𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 & 𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙱1 𝚂𝙺𝚉 𝙵𝙵

34

[Jisung's pov]

I haven't been able to sit still in my seat since I sat down.

Changbin had walked me to class, he had received stares from everyone. I can't say that I'm surprised. He literally looks like walking royalty.

I haven't stopped think about how he had requested for my ten minutes between classes, and how I had blindly given it to him.

My leg bounced up and down, my hand covering my mouth as I stared at the clock.

9:19.

I literally just got here four minutes ago. If I started becoming this crazy over time passing, it never would.

I turned my focus to the currents blocking the tall windows.

They were a blue so deep, even the bluest parts of the ocean couldn't compare. It was royal, intriguing,. It drew you in, only to shut you away from the outside

They had an intricate design to them. Black and soulless lines and curves compared to the beauty of the blue, one that almost seems completely unique, as if every simgle curtain wasn't quite like the others. As if there was too much on one and not enough on another.

They seemed impossible to mirror of another seat of fabric, seeming to me that the only way to get and exact replicate of it was to simply snap a picture of it, or hold a mirror to it.

No point in trying to sew such fine designs over and over again, they would never come out the same, it would always be less beautiful or more intriguing than the last one.

I moved my eyes from the curtains to cork-boards plastered across the wall beside me.

They were covered in ribbons, pictures, snippets of newspaper articles. Anything you could imagine of putting on a board that hangs on a wall, it was there. Probably put their by past and present students.

They weren't as eye-drawing as the curtains, but they did help bring life to the room.

I watched the tip of my pen hit the surface of the desk. Over and over and over again.

The desk was a recycled wood upon strong iron legs, each at a jaunty angle as if it was stretching before a pleasant jog. The wood was upcycled, I think they say, and I wondered if it had once been a door.

In the grain were flecks of colours that many front doors in this neighbourhood are, so many vibrant hues in every season, like rainbow freckles.

I wondered how many smiles it had seen, how the many had seen it and felt the relief of coming home.

I looked to Hyunjin who was on my left. His shoulders hunched as he bent over his notebook, writing notes with his ball point pen. So focused on the stack of paper connected with a simple aluminum wire.

His handwriting was neat and effortless, the way his notes were strategically mapped with bullet points and dashes.

His dark hair was long, it fell from behind his ear to cover his face, which he would tuck back behind his ear again and again.

He eventually grew tired of it before pulling a hair tie from his wrist and pulling it back into a pony tail.

I couldn't help but admire the way his jaw constricted in concentration, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.

The veins in his neck protruding as he tried to keep up with the professors pace.

If a new student walked in and Hyunjin was the first thing their eyes landed on, they'd fall immediately in love.