Flowerfield ~ Han Jisung

chapter 16 =#

We've been aimlessly walking for the past ten minutes, chatting leisurely. I know that I should probably go home because it's getting dark and the temperature is rapidly dropping, not to mention that we have school tomorrow, but with Jisung by my side, I don't want this night to end.

"So how did you like your birthday?"

"I loved it." I answer truthfully, "Thanks so much Jisung."

"It's nothing. How does it feel being an adult?"

I laugh. "It feels...kind of freaky. It's not like anything happened yet, but it does kind of feel different. I feel old."

"Don't worry, you'll never be old like Chan hyung." Jisung jokes, "what are you most excited about?"

"I finally get to drink!" I cheer, causing Jisung to chuckle.

"I honestly wasn't expecting you of all people to be an aspiring alcoholic."

I shrug, laughing along with him. "I know it's bad for you but getting drunk and doing stupid things sounds strangely endearing to me."

Jisung nods. "Same."

A sudden gust of wind blows our way, and I shiver. It was warm today so I dressed in a T-shirt and a skirt. Had I known I was going to be walking in the chilly night, I would've brought a jacket with me.

"Are you cold?" Jisung inquires.

"A bit, but it's fine."

I continue walking, battling against the harsh wind blowing my way, when I suddenly realize Jisung is no longer following me. I turn around, only to see the boy taking off his hoodie. As he pulls the oversized article off himself, the white shirt underneath scantily rides up his body, revealing a sliver of his tiny, toned waist. Heat courses through my body at the sight, chasing a bit of the coldness away.

"Here," Jisung says, holding his hoodie in front of my face. I take his offering, staring at the black sweater he just took off.

"Are you sure? What about you?"

"I'm fine, my shirt is thick material." He reassures, "Wanna know what it's made of? One hundred percent boyfriend material."

I almost slap him, but my hands are occupied with holding the sweatshirt. So I quickly pull it over my own head and wear it.

The hoodie is solid black, and very large. I recognize it as the same one Jisung wore when we went to the Flowerfield, and it looked so comfy then just like it feels now. It's oversized on Jisung, but on my short figure it's big enough to cover the hem of my skirt. It's incredibly comfortable, soft and warm on the inside, efficiently warming up my cold skin.

And it smells like him.

If anything, this is made of 100% boyfriend material.

"Thanks, Sung." I say, "you didn't have to."

"Of course I did, you look so pretty with my hoodie on."

My face burns at the statement, and for once, I believe his flirtatious words. His hoodie does make me feel pretty. Returning it later is going to be extremely difficult.