Direct And Linear Relationships

Chapter 33: Prison

Welp.

We made it.

Or, almost.

We made it through finals and that's close enough because from here on out it's nothing but fun times with good people. Correction, great people.

The best part about today? Every single class has been a free period, which means I've literally done nothing but sit and talk to my classmates. They must've figured with us only being at school for two hours Monday and Tuesday's only requirement is to show up for grad rehearsal that we'd want more time to spend together.

"Here you go." Jungkook set the thick year book on my lap while I handed his back. Laughter circulated the gym as our peers giggled with the light squeak of the Sharpie moving along the pages of their friends year book, writing memories of the past four years, and promises of hang out sessions in the future. Besides that the other hot topic of the hour was senior prom, a day I was never too thrilled about but the closer it gets to 8p.m my excitement grows.

"I think Chaeyoung would have killed you if you didn't give this back today." I teased. My eyes caught the boys in their school clothes sweaty and out of breath from running back and forth on the court.

"She'll be fine. Nobody told that girl to move to Paris." he smiled, leaned over and nudged my shoulder with his.

"Speaking of, what's going on with Seoul? Aren't you excited?" I slid the yearbook off my lap and to the bleacher, making a noise that would've been noticed if not for the unusually excited chatter around us.

"Yea, sure." Jungkook said with false enthusiasm. He perched his elbows on top of his book and inched forward until both thumbs were resting under his chin and his fingers were curled around his mouth. "I'm not going."

My eyebrows raised and I felt my lips part as the shock settled on my face. I'm confused to say the least. All week I've been hearing Seoul, Seoul, Seoul, how he's going to the beach every day, maybe learn how to surf, hopefully from a cute beach boy. I can literally recite the entire thing from how much he's been babbling on about it.

"But-"

"I know." Jungkook said, tucking his fingers into the palm of his hand, rolling his cheek on the fist he made and stared at me.

"Does your mom know?" I bent down and placed my forearms on my legs to get level with him.

"Nope." he popped the 'p' and sighed. "So at my funeral instead of everyone wearing black I want you to come in the most outrageous, gaudy, eclectic outfit you can muster up. Also I want flamingos, giraffes, elephants. You know, the works."

We shared a chuckle and I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair and caught a tangle. I can't remember the countless times Sana pulled on my hair last night, thus leaving my scalp extremely sensitive. I winced at the pain and shut my eyes momentarily, but an inch of a smile pulled on my lips. Ever since the park earlier this week we've spent a lot of time together. I was claiming I needed help studying for finals, she so kindly reminded me that she was just a physics teacher but she could see what could be done. And I feel like you can fill in the blanks from there. I thought I would miss sex with Sana and while I do she's been so damn creative that I hardly think about it.

"So I'll call the Seoul Zoo and inform them of the plans." I replied, returning to my upright position. My hands hugged my elbows and I brought them close to my stomach like that would stop the arousing warmth building in my core.

"Oh Dahyun, you know me so well." he joked before worry underlined his bright eyes.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad." Unclasping a hand I reached out and placed it in the middle of his back, drawing small circles. Instantly he relaxed and I watched his shoulders drop.