𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦 ✓

Eighteen: Trip (V)

The tranquil surroundings failed to dispel the unsettling sense you harbored towards Mr. Kim. Why was your heart beating fast whenever his face appeared in your thoughts? You weren't sure. His presence triggered a mysterious acceleration of your heart, leaving you in uncertain contemplation.

Frustrated with your own emotions, you disrupted a stone to the calm pond's surface and buried your face, embracing your legs, grappling with the internal turmoil. "What's wrong me?" You groaned softly.

From the day you encountered him at university, a peculiar attraction clouded your thoughts. The intensity of this inexplicable connection was on a relentless rise, leaving you perplexed.

Rising from your spot, you gazed at the bright moon in the sky, closing your eyes in a sigh. "I should be devoted to my studies, yet my mind is clouded by something I can't comprehend," you mumbled to the moon, seeking solace in its silent company.

"Talking to the moon?" A familiar voice shattered the stillness, breaking the silence, and you were startled to find Jin standing beside you.

Curious, you turned towards Jin, questioning, "What brings you here, Jin?"

"I'm here to keep you company," he replied with a chuckle. "And yes, I talk to the moon too."

Amused, you giggled, and Jin inquired, "Do you come here often?" You hummed in affirmation. He pressed further, "So, what's occupying your thoughts so deeply?"

"Just things," you mumbled, stealing a glance at him. You asked, "What about you? Why did you come here?"

"Because of the same thing," he muttered cryptically.

"So, you're also lost in thoughts?" you inquired, and he nodded. "What's on your mind?" you pressed, but he averted his gaze, fixating on the moon.

"About... a lot of things," he vaguely replied.

"A girl, perhaps?" You joked. His silence spoke volumes, confirming your suspicion. Shocked, you stared at him, realizing he might have finally fallen in love. "Planning to confess?" You asked, and he abruptly turned towards you.

"No! No, I won't!" He panicked.

You questioned, perplexed, "Why? Don't you like her?" trying to understand his peculiar behavior.

"Of course, I do!" he defended, his cheeks flushing.

"Then, what's the problem?" you asked.

"There are many problems," he sighed.

"Like?" you urged him to share.

"She might not feel the same way. I might ruin our friendship. What if she doesn't accept my confession?" he listed, and you couldn't help but giggle at his worries.

"That's what you think," you said, and he tilted his head. "She likes you," you asserted.

"How do you know?"

"Girls have a sixth sense. Trust me, she feels the same," you reassured.

"I don't know."

"Why not?"

"It's not that simple," he said, and you shook your head.

"C'mon, she's waiting for your confession."

"Y/n, I can't tell her how I feel about her. At least not now," he sighed, and you pouted.

"Okay then, when will you do it?"

"Not sure, I will let her know someday," he said, and you just shrugged.

"If you say so. I wish you all the best," you said, patting his shoulder.