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chapter four: childish

I revelled in the feel of his hand against mine. I could feel the small calluses marring his otherwise smooth and small hand. I fell into a daze looking at his perfect face close up again.

A cough brought me back to attention, and when I snapped my head back up I could see the traces of a smirk on Jimin's face.

Somin slowly brought a hand to my forehead.

"Are you sure you're feeling well, Sana? Your face is red and your eyes are a bit glazed."

I laughed it off. "I'm fine, Somin-ah. Don't worry yourself too much."

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion but didn't push the subject. Around us, Jimin's friends and the other students had gone back to talking amongst themselves. But Jimin just stood there with that infuriatingly hot smirk on his face.

"You can let go of my hand now, Sana."

I started and slipped my hand out of his, blushing in embarrassment and twiddling my thumbs in order to avoid his piercing gaze.

"I guess we will see each other often then!" Somin said eagerly, in an attempt to break the tension between Jimin and I.

I nodded reluctantly and pulled Somin's arm in a not so subtle attempt to escape the awkward situation.

She got the hint and we walked away, heading back towards our bags lying forgotten beneath the shade of the giant oak tree.

The whole way back, I could feel his gaze on the back of my neck, a constant weight on my shoulders. I shuddered involuntarily, eager to be rid of the confusing feeling.

-

Over the next few days, my life consisted of classes, hanging out with Somin and complaining about those classes, and persistent flirting by the ever so charming Jimin. Even though I tried my best to ignore his obvious insinuations, Daniel's face at the back of my mind, it was hard to ignore the way he smirked or bit his lip when he looked at me.

It felt as if his gaze left a trail of fire down the length of my spine, and I was confused at the emotions running through my brain when I thought of him.

I didn't like him. It was purely animalistic attraction. I though he was desirable, and he thought of me in the same way. There were no feelings in our relationship. We were friends with an overwhelming urge to jump each other. In my mind, Daniel was in a completely different league than him.

If it was under different circumstances, I would have fell for his charms already. Unfortunately for him, I only liked loyal guys. I wasn't impressed by someone who was flirting with every other girl in our class at the same time. Ugh.

He came up to me as the last bell rang, and as I was putting my textbooks into my back pack.

"Hey, babe."

"Ugh, I told you not to call me that."

He ignored the comment, going on with his poor attempt to seduce me.

"Did you know that you can't Park Jimin if you don't ride him?" he said, trying to hold his laughter back.

I rolled my eyes and gagged at his excuse of a joke.

"I know another place where you could do that, sweetheart. For example, as you're choking on my-"

I slapped my hand over his mouth to drown out the rest of his sentence, looking around frantically to see if the teacher heard him. Some of our classmates were looking at us strangely, but the teacher had left the room. I breathed a small sigh of relief before turning on Jimin.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!"

His reply was muffled under the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

I sighed heavily and dragged him out of the class to meet Somin who was waiting for us boredly near the gates.

"Hey! Let me go, I can walk on my own!"

I rolled my eyes but let him go. He shot me a glare and straightened his rumpled button down shirt, unbuttoning the top few buttons.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you know what could have happened if Professor Minho heard? We could have been suspended!"

"Yah! It's not my fault you don't have a sense of humour! You didn't have to make such a big scene," he grumbled, gesturing vaguely towards the building we came from.

"Don't you dare blame this on me," I said threateningly.

"What if I do?"

We bickered back and forth and by time we reached Somin, my face was an unattractive shade of red, and smoke seemed ready to come out of Jimin's ears.

"Seriously, what do you guys do to piss each other off so much?" Somin asked, looking between both of our faces.

Jimin and I both opened our mouth to protest our innocence but closed it when we saw the look on Somin's face. She was not ready for another round of childish fighting and the look on her face clearly said so.

"Jimin," she said, pointing her finger in his face, "ever since classes started, you've spent more time checking out girls and annoying Sana than you have studying. You don't want me to tell Dad, do you?" she said, a smirk playing on her face. "Those helicopter rides and martinis at The Gastro could stop in a second."

"No, no, please don't, Somin, I'll do anything."

"Good. Sana, I think that these stupid arguments will stop, now that I've taken care of Jimin's situation."

I looked at her with a huge grin on my face, and she responded with an even bigger grin. Jimin looked at us with narrowed eyes, furrowing his eyebrows together in an attempt to understand us.

"Women," he muttered, walking past us and out onto the street.

A few minutes later, he came back, hanging his head dejectedly.

"I don't know the way back," he mumbled.

"What? I can't seem to hear you," Somin said, clearly enjoying his misery.

"I said, I don't know the way back!"

"We thought so. Come on, we'll walk you home."

"Why don't you guys just come back to my place?" I offered.

"If you don't mind," Somin asked hopefully.

"Not at all. Let's go."

Jimin muttered incoherently but didn't argue. He trailed behind us the entire time we walked home.

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