𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐎𝐍𝐄

"The English language is complex. Full of homophones, homonyms. There is something lovely about the arts of the language. The way it can be spoken in accents, the words themselves. A piece of writing with great power, emotion, and eloquence." With that, he sets his cold-almost as if he had been dead of hypothermia hands on the dark wooded desk behind him. He smiles, it is a crooked smile-sly almost and coy. There is a glint in his eyes, satisfaction? Fascination? Amusement? The emotion- raw emotions however undistinguished. Ambiguous.

I look at him, that man, he stands just a few feet away from where I sit. If I were able to raise my hand, if I wasn't so shy- then I would've raised it. Letting the charcoal eye graze over the sight of my hand blooming like a flower, opening with such curiosity. I would have stood and walked down the steps of the university class, made the feet keeping us apart inches, those inches converting into centimeters until there was no more distance. Bodies gliding, together. Creating a whole new being, just the two of us. No one else. Just us.

I hear shuffling and I look around, my eyes scanning the row is where I sit at. Features hardening when I find the same girl, blonde hair and icy blue eyes, her hand is up. There is a pretty smile on her face.

"Yes, Elizabeth?" His voice booms through the classroom. Charcoal eyes staring into hers, she smiles. A smile that causes him to smile back.

Jealousy had its meaning, it had many meanings. Too many. It was simply a TARDIS of a word, that's the way I like to put it. Big on the inside, but the meaning so small. A small, malice thing on the surface of the tongue, creating a spark within us. But it was also a complicated genre of dancing emotions and negotiations within the heart.

I didn't feel animosity towards her. No. I was just experiencing every single meaning of that word, Jealousy.

"What is the point of studying English if you dislike it?" The smile on the handsome face falters, Mr.Park stares at her as if though she is a fiendish horrible creature who had killed his children and wife.

Slaughtered them, no mercy in its eyes, just pure malice. A devil inside of a body of a normal human being. The evilness hiding within its eyes, masking it all with a smile. A form or shape of a human.

"What is the point of waking up at six in the morning every morning and coming to my lessons if you dislike school so much?" He asks, there is an arch on his brow. It's callous, callous how he looks so handsome even when angry.

I bite my pen, looking between the two. Eyes go up to the clock and then jump when the bell rings as a signal that everyone should be in class.

"Alright Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors say welcome to the freshmen. Freshmen's welcome to your first year of college, I'm Park Jimin, Mr.Park to you all, nice to meet you and try not to party, I'll be making these four years of your life a living hell." His voice booms throughout the room, echoing because of how silent it is. Some chuckles can be heard, yet the rest are quiet. Silent like dead mice.