𝖠𝗅𝗀𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖺 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖩𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀)

𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

"Immature wench?" Lijin repeats. "Yes" Jisung replied. "I could call you endless names. I bet you won't love to hear everything" He adds. "This is the last time" He continues. "I remember each every face of yours. If I see you, don't greet me"

"My day won't be good"

He walk past the woman slamming the door behind him. "Let's go" He grab the suitcase dragging it with him. "What did you tell them?" Iseul ask trailing after him. "A lesson" He shortly answer. "You shouldn't have. I bet I'll return there too" Iseul sighs. "You won't" He pertains. "There's no empty room. What—" Iseul halts as they stop over a room. Jisung twist the knob entering.

"Kian, thank you for letting her occupy the other bed" Jisung smiles at a woman. "It's okay. Kian Kim" Kian hold in her hand. "Cho Iseul" Iseul shakes the woman's hand. "Then, I'll go. Text me"

Iseul watch the door shut before facing Kian. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Kian sat on her chair. "I'm sorry. It's just my roommates offended me" She explains. "It's okay. I'm also looking for a roommate. I'm an excess student." Kian said. "The bags, they're important?" She nods as answer. "i see, there's your bed. We're only two here so feel free to bring as much as stuff you want"

"Thank you"

Iseul lie down on her bed, the whole room dim as her roommate were asleep already. "What the hell is that?" She mumbles holding her chest. Just now, thinking about Jisung, her heart skip a beat. She knew the endearment was nothing but a friendly help.

"How do you think about dating me?"

She shakes her head nonstop as Jisung's words rang in her head. What the hell is happening to her? It can't be.

Iseul stare at the paper on her hand, even after procrastinating for whole 30 minutes, she hasn't answered it yet. "What's wrong?" Kian ask getting ready for her class. "I don't know what major to get" She admits. "Figure it out, it's hard to make a decision without a goal. Let's go" She nods following her roommate out.

Even after reaching the classroom, her paper remains empty. She play with the pen on her hand still thinking about her decision. "Haechan" She face her friend. "Have you chosen your major?" She asks. "Yes, finance" Haechan answers. "How about you? Let me see" The man grab her paper. Second later, Haechan let out loud laugh.

"Do you not have a dream? Why is it empty?"

"I don't know what to choose" She admits leaning her chin on her chair. "Jisung chose performing arts. He's probably going to oil painting or what" Haechan said. "Performing art?" She ask which Haechan nods as reply. "Oil painting" Jisung sat beside her. "Does your Mom approve?" She face Jisung. "Yes, she said I should get what I want"

"My Dad too but I don't know what" She sighs closing her eyes. "You should go to make up, you like it, right?" Jisung reminds. "You're right!" She smiles grabbing her pen. "Thanks" She adds filling up her paper. "Sit down everyone" Their adviser walk in. "Jaemin collect all the paper." Jaemin stood up gathering all the paper for the upcoming new school year.

"You're all going to be college students now, I hope you made a good choice into choosing your major." Mr. Kim starts. "I know it's hard to choose a major that will decided your future but trust me, it's okay to struggle." Mr. Kim continues. She hands Jaemin hers throwing her pen back in her pocket. "Then, that's all. Prepare for college"

"Jisung!" Iseul run towards Jisung who sat in a bench with Renjun and Jeno, eating. She give the man a smile. "What? You're being weird" Jisung bite his bread. "Could you come with me to buy—" Jisung interrupted her. "Cosmetics?" She nods. "No! The last time I went with you I almost did not recognize myself"

"I promise we'll only buy. Plus, class starts next week already. I need materials" She bribe. "No. Go with Kian" Jisung replied. "Kian's major is criminology. Why would she go with me?" She asks. "And I'm performing arts. Go alone"

"Hey, let's go back already. My feet are tired" Jisung complains. "Let's go here, last one" She smiles entering the cosmetic. Jisung loudly sighs following her in. She walk straight to the contact lens area looking for the color that would suit her taste. "What color do you think is pretty?" She ask Jisung. "Green"

"You're right" She grab two greens and one blue. "Hey, buy me this. I run out" Jisung hand her a lip balm. She nods walking over to the counter. The lady scan her products before she hand her card to pay.

Entering the restaurant, her and Jisung walk straight to the table by the window. "What do you want?" Jisung ask taking out his card. "Anything" She said. The man nods taking off to order food for them. Iseul opens one shopping bag taking out a foundation. As for Jisung, he returns to the table after ordering.

"This is your tone. I can't even use it" She said laying a layer on her hand. "Is it?" Jisung takes a look of her hand. "Yes, it's too white. You're pale everyday, if you don't know" She said keeping the foundation back in the bag. "It's okay. I bet you'll use model to make them up"

"You're right"

"Hey, did you not sleep?" Jisung ask. Her eyes widen and she shifted her eyes. "What do you mean?" She abruptly look up. "Your bags. It's so big. Why? What were you thinking?" Jisung replied. It's because of you! Why do you have to ask me about dating you?! "N..nothing" She stutters. "Hey, don't tell me" Jisung grin.

"Were you thinking about my question the whole night?"

"No" She claims, fast. "Why would I?" She adds. "You're defensive, it means you are. How did it go? Have you think about dating me?" Jisung smiles from ear to ear. "Is that why you've been clinging onto me? You could ask Haechan to go with you which he will but you go to me. In fact, Haechan knows more about make up than me." Jisung state. "It's just bugging me. Hey, Park Jisung, do you like me?"

"Yes"

"What?" She ask, shook. "I said I like you. Why?" Jisung replied casually. "You're not the type to joke like this, stop it" She shifted her gaze. "I'm not joking. I told you I like someone for so long already, right? I meant to say it's you. That's why I kept rejecting people. I like you" Jisung admits. "Wow. I must be crazy"

"Why did my heart skip a beat?"

"Reject me if you want. I could just date Lijin" Jisung hide in his smile. Iseul frowns grabbing all her shopping bag. "Try me. I'll kill you both" Iseul run out of the restaurant. He chuckles following the woman outside.

"That's a yes, right?" He trail behind the short woman. "How could you threaten me like that?" Iseul replied, not facing him. "It was a trap, I know you like me. Looking at it, you stay up all night thinking about my question. It only means I had the chance" He smiles. "And it works, you fell into my trap"

"I fell into it ages ago. I just didn't realize it" That made him stop from walking. "What?" He let out. "I kept my attention to Mark the whole highschool and I would just found myself getting jealous every time some girl would confess to you. I thought it was nothing but when you confess, I knew it. This thing in my chest is not as I was thinking it is" Iseul face him. "Why didn't you tell me? I was so sick of waiting"

"I said I don't know what I'm feeling!" Iseul shouts. "Fine. Calm down" He walk over to the woman. "Actually, I made it too obvious. I was showing it to you that I want your attention. I would tease you everyday and would annoy you because I want you to look at me. You see, I'm a very jealous man. I got jealous fast so every time I would see some man swooping his eyes over you, I would make it obvious that you're mine."

"I watch very closely of what I own. And every time I does that, it made me satisfy that those men staring at you would look away after knowing I own you already. It satisfies me so much. I hope you won't be mad that I did that behind your back. I would understand if you'll be mad, it's okay. After all, I never own you. I just put it in my head that I own you. So Cho Iseul... "

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"