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Chapter 18

MINJEONG

It's been a few days now, and I've been going back to school again. 

Another thing that I've been doing, but not open about, is avoiding Jimin.

For some reason, my mind can't seem to wrap itself around the idea that someone has strong feelings for me. To be honest, it scares me.

I can tell she noticed, because she's also stopped trying to get me out to speak to her.

Now, I sometimes have awkward encounters with her, like accidentally making eye contact and then both of us panicking.

Or walking into a room where the other is, then not being able to start a conversation and running out.

I don't want to add more to the list.

Today, I'm not in school. It's the weekend, but I have a Geometry exam on Wednesday, so I look myself in my room and sit around a bunch of textbooks for the rest of the night. 

I then head downstairs after an hour for a snack. Jimin and Yuna are in the living room, so I quietly go in the kitchen.

I dig through a small cabinet for a bag of chips and then hear Jimin asking what Yuna wants to drink. I freeze.

I then hear her walk into he kitchen, I keep my back turned, pretending to do something.

I hear the fridge open and close, then all the movements stop.

I wait, and then when there is still no noise, I sigh and turn around, only to bump into her.

She's not smiling. Her face expressionless.

"Sorry," I mumble, and step to the side to walk away but she holds the sides of my arms. 

I expect her to say something. Anything. But she opens her mouth before closing it again, her hands still on my shoulders.

She gives up, and slowly lets go of my arms, dragging her hands so they stay against my skin for a little longer. 

She sighs, like she's been defeated, and moves aside to let me go. I look up at her, confused, yet understanding.

There is so much she wants to say, but she can't seem to let it all out — to put it out in words, to say it exactly the way she's thinking.

Like the coward I am, I leave the kitchen, walking back upstairs and into my room. It feels like I could cry out of frustration.

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"That was so hard." I could hear the girl in front of me whisper after the e teacher had gathered all of the exam papers.

"Half of the questions were impossible and we didn't even go over that," her friend gossips back.

I exhale, knowing that I probably didn't do well either, since I haven't been able to focus.

All I can think about is Jimin.

The way it felt to have her lips on mine, her face near mine, and her hands holding me close.

 That haunting looking she gave me that night in the kitchen.

"I will have these marked and returned by this Friday. Please start going over the next unit in your textbooks till then. See you tomorrow." The teacher holds the pile of papers to her chest and waits until everyone leaves the classroom.

When I'm out of class, Yizhuo is there, her expression clearly defeated. 

"So, how was the Chem exam?" I ask her and she shushes me.