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
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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.
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"Alright, what's bothering you?" Sunny asked, the second you sat down at the lunch table with her.
"Nothing."
"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.
"Shoot."
"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
"Are you okay?" He questioned,his voice was filled with compassion towards me and I smiled from where I lay.
“I- i think i'm fine , it’s not that big of a deal “ i reply trying to sound as normal as possible .
“I’m fine,” she answered breathlessly. “I’m sorry to worry you. I just kept running until I couldn’t run anymore.”
He suddenly coughs, jerking up and a sigh of relief passes my lips. “I’m good,” he coughs, as his blood drips down his face.
Startled by your mother's remark, you quickly blurt. "I'm still not feeling well. Is it alright, if I stay here a little longer to recover?"
“And Mr. Selkie what would that be, what could be possibly worth a trip to the hospital and had me worried out of my head for you?” she said.
I rolled my eyes at her effort to make me drop the subject. Instead of calling her out on the lie she told me, I bit my tongue.
"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."
“What do you mean?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing and you had to fight the slight smile that came to your lips at the adorable sight.
"Are you alright, Sir?" she asked him a bit concerned. It took Ellis a few seconds to reply.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." he said, hesitant with his words. Anybody could tell he was lying, that nothing was fine; his eyes gave it away. They made him look so helpless, so
“I’m not sure.” Fresh tears collected in her eyes and she dropped her head into her hands. “I’m too unwell to go on. I’m
It felt like his words ripped out my heart and bit into it like an apple. I could feel my face heating up, all I could feel is regret that I thought that he would go to the dance with me.
“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.
Chad was born to be a wrestler. He was barely out of pull-up and showed promise. When someone mentioned wrestling, he would grin from ear to ear.