cooped up in my room since this morning. I nibble my lip as I pass by the hall to reach for the stairs. I've searched the laundry room but to no avail. That hoodie has to be in here somewhere.

"El."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll clean it up later. Let's go eat something. I'm starving."

So I kinda forgot to take breakfast, brunch and lunch today. I'll consider this my late lunch and early dinner. Once we've reached the kitchen, I get on my toes and grab two cups of noodles from the drawer before setting them on the counter. For today's menu, we have spicy chicken. Of course, I plan to add more pepper for flavour later on.

"When are you leaving?"

"Next week. It's a one stop flight. So I'll probably arrive the next day."

Two cups of noodles. Check. Boiling water. Check. Chips on the counter. Check. What else?

Oh right.

Chopsticks. I need chopsticks. As I gather two pairs of chopsticks for each of us, Abel takes it upon himself to pour the warm water into the cup of noodles.

"Six years' too long." He mumbles, causing a chuckle to seep pass my throat. I fumble the drawers for the missing utensils and internally thank the heavens when I find them. I couldn't find that hoodie so this gives me a bit of satisfaction.

"I know. But you'll be fine. While I'm gone, you might even find someone you like."

Is it just me or has the room suddenly gone cold? I zone out staring into the air trying to comprehend the situation. Did I say something wrong? I don't feel a strong gaze on me and he's not saying anything with spite either. I'm probably just imagining things.

With long strides, Abel heads back to the counter before placing the cups there. Again, an unreadable expression contours his face. I tilt my head to the side, confused as I take the seat across from him.

It's a waiting game from here on out. There's tension in the air and I'm wondering how it got there in the first place. After a few moments of silence, he dips the chopsticks on the cup and asks without looking at me.

"Do you not want me?"

I'm taken aback from the straightness of the question. Before my body can even register what it is he's asking, I'm already letting out a nervous chuckle. "What?"

Again, that gaze from weeks ago returns to paint his whole expression. His eyes have narrowed down and the clench of his jaw echoes the silence of the room like two swords clashing together.

He breathes. "I want you."