Am I Crazy?

Holding your hand

When lunch time came around, I made my way to my hiding spot, and I guess it's Jisung's and mine spot now. I saw Jisung sitting there on the ground with his homemade lunch watching him nibble on his food and wincing every time he opened his mouth. His face was so swollen and bruised and it made my heart hurt.

I approached him and sat down next to him, and he looked up and over at me with the saddest brown eyes. "Hey, I guess this is going to become a regular occurrence." I smiled. "Why are you doing this?" Jisung asked. "Because I want to." I shrugged. He turned back to his lunch and barely acknowledged I was there.

"Jisung? What happened to your face?" I asked in concern. "I-it's nothing you need to worry about." He looked away.

I watched him with concern and for some reason I just wished we could stay in this place; I know he needs time to warm up to me but I'm willing to wait. My friends make it hard for him to trust me and I understand.

He then handed me half of his sandwich and I looked at him with raised eyebrows, "I notice you don't ever really eat much." Jisung said. "Oh, um thank you." I smiled while accepting the half sandwich. I took a bite of it and as simple as it was it was pretty good. "This tastes really good. Did you make it yourself?" "Y-yes, I make all my own food."

For some reason that didn't sit well with him, and a tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek.  I remember my friends mentioning that his mother had died, and which left him with his father, but I just assumed he had some housekeeper or something that made their food or helped with other stuff.

I reached over and wiped his tears away and he looked at me with the weirdest expression. "W-what are you doing?" Jisung stuttered. "Nothing... just nothing." I smiled.

My dumbass couldn't stop smiling at the confused chubby cheeked boy sitting in front of me and he looked so fucking cute.

Before I knew it the bell rang, and I stood up holding my hand out as a few seconds go by, but he finally took my hand, and I gently pulled him up. We stood there for about a good minute just looking at each other our hands still being held together.

 When he finally pulled his hand out of my grasp, I watched him walk away into the distance. I can still feel the warmth that his hand held, and I felt one of those moments where I didn't want to wash my hand for weeks. I know silly right?

I shook my head and shoved my hands in my pockets and was on my way.

Han Jisung makes me feel things I've never felt before and it's driving me crazy.

No boy has ever made me feel the butterflies in the stomach or that spark when you touch someone.

But he did.