With You | Jikook

04 | hang out

j e o n

We were both sitting down on a bench near the convenience store of the grandma. I tried my best to keep my cool but all I can feel is the tense guy beside me. All the way from the running, bus and walking, he was cursing at me. Surprisingly, I didn't mind it.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I apologized for the fourth time. "I promised you to buy two more."

He sighs, leaning back with one hand on the bench. "I mean, I don't understand all the rushed running, but I understand that you want escape from your fangirls."

"They are not my fangirls," I argued back, earning a roll of eyes. "For the past two years, girls would follow me to confess or talk. They're not obsessive. Well, they do follow me when I have matches with other students. Boxing is a pretty big thing in our school. I'm sure you've seen the girl who even brought a banner.

He stops licking his ice cream, gently placing his hand on his lap. He shakes his head, gazing up at me. "I was transferred last year, half way through. That's why I didn't really recognize you and your popularity but I do know that boxing is a big thing."

Can I say that I'm excited to hear that? It's weird to feel that way. I can show him some skills that he probably have never seen before. He won't be bored like my friends. I could finally show off and he must be wowed by it. But he doesn't seem like someone that would be wowed easily.

"Can I ask why the sudden transfer? That's pretty weird to transfer midway."

He tenses up, turning his face away from me. "Personal reasons."

Silence fell. It began to feel awfully awkward between us. But I do enjoy glancing at him to see him. It was the first time that I find a guy pretty. It is wrong to say that? I mean he's handsome, but he's more beautiful than handsome.

His face is really soft, he doesn't have those sharp features. Nothing is really defined, so graceful. And his lips, so round and pink. He's just pretty. A pretty boy. Plus, he has glasses. It made him even more cuter.

"Quit staring at me like that," He bursted out, hiding his face with his hands. His cheeks were flushed in a bright pink.

"Like what?"

"Like... like that," He mumbles, fanning his face as he looks at me, his eyes going up and down at me. I would need more to know how I look at him. Did I stare too much and that made him uncomfortable? Or in a good way?

"From all the people that I've met, you're the prettiest," I revealed unexpectedly. Pressing my lips together, now it's my turn to look away from him to blush alone. "Just take it as a compliment, nothing more."

"Of course, thank you," He laughs. "But you really have to quit staring at people."

I turn back to check him, wondering why would he say that. He still has this tiny of pink resting on his cheeks. It almost like it was makeup. But I'm pretty sure he puts lip balm, cause ain't no way that his lips are like that without care.

"Two days, I've seen you. You stare at me like there's nothing else to look at. Don't do that with people, it's weird."

"Weird, you say?"

"Yes, it is," He affirms, staring at my eyes to make sure I got his point.

"Maybe because you're the only thing I want to look at, Hyung," I blurted out. His eyes fixated on me and his cheeks turns into a darker shade of pink. He gets up, taking a step to the left and to the right before going to the left to throw away the popsicle stick in the bin.

Ah shit. This isn't what I wanted! I'm not even gay, I shouldn't be making these kind of comments.

I take my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder and began walking behind him. It's almost 7, we spent three hours together and we barely know each other. It's surprising how the time goes.