Hey ya! || Jimin ff ||

Chim 8

He remembered how he was so unsure if he should talk to her.

His lips stretched in a sly smile as he looked down from the mirror, fixing his shirt's sleeve.

He used to stare and observe her everyday but was too nervous to speak to her. He was unsure if she would find him interesting. But he already knew that her simple and unbothered personality had caught his attention.

He fixed his hair, with a smile still plastered on his face.

Her passion to study and the interest to usually daydream in the leisure time. Her sudden smile between her daydream and her zoned out face, without caring anyone's weird stare around her. They were the thing he fell for.

He walked to the bed and picked up the bag which layed there. Once he was sure he was well off for the school, he walked out of the hostel.

She was so honest and not fake.

He stepped in the bus and pressed his card on the scanner, before entering. He looked around and saw a empty seat beside an old woman. He walked and sat down, still not wiping his smile off his face.

That's it, anyone could say that he was in love but there was no one to understand him. And he was ok with it.

The bus stopped and he stood up to walk out of the bus. He walked to the gate and took a long breathe. He was a bit more early and was really sure that she had already arrived there, seeing the cycle parked in the parking space.

He knew her cycle, he had spyed on her for a long time so he almost knew everything about her. Almost.

He climbed the stairs and was walking in the familiar hallway. It was the way he had always wanted to walk, as long as she was there.

He saw her. She was again drifting off in her own world. Her hand peacefully rested on the desk and her head on her palm. She was staring out of the window.

He licked his lips and gulped. He moved closer to her bench. The class was empty if 2 people weren't there.

"Hey ya!" His voice was cheerful as always.

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I was just staring out of the window as always. And like always he showed up. But the difference was it was the time before first class not the Tiffin break.

"Hey ya!" He greeted with full energy. And I was drained out of sleep reading a full novel last night.

"..." so I decided not to speak.

"Oh...again silent mode on?" He whined.

"..."

"Just wanted you to know where I live. You might need it later." He continued as he noticed I wasn't going to reply.

"I don't care." I stated the 'matter-of-fact' wanting the boy to stop talking to me.

"That's what I find so pure in you."

I furrowed my brows and looked at him. It wasn't the reply i was expecting. I was confused and wanted an elaboration but his back had already faced me which was now distancing away.

It made me feel a little bit sorry. He was just wanting to talk but me being myself just 'shooed' him away.

But I was confused because of his reply.
'Pure in me?'

A/n:

Ahhh... So he is the one who is 'him'.

Lol. Let me repeat that sentence in a sensable way.

So, Yosub's teacher is the boy!😀
I'm so happy.
I know, according to the description and title, it should have been something spicy and humorous but somehow I just end up with something lame.

I'm sorry...myself.

-Samtae

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