I Let Myself Hope

2 ● Jisoo ● 5.09.2009

September 5th, 2009

Jisoo, Boston

Going to college was something I've been looking forward to ever since Yohan moved to Boston. I was actually sick of living in New York already, mostly because I didn't really like people from my high school and I was basically alone. When it came to things at home - ever since Yohan went to college, I've been bored all the time, because our parents were working all the time.

I was happy to finally move out of the house and explore some other places, and most of all, I just couldn't wait to go to college to study. Sometimes when Yohan came by the house, he told us stories about his classes and everything he did in med school, and I was eager to skip grad school just to go to med school as soon as possible, because I was curious as hell.

Today was moving day, and I decided a long time ago that I wanted to have a full college experience, so I was supposed to move in to the dorms. Yohan convinced me to have my own place, he even offered for me to move in with him, saying that I won't have the peace and quiet I want in the dorms, but I refused. After all, I didn't just come here to study, I wanted to meet some people as well.

Obviously everyone was busy today, so it was up to me to manage with all the stuff I brought with me to Boston, so I drove almost straight to the front door of the dorms. Yet when I opened my trunk, things simply started falling out of it, and I was observing it, sighing heavily, voicing my frustration.

"No need to scream at poor books, love," I heard someone's voice from behind me and turned around to see a guy standing a few feet away. He was ridiculously tall and pale, like he never went out in the sun. It looked a bit funny, but he was actually pretty handsome, even though he looked almost like freaking Snow White.

He came a little closer to me and started picking up the books and then putting them in a box they fell out of. I looked up at him to take a closer look at his face and noticed that he had really light blue eyes, that I didn't see from far away. His hair was jet black and he was dressed a little too smart for a college student, with black slacks and a grey sweater, with a crisp white shirt peaking out of the sweater.

After he picked up all the books, he stood up and handed me the box. "Here," he spoke. "I'm Malcolm by the way. Malcolm Reed," he introduced himself, and just now, I noticed that he had an accent. He must have been from England.

"Jisoo," I said, nodding at him slowly, then realized that I should probably tell him my last name as well, since he introduced himself fully. "Lee. Jisoo Lee," I added, though it felt weird to put it like that.

"Wait, you're Lee Jisoo?" The guy's eyes widened suddenly. I frowned at him a little surprised that he apparently knew me from somewhere, and that he put my last name first. "Well, you're obviously Korean," he shrugged. "I know you guys use your last names first."

Oh. A smart one. Interesting. "That's... oddly nice," I said, smiling at him lightly. "But wait, do you know me or something?" I asked, frowning deeply.

"Aren't you that neurosurgeon's daughter? Lee Minseok?" He asked, like it was nothing, like it was common knowledge. "I went to grad school with your brother," he added.

So that's how he knows. "You're friends with my brother?" I asked curiously, because I've never heard Yohan talk about any friends from college. He didn't have the time or the patience to make friends.

"Well, I know him, I don't think he knows me, to be honest," Malcolm said, chuckling a little.

"That's creepy," I commented.

"He's just not really into talking to people," Malcolm shrugged. "To be fair, neither am I," he added looking away. "Normally, I'm not this forward. I don't like talking to people, but, uh- W-would you like to go out with me?" He asked, averting his gaze again.

My jaw literally dropped when I heard that. I came to Boston like ten minutes ago, and the first thing I meet this weird guy, who apparently knows me and wants to go out with me? That's fucking creepy. But what was I supposed to do? Either accept or crash his dreams. Oh well.

"Look, dude, I'm not here to date, I'm here to become a doctor. And you ambush me my first day, and tell me that you know me and- It's weird. Why do you even want to go out with me? You don't even know anything about me," I spoke, frowning at him, because I honestly didn't understand what was his reason to ask me out all of a sudden.

"Well, I'd like to get to know you," he said. "Why?" I asked, not really getting why he wanted to become friends so bad. "Would it be too forward of me if I said that I was charmed by your beauty?" He asked, smiling at me widely, but shyly. Well shit, I think that kind of made me blush. "Besides, I find you interesting," he added.

"Why?" I snorted. "Because I'm Yohan's sister? Minseok's daughter? I must be as smart as them then, right? That's what this is about? You know I come from a family of doctors, and what, you want to get into the family or something? Is that why you find me so interesting?" I asked, a little pissed off now. Because since he was studying with Yohan, then he was probably in med school with him as well, and that was a little suspicious.

"You're your own person, Jisoo," he spoke, frowning at me. "I would have come help you with those books even if you weren't Yohan's sister. I would have told you I find you beautiful even if you weren't Minseok's daughter. As I said, I'm genuinely charmed by you, and I think you're intriguing," he added. "And no, I'm not trying to ask you out because of your family, because I want you to get me a job. If I was interested in nepotism, I would have asked my mom about it, since she owns a hospital in Boston," he said then, giving me a knowing look.

Oh. Maybe I shouldn't have been this irritated, but I just couldn't help it. "Still, I'm not interested," I decided to say. "Well, don't get me wrong. I'd say I am interested in you, but I'm not interested in dating. I don't have the time for something like that, or the patience," I explained.

It's honestly not that I wasn't interested in him. I was. He seemed smart and interesting and he was really good looking. It would be a shame to turn him down. But seriously, I didn't want to date anybody, just when I got to college. I was here to focus on my studies.

He looked at me with curiosity, and then came closer. "Give me your phone," he said. I frowned at him a little disoriented, but nonetheless, I handed him my phone. He quickly typed something and then gave it back. "Give me a call if you're ever interested in something other than dating then," he explained, and winked at me. Fucking winked. Uh, the audacity.

So did he seriously offer sex instead of dating? Because that's how I understood that. He sure as hell didn't offer any academic help, so, sex it is. And did I want to agree to that? Well, why not?