super shy - 엄청 부끄러워 - p.jisung

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The Park boy silently and gently twisted the door knob, tip-toeing into the room. Once his whole body was in the room, he placed his other hand on the door. slowly but quietly closing the door with no sound possible

"I'm up Jisung," she smiled at the sight of the boy

"Oh!" he exclaimed, his heart jumped up

"Sorry for not telling you that," she said, leaning her back on the headboard. extending her hand to the edge of the bed, patting it. indicating for him to sit on the bed

"Did you eat anything?" she questioned as he gently sat on the bed, with his legs on the floor

"no not yet, I was going to wait for you," he answered, looking down at his fingers on his lap

"you could have called me unless you wanted to see me sleeping so beautifully," she charmed with a grin as he turned around

"Please learn not to be a narcissist," he groaned at the sight of her

"Whatever, come here," she tapped to the other side of the bed

"Why?" he asked

"Just come," she rolled her eyes, as he gently moved to the side, comfortably making himself

"Wait, I forgot something," he got off the bed in a hurry, running out of the room. her eyebrows furrowed, her tilt but her attention went to the notification to her phone. it was another call from her brother instead of leaving it go on till it went to voicemail, she picked it up

"Leave me alone Sungchan, I won't bother to block you," she stated, hanging up instantly without hearing a sound from the other line. which had surprised her, every time she missed a call from him and called him back he was ready to bleed her ears off

Last night she couldn't get an ounce of sleep for two hours due to the constant calls and messages from her brother and friends. it would be an understatement when Minhee realized Sungchan had given her phone number to Wonbin. He was the only person who had his message left by seen, unlike the others having their messages and calls left on delivered.

it started with first, "Minhee pick up the phone," and "I'm not joking we are all worried about you," to "C'mon it can't be about that guy you know I'm better he is just a downgrade of me," and "if it is about me moving im sorry Minhee," and a lot more

Suddenly, the door slammed wide open, startling. Ultimately, her phone juggled between her hands but ultimately fell on the floor.

Jisung slowly approached the device, picking it up with one hand as the other was occupied

"What's in your hand?" she questioned

"clothes," he answered, giving back her phone. neatly placing the clothes adjacent to her as he climbs back on the bed