If We Make It || MICHAENG (Ongoing)

7 - People Are Poems

"When I say people are poems, that could mean two things. They can either be beautiful, or complicated."

"But who says they can't be both, right?"

Minatozaki:

Yah! Let's go get coffee before we head to school. I'll be there by 6.

The first thing I did as soon as I woke up was send Kim Dahyun a text message. Today's a Monday, not like any other though. This Monday made me feel a little more hopeful about everything. My serotonin levels were at their peak and I plan on keeping it that way. Unfortunately though I've gotten no replies from Dahyun. Oh well, guess I'm just going to have to start this day solo.

Dahyun, although she's clearly fond of me, still makes it clear that she has her own personal space from time to time. My constant initiation of skinship, the puppy names I call her, and basically everything else, she's all used to that. She's not the type to be like that though and I see that, so the only thing I can do for her is to respect her own life whenever she tells me to, or whenever I feel like I have to. I remember that one time where I went to her dorm without her knowing. That was also the first time I've ever legitimately pissed her off.

By 6:30, I was already in school. I headed straight up to the council's room to submit files Dahyun and I have done last week. You know, before we made out and all that stuff. It didn't come across my mind to check up on the girl since I know she might be stressing over her own school works. I just let her be and hope that she hits me up later. Haven't seen her since last week.

I was having another lazy Monday but because I felt a little more uplifted, I took the opportunity to spend extra hours in the campus. All my classes were done before twelve in the afternoon so I went to the student government's lounge to file some paperwork for activity proposals by the school clubs.

A few colleagues were also busy when I came in. We were a little less occupied now since the clubs are more independent, but there were still loads of works to finish. Nothing new, albeit it is very exhausting. All of us wanted this anyway.

Another reason why I spent more time inside the lounge is because I was starting to worry why Dahyun still hasn't sent me a message. It's just so weird of her. The both of us still have works to do as a pair, and she'd usually text me non-stop just so I wouldn't forget what we have to accomplish. Today, however, she was nowhere to be found. I just resorted to distracting myself with paper works so I don't have to think about Dahyun. She might have just forgotten, and nothing else. Her classes will also be done anytime now and I expect to see her here.

I wasn't mistaken. Dahyun entered the room as she sports her usual smiling self that has its touches of an introvert. Gosh, I love it when I see her being kind to other people.

But I hate it when she's not being kind to me. It's been about five minutes now and the girl has literally passed by me for tons of times without saying anything, nor looking at me. What's up with her? I didn't bother asking her.

Focus wasn't on my side anymore, and instead, anxiety took over. I was so uneasy that I couldn't even get a single paper done, so I decided to stop and just scroll on my phone. Even so, I didn't leave the room.

I want answers, Kim Dahyun. Answers.

I was having enough when the girl who's making me feel negative things right now decided to get her hands on the paper on my desk and still not talk to me. My eyes pierced through hers as she sorts out rims of paper in my desk. Eye contact wasn't even a choice for her anymore. That's when I knew something was off.