《A Mindful Relationship [Jensoo]》Chapter 21
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"She's taking her time alright."
A defeated groan escaped my lips as soon as I said that and then another groan much exaggerated and another and another until Chaeyoung had enough and shoved the crumpled paper I was playing just a second ago inside my mouth to shut me up.
I sent a glare her way which she totally just ignored and just pushed the paper more and more into my mouth resulting to me looking like a complete idiot with a full mouth of crumpled paper. She snickered at me which ticked me off and there we two go tackling each other on the ground again.
Lisa just sighed while staring at both her crazy best friends pulling each other's hair and tackling each other down simultaneously on the ground. She shook her head in amusement without a single effort to pull me and Chaeyoung apart and then she looked at her phone.
"Let's go to our classes." She announced whils splitting me and Chaeyoung apart with ease. For someone so skinny, she was always the strongest out of the three of us.
Maybe because she's young? Oh to be young again... growing is exhausting.
Both me and Chaeyoung stood up and patted ourselves down to look much presentable later on. After that, we packed our things and made our way to our respective classrooms.
On the way to my classroom, I couldn't help but wonder what Jisoo may be doing. Most of the time she's just too busy for someone attending university. She has great time management for sure unlike me.
I sighed sadly at the thought of Jisoo not arriving for class. Again.
I kinda miss her.
I halted in my tracks as soon as I realized what I just thought. I hit my head and screamed internally. I crouched down to my feet and stared at my foot in shock.
What on earth did I just say?! I kinda miss her?! I must be crazy. Yes, this is just my lack of sleep. Definitely not because I miss her.
Saying that you miss someone you've only met for a few weeks doesn't sit right with me at all. So I stood up, exhaled a deep sigh and walked my way towards my classroom. Ignoring all the weird glances I have just received from the students on the hallways.
But I really can't deny that missing someone feels good nonetheless.
...
She's not coming...
I know I got my hopes up big time. Again. But I really can't help but wish that Jisoo would just appear here and now before the bell rings. This is the last class of the day and she's not yet here like Lisa said she would.
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"This is hopeless-."
Before I could even finish that, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I immediately faced the person who intruded my sulking session. And I'm pretty sure I didn't just smile like an idiot when I saw...
"Jisoo!" I chimed happily as soon as I saw her.
I patted the place beside me and there she comfortably sat herself. After sitting, she almost immediately faced my direction and tilted her head cutely like a puppy in question. I raised one of my eyebrow in question as well.
She smiled softly then passed a piece of paper with her fancy writing on it.
Did you miss me?
HELL YES I DID!
My eyes widened at the message and I swear I choked on air. "H-Huh?" I dumbly asked, absolutely speechless about her message.
I heard a quiet chuckle from her that made my heart squeeze in awe of her cuteness. She took out another piece of paper, wrote on it quickly then handed it to me.
And even if she wrote that so quickly, her handwriting is still so neat and fancy.
How are you, cutie?
I'm sure my cheeks were probably red because I am feeling heat all over my face after I've read her message. "C-Cutie?" I stuttered out bashfully.
She nodded then as soon as I was about to open my mouth to say that she was cute herself, our professor entered the room just as soon as the bell rang resulting to all of us facing our professor up front and greeting him lazily.
After he greeted us back telling us to sit down, I immediately received another message from Jisoo.
How have you been?
She had a look of curiosity and concern, I smiled shyly at her gaze and looked at the ceiling which was quite high if you ask me. Or I'm just incredibly short.
"I've been great. Just a bit down and annoyed about my soulmate." I unknowingly rolled my eyes at the mention of that idiot. A pout formed unconsciously on my lips and my shoulders drooped.
Jisoo noticing how my mood soured up, patted my head soothingly then gave me a questioning look. One that told me to continue on how I said my statement.
"I said this before and I'd say it forevermore... my soulmate is definitely an idiot." As soon as I said that, Jisoo covered her mouth to hold her laughter but somehow got out of hand (Get it?) producing laughter that would bring even William Hung to shame!
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Luckily, we were near the back of the classroom so whatever the professor may be hearing from our distance was faint. But hell, he can hear even the tiniest curses I make most of the time.
"Your laugh is pretty." I blurted out while staring at Jisoo's lips.
I didn't mind that my heart was racing at the moment. I didn't mind questioning myself why I was feeling butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I didn't mind the way Jisoo is staring at me with a flustered expression. I didn't mind the voice that was telling me behind my back that Jisoo was actually liking this and not feeling uncomfortable.
She wasn't moving, maybe because she's shocked?
But still, I didn't mind the way my body was leaning towards her. I didn't mind that I was holding her hand now. I didn't mind the fact that I was inches away from her. I didn't mind that Jisoo's breath was already hitting my lips and making me want to kiss her luscious lips.
All I minded was her and her alone. How her lips looked so kissable, how her eyes began twinkling, how her cheeks reddened at our distance, how her nose scrunched up when our noses were already touching, how her shoulders relaxed when I began tilting my head, how she... how SHE, herself, began inching onto me.
That was until somebody had the audacity, the fucking AUDACITY, to interrupt such an intense moment and who on earth can be such an ass except our professor.
"MISS KIM!" He yelled with rage in his tone and expression before slamming the papers he was holding down on his desk. Placing his hands on his hips and raising a knowing brow.
Everything stilled and it was so silent. Everyone had their eyes on us, so intensely. I could hear everybody's breathing. It was like the world was ending in front of my eyes.
But what bothered me more is the fact that Jisoo still isn't moving from her spot. Just a centimeter away from my lips and her eyes smiling at me with urge to get us off from this tight situation.
Oh god, why do I find this so seductive?
"Miss Kim!" Our professor called once more, with much force on his tone this time. As if that'll scare me.
I closed the gap between us—or that's how I want everyone to see it. I leaned on Jisoo but completely missed her lips and pecked the side of her lips instead. I felt the way her lips tugged up into a smirk.
If she teases, I tease back. Easy.
The room was filled with gasps, whoops, cheers, whistles of excitement from our classmates and that made me smile like an idiot when Jisoo gave me a look of approval when our faces pulled away from each other. There was a small tint of red on her cheeks and I'm sure my face is literally RED.
I kissed her...
Well not technically on the lips but I actually managed to kiss her! Near her lips at that! And she even somehow approved to it. Oh god, the butterflies are raging in my stomach.
"Fucking get out of my class! Two of you!" Our professor snapped at once. He pointed his finger towards the door for us to exit and Jisoo and I, stared at each other once more before sheepishly exiting the classroom.
As soon as we both were out, the both of us shared a moment of amused laughter. Then we decided to head to the bleachers of the field. Sat there close to each other.
Jisoo eventually leaned herself on me while I unconsciously stiffened then relaxed after some time. My heart quickened at the proximity that we shared. I could inhale her sweet and intoxicating scent with every breath I take. I feel myself being coated by a blanket of warmness and the next thing she did made my heart burst! My stomach filled with numerous butterflies.
She held my hand and smiled at me warmly. The kind of smile that could end all problems and misfortunes in this world. THAT smile that is so precious and beautiful, I feel unworthy of being able to be smiled at like that.
She closed her eyes and hummed a tune so soothing, quite rough around the edges because of her disability to speak but still so beautiful that I feel like I'm floating on air.
And in that moment I knew...
I'm fucked!
...
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