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"Jungkook, are you okay?" My Art Teacher spoke, looking at me with horrid eyes.

With a casual shrug, I answered, "Yes, I'm healthy as ever."

He gulped, decided not to say a word as he continued circling around the classroom, whispering happy thoughts and encouragement to every student he passes by.

"So, where are you taking me, IU-sunbae-?" that's immediately what I asked the moment I took a step outside and saw IU-sunbaenim leaning against a tree.

"Somewhere amazing. I'm sure you'll love it. But, first, get rid of the -sunbaenim in the end of my name, okay? You can just call me Jieun. I don't want to hang out with you using any formalities." she let out a boisterous smile as I nodded, stuttering as I tried what she was telling me to do.

"J-Ji-eun-"

"Perfect. Now," before she could continue what she was saying, her eyebrows furrowed at me. I had completely forgotten how exposed my scar was, making me hold on to it, despite the pain.

Her eyes widened. She removed my hand away and gently caressed the thin line across my chin. "Jungkook, w-what happened!? Did someone bully you or something, it's swelling! You didn't even bandage it up, it could be infected."

I looked away from her, not wanting to utter anything regarding what happened yesterday. But I decided to chuckle and gave her a small grin, "This is nothing, Jieun- um, I-I tripped over myself, plus someone ended up falling on my back, so-"

"So, it was my fault."

My eyes widened as I saw the same blonde girl I saw last night, carrying a first aid kit as she wore different clothes; a school uniform, to be exact.

"You!"

She quickly ran toward me, kneeling down and pulling me onto her as she readied a band aid and a disinfectant cream by her side. Gently, I watched her put light cream on her fore finger, about to touch my wound, but I avoided her hand.

"Yah, who gave you permission to treat me?"

She blew raspberries, trying to hold my face. "Hold still, will you? Don't worry, I know how to do this, silly."

"That's not the point, I don't even know you!"

"Oh," she softly chuckled under her breath, "You can just call me Lisa."

Just then, our little 'scene' was cut off once Jieun cleared her throat, holding me by the arm. I stood up, following her. "Jungkook doesn't even know you, miss. Who knows? You might even be an imposter-or one of his stalkers."

Lisa absentmindedly pointed at herself, mouth agape, "M-Me, a stalker? No, oh, goodness, no, no. Please don't misunderstand. I'm just here to help him-"

"Well, he doesn't want it."

She was a stranger; she fell down on top of me last night with no clue what she's being accused of here. I butt in, helping her stand up. "Listen," I whispered, "you best be off right now before someone calls the police and locks you up somewhere you don't know."

She gasped, "But I've done nothing wrong, haven't I?"

"Technically, a stranger mending a stranger could be misunderstood as some kind of assault by the witnesses. I suggest you start running now, I'll take care of this."

She quickly picked up the first aid kit and ran toward the opposite way, causing confusion in the crowd. Meanwhile, I walked back to Jieun, who was still in a state of shock from what happened. "Jieun, I-"

"No, Jungkook, it's fine. You don't have to worry. I'm sure she was just some kind of obsessed fan."

She grabbed ahold of her bag and smiled upon me. "Shall we?"

-

Jieun brought me to a place I never would've guessed in the first place; well, mildly. It was the history museum.

We left out bags by the counter and started our exploration, classifying each and every painting/sculptures we encounter. Jieun looked like she was looking for something. Something specific. I knew she found it when she quickly grabbed my sleeve and showed me the picture of a painting entitled, the god of opportunity.

"Jungkook, I want you to learn something."

She looked up at me, then pointed at the painting, pointing at the part where the figure had hair up front, its back being bald. "I read it in a book; the god of opportunity has its long hair in front, it means it can be easily grabbed. But once you turn it down-"

"it will be harder to look for another again. That's why we take chances." I smiled at her as she did it back.

"Good. Always remember the god of opportunity and he will surely be generous."

-

Jieun and I soon arrived at a bus stop. Holding on to her bag and painting bought near the museum, she sighs, flipping her hair. "Well, I had fun. Did you?" she stared at me, as if she were waiting for me to say something I have never said in front of her before.

"I had a great time, too. Thanks." was all what my courage managed to say. I couldn't look her in the eyes, but she was still looking at me despite of it.

She sighs, standing on her tip toes, she ruffled her hair up and scrunched her nose. "Aigoo. I never knew you were such a kid, Jeon. But you'll warm up to me any time soon, anyway."

The bus had arrived, opening its doors, some passengers were walking off it, and Jieun was making her way up the stairs having to carry all of her stuff. I grabbed the canvass to which she was caught by surprise by my sudden action. But as she climbed up, I placed the canvass beside her, then simply nodded. Off the bus, I stood there as she stared at me with a lifted brow and her warm smile.

"Jungkook."

"IU-sunbae-"

It was my turn to be caught by surprise; she jumped off from the stairs and planted a kiss on my cheek. She bit her lower lip, waving her little fingers at me. "Jeon, I really had fun. Good night."

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dedicating this chapter to my mom; for encouraging me to write more, saying my writing has improved (esp. on having a pov of a guy)

btw, any thoughts on the new cover? :)

xoxo

posted : 05 - 10 - 17