» 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reserved university student cora struggles to grasp onto the values and ideas of her biggest dream;
falling in love.
her unfortunate past has continued to linger with her until the present day, making it difficult for her to mak...
not the 'crush' way i felt whenever i was with jeongguk, but the way you feel when about you make a big speech in front of a room full of people.
my palms were sweating and my legs were bouncing as i was sat on one of the benches under one of the park gazebos. i zoomed here straight after my lectures were done, not wanting to leave jeongguk waiting, yet here i was, waiting for him.
i had to admit though, i was glad i arrived before him, that way i had time to prepare what i was gonna say or how to approach him. that's something i thought i'd never have to do.
but after yesterday, everything between us has been so, so painfully awkward.
i couldn't face him in art class today. i didn't even spare him a millisecond, too afraid i would fall flat on my face from my knees locking in place at his charming gaze.
and i think it's only now that i realised how well i did at hiding, or, ignoring these burgeoning feelings. i could convince myself that i saw him as just a friend for the majority of the time i saw him, then go home and start kicking my feet and squealing at the thought of him.
"hey."
speaking of him...
"hello.." i cleared the hoarse tension in my throat and i scooted over. "how are you?" i mumbled, refusing to turn my face to him.
"i'm... alright," jeongguk chuckled meekly, sitting down next to me, splaying his hands out on the table, "and, and you?" his hands did little tapping motions on the bench out of what i presume was anxiousness.
"yeah, you know... i'm good, yeah," i responded with a timid laugh, joining my hands together to feel some sort of ease.
and i wished that the earth could make way underneath me and swallow me whole. the silence was exceptionally deafening. suddenly i was thankful we decided to meet at the park, since the distant noises of families chattering and pigeons cooing provided a source of background noise.
a minute or so passed by and neither of us had said anything. the click of my tongue in random rhythms saved me from losing my foreseeable sanity from the amount of awkward tension that surrounded us.
