The next week went by great. Jiho didn't say anything about that conversation you'd had when he'd messaged you, but you could tell he was happy. He opened up about his problems to you more, and you were more than happy to listen and give him advice. It felt so good to be talking to him and helping him, you only wished that you'd tried talking to him earlier.
But! The past is the past you were happy and grateful for every moment you spent with him.
...There was only one problem.
Every time he smiled, your stomach would do a little floppy thing and your heart would speed up a bit, like you'd suddenly gotten up and started sprinting. Whenever he touched you, it felt like he'd just shocked you, like a jolt of electricity shooting up …show more content…
You were actually disappointed when he began sketching again, because how does one be a shirt? You'd like to be his shirt.
Wait, what am I thinking?! You thought, violently shaking your head. Jiho is my friend, nothing else! I'm just—just appreciating how well jesus created this beautiful creature, with his pretty eyes and lips and hands and legs and—oH MY GOSH STOP IT, ME! No weird thoughts, no weird thoughts, no weird thoughts, no—
"(y/n), are you alright?" Jiho asked quietly, looking genuinely concerned. "You've been mumbling stuff for the past minute and your face is bright red. Are you sick? Do you need to go to the nurse, or—"
"I'm fine! I'm fine. I think I might be coming down with a cold or something but it's okay, I've got some medicine at home."
Jiho looked skeptical but he turned back to his paper and started sketching again.
What is wrong with me? You sighed.
"Alright, what's bothering you?" Sunny asked, the second you sat down at the lunch table with her.
"You can't lie to me that easily, sweetie. What's going on?"
Jesus, you couldn't get anything past this girl.
"Well...I have a question." You said quietly. You figured that you ought to just tell her, because you knew she'd just find out eventually.
"If you...like someone, how do you know?" You asked.
Sunny looked surprised.
"Hmm...well, I mean, if you're happy when you're around them, and you think about them a lot, and you get nervous around them, then
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"Um, there are a lot of people here, and some people are very sick. They might be dying if they don't get immediate attention, and those are the patients the doctors look at first."
“Hey, Pops. I need you to call the principal.” Veronica heard her dad coming in the office and flashed her sweetest, best-daughter-award-acceptance-speech smile. Resting her elbows on her desk, and her face on her hands, Veronica tried to play up her innocent-and-cute factor.