His Comfort; Kth [ON HOLD]

CHAPTER 9

"The clouds remind me that everything changes when time comes."

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"Excuse me?"
A male voice could be heard from my side.

I breathed in, a puff of air, as he was someone which I didn't expected it to be. The same boy who was playing with Taehyung yesterday in the court.
He was around the same age as of Kim. He was quite muscular, and the hot pink color of his hair was just a cherry on top.

"Hey! Are you there?"
The male voice rang again, taking me by surprise just like the first time.

"Huh? Y-yeah."

"Mind if I sit here?"
He asked me, I couldn't formulate words because of so much rush in the classroom. I was not entirely sure about the situation happening with me. And him arriving, was just adding fuel in this.

"Uh, I apologizes, but here, my friend is already seated."
I stated, not to wait him more in this. Soon, he raised a skeptical brow.
To the best of my knowledge, he kind of seem uncertain with my answer.

"Then, where is she?"
He encountered me with the question.
Well, is he blind or something, can't he see another bag over here?
He stood there, with his arms crossed.

"Well, she is currently on the call."
My answer somewhat morphed his expression into confused.
He parted his lips, to say something, but a sudden other male's voice barged in his another speech.

We both diverted our gaze to that side. I got a pair of eyes, already gawking at me.
That person stepped closer.

Run, my sensible self warned, but something already glued my feet in place.

"What happened Jimin?"
He surely asked him, but his eyes ping-ponged between me and the other male.
Soon, I focused on his jaw instead of his intense eyes. It was strong and square, covered by a light layer of stubble that made him look even more like a Calvin Klein model than usual.
KIM TAEHYUNG, you are a death of me.

"She is not letting me to sit here, Tae. She is saying that-"
This pink haired guy clearly sounds annoyed.

"So what? You can have another seat too."
His voice.
The gentleness of his voice thrummed my heartstrings until it seemed to be beats only for him.

A sigh escaped from his mouth, making my curl inwards, as he shook his head.
"You are so stupid Jimin. Why do you need to fight with her?"

I admired his side-profile. He has an exclusive sculpture. My eyes traced the soft creases of his eyes, lined by pretty lashes. My heart thundered insid my rib cage. Flustered, I quickly moved my head from side to side, as he chuckled lightly.

"Now, go sit beside me. I got a seat there."

With a last disappointed look, the guy moved on and went to the exact same place where Kim suggested him.

I was still not gazing, and sharing our glances with each other. Or if I did, I would be surely embarrassed to show my flustered cheeks.

I could feel a pull of air, from my other side.

" I- 'm sorry, for this."
Not so long, he said and walked away, without any other single word. Even though it's so rush over here, yet there was so peace and calmness in his voice, enough to tilt my world off it's axis.

For the rest of the lecture, I couldn't focus on the lecture. My thoughts were occupied by him. His mole on his nose, his unique brown eyes, his apple cheek and his so delicate straight nose.

For the very first time, I get to see him this close. I loved this proximity.
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"Class, now I should take my leave."
The professor announced.

Soon, the shoes hustling all along in the classroom with people talking could be heard. And slowly by slowly, they take their leave from the class. And yet, there was no looking for Luna.

"Where is she?"
I made my gaze to scan her near the exit door. And in few seconds, she was there.

She made her way to my bench and took her seat. Eventually, she founds out me staring at her. Deadly.

"Where were you?"
First question already encountered her. I was so furious at her. How could she leave me, when I needed her the most by my side.

"I told you, I was there to pick up the call."
She responded with a very confidential enthusiasm. To let go down of my anger, but I was not into that. I knitted my brows together, in utter confusion.

"But you told me, you didn't had your personal phone."
I acknowledged her. She said the same thing yesterday. Now, then how did she get this phone.
She looked at everything but me. We didn't exchanged glances for next few seconds.
She parted her lips,

"Uh, my brother gave it to me,- to, check out it's,- uh malfunctions, yeah malfunctions."
She viewed very worried right now. Her face drenched with sweat, heavy breathing lifting her chest up and down in rhythm.

I shooked my head, and was all confused.
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"Zelda, you go. I have to be with my brother at the shop."
She emphasized to me. I widened my eyes, it felts like its about to rain heavily and she wants to take her departure, right now?
Maybe, what if it's urgent? I speculated the structure carefully, and nodded my head in agreement.

But somewhere, I felt like some sort of emptiness within my heart. Though, she speaks a lot, yet entertains me, that I low-key enjoy. Her flirting, silly talks, childish acts made me remember my past self. I see the reflection of me in her.

"Will you be able to go, in this weather?"
"Yeah, don't worry."

I saw her getting out of my vision. As I was standing, in the footpath, I observed her figure taking the other side of the road. With that, a heavy breath escaped from my mouth to release the frustration.

Briefly for a bit, it's accompanied by a strong wind, a torment, a gale, nearly horizontal. Dank and dreary, it's chilly and grey out. The weather was all so precipitated. The rhythm of the rain made me remind some of the memories, which never left me to tremble. It visualizes how each rain drop changes the perspective of one.

The rain poured down in torrents from the grey and gloomy sky. I quivered, all wet and cold. Not caring about myself I remained to stand there just like that. I put a call to my mind about those unbearable reminiscence. I was not sure, whether I was shuddering under the sky because of the cold sensation of air, or those bullies being the reason behind my sorrows.

However, the rain droplets falling over me, soon fades out their serenading. I could no more felt myself foreboding my skin with rain droplets. Infact, sensed something concaving me from above that doesn't let the mist touch me.

Turning aside, I breathed hard, suck a pack of air.

A man holding the umbrella, proximity left the chat.

His lips appeared reddish, his soaked leather black jacket hugging his body, making him look devilishly handsome. His wet hair strands, falling on his forehead, adding fuel in my wetness. I wondered, what I look like, soaked to the bone in my thin shirt and jeans, and clinging in my skin just like petals. And, not to forget, I wore a black bra, it's straps dug painfully into my shoulders.
And there, the man waiting impatiently me to say something from my wet lips, as he laid his eyes upon them, as mine on his.

Hia black umbrella served as a cave, a sanctuary in this storm. I saw my reflection in gaze, as it twinkled like stars.

"What are you doing here?"
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~hey y'all! Hope good. From now on, I will be using statements without bold font. Yeah, and the book of the name will be soon changed into 'COMFORT' and please do check out the description and author note.
~JIYA