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𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 <y.ji>

word count: 954

<Blisters, a Jeongin (skz) drabble>

this drabble uses she/her pronouns!

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"You gave him my what?!"

"Your textbook! We aren't even going to use it next period?"

"Are you insane?!" she shoved her belongings into her locker and frantically ran down the hallways towards his class, heartbeat quickening with each step she took.

"Yang Jeongin!" she called as she stumbled into his classroom, his classmates watching her in amusement while she snatched the open textbook away from his hands, fleeing from any possible eye contact and pointlessly apologizing.

"Those were from a long time ago.." she stammered, fidgeting with the hard cover of the beat up textbook. "Your name was.. doodle-able.. i know that's not a word but.. just.. sorry you shouldn't think too much about it, just forget it, I'm so sorry."

Jeongin stood, hands frozen mid air and lips agape while she stumbled her way back out of his classroom, almost tripping on her way out.

"Over all the pages with hearts around them?" he muttered to himself.

Awkwardness set in between them after the incident, both not having the courage to speak up when they came across each other, and all they had left were quick shoulder brushes in the crowded hallways, with seldom nods or waves with stiff smiles.

It seemed as if a thick clear glass wall landed between them, being able to see but not reach each other, both not having any way of getting closer.

Yes, Jeongin knew, but stayed quiet.

Never spoke a thing when she used to discreetly flirt, never separating his lips when she fumbled with her words and fiddled with her fingers while handing a box of valentine's chocolates to him

But sometimes

The loudest hints are sent in silence.

It was clear to her that what she wanted them to have was a lost cause, she understood his silent reply to her silent confessions.

He didn't feel the same, but that was okay.

It really wasn't, but it was nice to convince herself that it was.

And on the day of graduation, she finally mustered up the courage to face him, once again, for the last time.

He quietly nodded as a greeting, and she stifled out a smile.

"It's the last day we're here." The first time they spoke in months.

"Yeah.." he responded, stuffing his phone into his back pocket.

"Can I maybe.. have you sign my uniform?" she looked into his eyes and immediately darted them away, eyelids fluttering.

"Sure, you have a marker?"

His voice was still as emotionless as before, but that didn't matter anymore, she had accepted what she had to accept.

"It's at my desk, back in my classroom, do you have time to walk back with me?"

Jeongin silently nodded and pushed himself up from the wall as she led the way back.

The duo walked through the school field, avoiding stepping on flowers, and getting too close to one another.

"Sad to think how someday we'll think back to these times, and all we would have left is nostalgia" She hummed, plucking a daisy out of the grass.

"I know you really liked to spend time on the field yourself"

"You're such an idiot, Jeongin."

"Excuse me?" He squinted at her, confused.

"Please, do you think it's a coincidence that everytime you show up at the field, I'm just magically also there too?"

A heavy wave of silence surrounded them when Jeongin failed to give a response.

"Haven't you ever found it weird?" she started, breaking the silence and plucking the petals of the daisy between her fingers. "You'd see me at the field, then I'll also be at the basketball court, then I'll also be near the vendor, did you seriously think those were all coincidences, Yang?'

"What do you mean?"

"The world doesn't come with so many coincidences, okay?" she sprinkled the petals back into the grass as she continued walking. "I created those coincidences."

Jeongin again failed to reply, and they reached the classrooms in silence.

"Sign." she spoke, handing him a permanent marker.

Jeongin held the pen and placed his initials on the left upper side of her uniform. It was a spot she specifically kept for him, near her heart.

"Well.." she rocked back and forth on her heels and asked, "aren't you gonna let me sign yours too?"

"Oh" Jeongin snapped out of his daze and turned around, pointing to his back. "You can sign it wherever you like, it's pretty much empty anyways."

She popped the pen cap open and started scribbling onto his back.

"You know.. liking you was like, walking in a pair of very uncomfortable heels.

Sometimes I feel like you might have mutual feelings, you treat me better than the other girls you know, but at the same time I have this feeling that you never really cared about me at all."

"..."

"This one sided love was a thunderstorm, and I was at your doorstep, hand hovering over you door, not sure if I should knock, so I just stood in the rain."

He didn't know how to react, and muttered an apology, "I'm sorry."

"Don't, I've decided to move on, to stop liking you, to give up on whatever false hope I was drowning myself in. And from now on its another person's job to care about and love you."

"Why are you even taking that long to sign you name, what are you even writing?"

"You'll find out. Farewell, Yang, it's been a pleasure to meet you, and all the best for whatever next step you're about to take in your life."

On his uniform, under her name, was a sentence printed in messy handwriting.

'and even when it hurts and leaves blisters, it's still hard to throw your heels away.'

Blisters.