Love Has No Boundaries

Part 8

TAEYONG'S P.O.V.

"I was kind of... looking for you... too." I say, turning a light shade of red. "You want to grab something to eat?" He asks locking my gaze with his. I nod lightly. "I'd love to." I say smiling. We walk down the pathway to a nearby cafe. After getting a table and our orders taken we finally have time alone. "How have you been?" I ask playing with a sugar packet. "I've been okay, better now." He says. "What about you?" He asks tilting his head slightly to the left. "Me? Uhm, I've been as well as can be." I say with a nod.

We spent about two hours talking, getting to know each other. We talked and laughed, our food came, we ate, we talked more, went through a few cups of coffee and you guessed it, talked some more. There it is again, that weird fuzzy feeling inside of me. "What if it were butterflies? No! It's not, stop fooling around." I scold myself. "What about you?" He asks. s**t, I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. "Hmm?" I ask in a hum. He chuckles. "What were you thinking about?" He asks taking a sip of his coffee.

"Uhh, it's nothing really." I say avoiding eye contact. "You're lying." He says bluntly. "Is he a psychic or something?" I think to myself. "What? No, I'm not, lying. I'm just choosing not to share my thoughts." I say looking at my coffee. "Look at me." He says. I keep my head down. "Taeyong, look at me." He says more sternly. I look up at him, our eyes locking with each others. "Tell me... What you were thinking about." He asks slowly. "I think I like you." I say, lost in his red eyes. Mental note: If anyone's eyes just turn red all of a sudden, RUN! That's a big no-no, but no-one gave me that live lesson. "Wait, why is his eyes red? Am I seeing things again?" I ask myself.

Our gaze breaks and I'm back to reality. I clear my throat and sit back in my seat. "What just happened?" I ask myself. "So, you like me?" He asks with a smirk. "I never said that, but yes... I do." I say putting my head in my hands. "Hey, don't worry, I like you too." He says taking my hans away from my face. "You do?" I ask confused. "Yeah, I do, who wouldn't. Tell me something." He says. "Anything." I say playing with his fingers. "Are you dating that guy who was with you the other day?" He asks.

"Who? Yuta? No! No, no, no we are just friends, best friends actually." I say. "Good, I can work with that." He says intertwining his fingers with mine. I smile at the sight of our hands like that. Butterflies taking over my entire inside. "What do you mean by that?" I ask. "Give it time, you'll know eventually." He says with that beautiful smile of his. My phone starts to ring in my back pocket. I take my hands out of his and get my phone. I look at my screen and see the caller ID, Yuta. "I'm sorry, I have to take this." I say standing up. "No problem. Go ahead." He says. I answer and get up. "Yuta?" I ask going outside.

END OF P.O.V.

JR'S P.O.V.

"No problem. Go ahead." I say. He answers and gets up. "Yuta?" He asks going outside. I sigh and rub my temples. "He better not be a problem." I say to myself. I know I shouldn't be doing this, as if I care. I enhance my hearing and listen in on the call. "Where are you? Are you okay?" The voice over the phone asks worried. I roll my eyes. "I'm fine Yuta, don't worry. I'm at a cafe." Taeyong says calmly. "Are you alone? Do you want me to join you?" He asks. "Oh f**k no." I say to myself. "No, I'm not alone, I'm with someone." Taeyong says. "You're with him, aren't you?" He asks. "Do you have a problem with that." I think to myself. Taeyong looks back into the cafe where I'm sitting, I give him a smile and he returns with a faint one. "Yes, I'm with him. I have to go. I'll talk to you at home okay?" He asks. "Yeah sure, be safe and call if anything happens." He says.

"As if I'll do any harm to Taeyong or have any harm done to him" I scoff. "I will, now bye." He says before hanging up. A few moments later he is seated infront of me again. "Sorry about that." He apologizes. "Your friend worried that I'll do something to you?" I ask. "He's just a little over protective that's all." He says with a sad, half smile. "When you're with me, he has nothing to worry about." I say with a smirk, taking his hand into mine. "I believe you." He says.

END. OF P.O.V.