The love story of Their Angel's Jin. If you plan on reading their Angel, don't read this first. It will ruin your full suspense
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In the bustling streets of Seoul, where wealth and privilege reign supreme, Kim Seokjin stands as the epitome of s...
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Jin's POV
I was so happy when I found out that Suzy was sitting near me. The thought of her and I sitting together daily made me smile. But why?
Why am I feeling like this when I am around her? Why was I blushing when the Makanes asked me about her?
She is attractive and beautiful, no doubt. But is my attraction towards her just lust?
I don't even know anything about her yet, so I can't really like her. If I do, it's basically lust only. No, Seokjin, you are not someone who lusts after someone else.
I sighed. My thoughts are confusing me, and so are my feelings. I stood up from my seat, "Ms. Wan, can I please go out for some time?" I requested.
I know she won't deny me... No one ever did, but still, I ask her. She is my teacher, after all.
I immediately left the classroom when Ms. Wan nodded and went to the rooftop. I sat there and looked up at the sky.
I was so lost in thought that I flinched when someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned back only to sigh in relief.
"Bogum, you startled me," I exclaimed, putting a hand on my heart.
He just let out a small laugh and then suddenly turned all serious.
"What are you doing up here? And why did you suddenly leave the classroom?" he questioned, his eyes filled with concern.
I sighed and again sat back where I was before. He also came and sat beside me. "What happened, Jin?" he asked gently.
"Nothing. Just felt like coming up to have some fresh air," I lied.
I am not sure about my feelings yet, so I don't know how to tell him this; that's why I lied.
He suddenly turned towards me and held me by my shoulders, making me look at him, "Stop lying!! It's not like you to come up just for some fresh air, and that too between class. Now stop all this nonsense and tell me the truth," he demanded, his voice firm but filled with worry.
I looked at him, feeling the genuine concern in his eyes. "It's about a gi...," I began, but before I could finish my sentence, I felt a smack on my head. I hissed in pain, but frowned when I heard Bogum hiss as well.
Who could have smacked both of us? I thought, looking back to see our friend, fuming in anger.
"Yeah, Nancy! What was that for?" Bogum asked, standing up and rubbing his head where he was smacked.
