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You have been avoiding Jin. Why? Because even though you’re an adult, you feel embarrassed and hurt and don’t know how to deal with the pain. You can’t just bring yourself to suck it up and pretend that you’re fine. Worst of all, pretending does not work with Jin. He just knows.
Just like how he knows that your excuses of why you won’t be able to meet up with him, are just that; excuses.
Initially, he was fine with it, knowing it’s normal for anyone to want their space and time. But as days went by, his discomfort kept increasing. His urge to just wrap you in a hug and never let go kept intensifying. Most importantly, there was this urgent need to apologise for not knowing what to say to your confession.
The confession had indeed caught him off guard but even then, you deserved better than a jumble of words. He can only imagine how terrifying it must be for you, someone he knows to be an overthinker, to confess to him. He knows you must have analysed and played every scenario in your mind before letting the words slip out. He also knows that confessing must have been the last option for you.
Which is why his words before and after your confession, make him feel angry at himself. But then he didn’t know any better, did he?
However, now he does.
After a whole month of you ignoring him, dodging his calls and not responding to texts, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
Standing outside of your class, he patiently (impatiently) waits for the bell to ring, so that he can finally talk to you. When the bell does ring, he straightens and stands there watching as slowly people start to leave.
After a while, he spots you with a friend, chatting animatedly about something.
The sound of your name leaves his lips and your body freezes. You take a deep breath, before turning towards him and greeting him with a small smile.
By the look on your face, he just knows.
He knows that you want to greet him enthusiastically, want to go on a rant about your physics professor, want to be the casual and carefree version of you with him. But your eyes tell him, that you can’t bring yourself to be.
He returns your smile and you know that he’s aware of your emotional turmoil. You feel your heart ache at the thought of it.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” He asks in a timid voice that does not sound like his, at all.
