I didn't know what to do since he was so adamant right now. So I cried again and closed my eyes.

"Dylan please. Can you just go? At least spare me this humiliation. You can insult me tomorrow. But can you give me time to recover first?" I begged him.

"So now you regret that you like me? Open your eyes." He ordered. I shook my head and still closed it.

"I said open your eyes Yue." He demanded. But I didn't relent.

"Tsk. Now you're being stubborn. Don't blame me for this." He threatened but I still opt to close my eyes.

Then I felt his lips kissing the life out of me. I opened my eyes and gasp in shock. He just took that as invitation to kiss me further and deeper.

I tried to push him, but he just interlaced his fingers with mine and continued. His scent, his taste, his touch all of it created a haze around me. I couldn't think straight so I surrendered to it, let go and kissed him back.

One of his arms went around my back and lifted up my head just enough for him to kiss me harder. I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him with the same intensity.

I was lost for a moment but when the need for air came back, I pulled away from him and laid back on the bed. I looked up at him. He was breathing hard like I am, still gazing at me intensely. As if all of that didn't manage to satisfy him.

After realizing what happened, I placed one of my arms on my lips to cover it.

"Why did you kiss me? Are you making fun of me now?" I asked, my mouth behind my arms.

I saw his eyes darkened while still peering straight at me.

"Stop covering your lips Yue. Or else I might kiss you again. Trust me, it'll be really swollen by tomorrow by the time I'm done." He threatened.

My eyes widened and I removed my arms immediately. What happened to my Dylan?

"Why. Did. You. Kiss me?" I asked him again. He was making me really nervous by his actions. He collapse on the bed beside me and sighed.

"Do I really have to spell it out for you?" He said rubbing his palms on his face.

"Huh?" I turned to him.

"When a guy kisses you suddenly what does it mean Yue?" He asked me searching my face. He then traced my lips with his thumb.

"That he must really like to kiss girls?" I asked dumbfounded by everything.

He sighed. "You're impossible. You're really clueless for a girl who just confessed her feelings aren't you?" He looked at me as if I was a puzzle.

I sighed then brushed his hand away from my lips but he just held my hand tightly.

"I told you to insult me tomorrow." I complained. He then played with my hands. Drawing circles inside of my palm.

"Who said I was insulting you?"

"You just did Dy." I pointed.

"I wasn't. I was showing you that I like you too." He finally said looking at me adoringly.

"What?!" He likes me? Like like me, like me? Oh my gosh my brain. Where's my brain? And my heart just completely went out the window.

"You wouldn't listen to me. You wouldn't even look at me. So I kissed you instead." He explained.

"So you like me too?" I wanted to make sure.

"I see. You still don't get it. Want me to show you again? I told you, your lips will get really swollen." He said but tried to kiss me again. This time I pushed him back.

"Dylan!"

"Yes I like you too Yue." He said once again. He laid back down on the bed. I blushed then hid under the blanket but he pulled it off of me.

"Why do you always hide from me?"

"Because I'm actually embarassed." I admitted.

"You're saying you're embarassed that you like me?" He said sounding hurt.

"No! I already told you I like you. But I didn't know you felt the same way. All along, I thought I was just a buddy to you." I voiced out my thoughts.

He turned to his side then raised his body on his elbows to look at me.

"You are my buddy. Just a buddy that I really like and ended up falling for." He confessed.

I looked at him still in awe of what he said.

"When did you know?" I asked.

"When I saw you working hard despite being sick. When I saw you being yourself. When I saw how you can hangout with us even if the f4 are all boys. When I saw you smile randomly on whatever moment has made you happy. Basically it's the little things. Little things that made a huge deal on my heart." He told me. My heart pounded with every words he said.

He was always there for me. But I thought it was because he just treats me like a sister. We have that form of camaraderie.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I thought you weren't interested, Yue. You are this cool chick who's actually my buddy. Wouldn't tolerate any bullsh!t from me, but would actually get my jive. So I decided to just be your friend, for now. I didn't want to bother you yet, you were so happy with our arrangement. And I know you were interested in someone. If I were to confessed to you, I thought you'll treat it as a joke." He further explained.

"I wouldn't have treated your confession as a joke if you told me sincerely enough. That's all I needed. And I wasn't genuinely happy Dy. I tried to, but whenever I remember that I actually like you, then remind myself that I'm your friend, I actually hated myself for thinking that way." I told him.

"Why would you hate yourself? You have every right to your feelings." He chastised me.

"I know. But I didn't want to lose you in place of my feelings. I'd rather have your frienship than those wishful thinking."

"I'm not like that Yue. Even if I didn't like you I would have still been your friend. I'm not going to stop caring or being your buddy just because of your feelings. We were friends first before anything else." He comforted me.

I just cried. "I guess I was just afraid. And I didn't trust you enough to still be there depsite any of this. I'm sorry Dy." I sincerely am sorry because he was right. He's not like that, he doesn't walk away from the people he loves.

He wiped my tears tenderly with his hand and rested it on my face.

"Aiyo. Yue stop crying. I LIKE YOU. Way too much, if only you knew. Was this also the reason you cried before when we had a fight?" He asked finally connecting the dots.

"Yeah." I said still sniffing.

"I'm a jerk then. I was there comforting you when I was the one causing you pain. I should've known. Damn, I really am an idiot. I swore to beat up the guy who made you cry. Turns out it was me. Do I beat up myself now? Here, you can hit me if you like." He offered.

"Ay! Stop blaming yourself. You really helped me that time, Dy. And you wouldn't have known. I tried so hard to keep it from you." I told him while reaching out my hand to caress his face.

"And yet you manage to tell me about your feelings." Hi grinned mischievously. I slapped his chest.

"You forced it out of me. You trapped me in the counter Dy." I accused him.

"Because you wouldn't have squeak a word if I didn't do it. I'll probably friendzoned forever if I didn't have the mind to push you." He said.

"You're evil you know that?" I teased him.

"Not evil. Just pure genius." He said cockily.

"Yeah. You're full of sh!t." I said.

"See? That's why I Iike you." He hugged me then placed kisses on my shoulder.

"So we actually like each other all this time? But we just couldn't, for the life of us admit it, do we?" I wondered.

"Yeah. We're a bunch of idiots. I really want to hit my head on the wall right now." Dylan said. We looked at each other then burst out laughing.

We were silent after, just enjoying each other's company when he decided to speak.

"You said you like me, but what does my hoodie have to do with it?" He curiously asked.

"Well it's one of the reasons that made me realize that I actually like you."

"How?"

I hid my face on his chest.

"I love your smell on your hoodie. Every night I fall asleep wearing it. It's as if you're there with me. I felt secured and comforted everytime I wear it to sleep."

He chuckled. "Aiyo, so adorable. So you love my smell?" He asked.

"Yeah. I thought I just love your perfume. I even researched about it. It turns out it was your actual smell that I like. I smelled that perfume on one of my friends before, but it didn't really have an impact to me the way it smelled on your hoodie. The way it smelled on you. Figured if I'm going to be your friend then I'll just keep it as a memento for liking you. So I ended up lying and stealing from you, instead." Now the whole truth is out in the open.

He was looking at me as if he's still figuring out why I actually like him.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked him. Curious about his gaze.

"So you like me just because of how I smell?"

I slapped his chest once again.

"No silly. I like you because you are Dylan. Your hoodie was just the catalyst for me to figure out that I actually like you."

"It made me realize that although I get to hangout with you during filming, I actually still miss you. I actually like myself better around you. I like how I feel when you take care of me or teased me. Basically it's a big ball of me liking the things that you do. Your passion whenever you work, your love for your friends and family, your caring personality, your nagging and just you." I gestured towards him.

"The entire Wang Hedi. And the hoodie just became a temporary replacement whenever you're not around." I added.

He grinned so wide and kissed my forehead.

"So you just wanted the hoodie because it reminds you of me?"

I nodded.

"Damn, I should have been a hoodie. I get to embrace you then everytime." He said. I flicked his forehead.

"Idiot! Of course I prefer the real thing." I told him. I definitely prefer this Dylan Wang.