sunshine ☆彡 seokmin

five

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         I fell asleep in his jacket. If you ask me, it's the most comforting thing in the world, but it was only temporary. Everything is temporary. Love is only temporary.

The next day at school was boring, as usual. I wore his jacket to school and fortunately for me, no one bothered me. Was it the jacket? Or was it the fact that the kid, who's been tormenting me for six years, isn't here? I don't know, but I guess it's a decent day.

My outfit is much more comfortable because I have my loose jeans and a big t-shirt that has the Walt Disney 1990's logo. My shoes are converse (high).

Pre-calculus and physics decide to go easy on me today since we're just practicing for the quizzes next Monday. It's Friday, and I'm not sure whether to cry or laugh.

I didn't know that the bright-smile dude had lunch when I did but that doesn't mean I'm going back there. I skip going to the library and decide to walk around the campus, since there's literally no one around.

I zip up his wonderfully scented jacket up to my breasts but it gets stuck so I just leave it. My pace slows down so I don't have to keep walking around in circles, or something.

It's quiet but when I have to go back, it's loud again. I don't how to feel about it.

Literature is cool since we're reading our essays aloud but I don't have to go since I spoke with the teacher about it. She understood and I gave her a gift basket.

Some of the essays were pretty...odd and some were alright. Most don't really speak to me since the only thing they're talking about is useless things.

There's one kid that makes his essay about music and I like it because he's in band. He plays at least most of the instruments in the band room.

School flies by and I'm back in the lobby, waiting for my aunt to pick me up. She has to pick me up since I'm not with my mom or dad. 

They're not dead or anything. It's just that I, apparently, wasn't safe enough to stay with them. The last time I spoke with any of them was 2 years ago. I remember that I had asked for some mango's and that was the last thing I ever said to them. It makes me laugh.

That's what my aunt said. I don't know if I believe her.

I want to listen to BTS. It seems to be the only comfort in this world, other than...

"MAAAAAAAAX!" I hear my name being screamed, and somehow convince myself that it's not me. There's two other Max's in our school, and they're obviously more significant than me.

But it's the bright-smile boy. I feel his lean arms embrace me in a giant hug, rubbing his face into the crook of my neck. Do I smell bad? Why is he hugging me? Are we friends?

As he pulls away, the bright-smile boy takes my face into hands. Is my face gross? I wonder how bad I look to him. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, my cheeks heating up.

"Hello, Maxima." Jesus Christ, the way he says my name is illegal. It's illegal. I don't even like my name, but the way he says it just makes me want to listen to it.

My mouth twitches with a slight smile but my tongue gets in between my teeth. I look like an idiot. "H-hi." I finally say to him, mustering perhaps 8 millenias from heroes of courage. The boy smiles even brighter and his thumb strokes my chin. His hands are so warm and soft. What kind of lotion does this guy use?

"How are you?" He asks and rubs my hands with his. I don't know what to say, like I always do, so I just manage a little laugh that's obviously fake but he jumps up. "I want you to laugh more, Max!"

His voice is so melodious, even if he's only screeching at the top of his lungs. I wonder if he can sing. He has to be able to sing because his voice is so beautiful. I think that was the second thing I fell in love with...

Hold on, I am not in love with this dude. I mean, I don't even freaking know his name.

The boy tilts his head to the side really cutely but you can see how much he isn't even trying so it's just natural. He bats his eyelashes at me and runs his tongue over his lips, a total of freaking four times. This boy needs some Carmex, or Vicks... (Haha, maybe some VIXX, too.)

"Are you busy tonight?" He asks softly and crouches down more so that we can be on the same level. 

I bite my bottom lip and my eyes dart away a little bit, but his sweet scent is so strong. Why does this kid smell like chocolate? 

I suddenly meet his eyes and I quickly take off his glorious jacket but he stops me. He's even closer to me. "You can wear it, it's okay," His breath doesn't even smell bad. Good Lord. He has to be the first perfect human being on Earth. Well, next to BTS' Jin, and many others I don't really want to list.

He looks down and smiles (visibly) nervously, pulling gently on my sleeves and lowkey trying to tie them up. "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out." The boy looks back into my eyes before giggling quietly. I swallow hard and nearly choke on my spit.

Is this real life?

"Can I ask my aunt first?" MY voice seems to have a mind of its own as I basically tell him 'yes'.  I'm sweating so much and I feel like I smell disgusting as heck. This boy must be praying for me to say 'no'.

He gives me that beautiful smile of his and bows his head twice. "Yeah, do whatever you need to do. As long as we can hang out, sunshine." I slightly smile at him and he stands up straight before taking a seat right next to me. He's so tall, Jesus...

I take out my phone and try to hide my BTS lockscreen, which is really pretty because it's like a collage from the In The Mood For Love Pt. 1 photoshoot, but anyway, I fail. The boy notices it and squeals in my ear, slightly leaning on my shoulder. 

"You love Bangtan Boys?! You are more amazing now!" The boy wraps his lean and long arms around my short and squishy one. I purse my lips but realize that they barely form a smile. And for some reason, I hope my aunt says, 'yes'.