l e g a t o // jinsoo

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"Ouch," I winced as Jisoo cautiously applied the ointment on my bruised lip. She smacked my head lightly, giving me a glare. But, despite the furious eyes, I could hear an ounce of concern laced in her soft voice.

"You idiot! Why would you start a fight? You are just digging yourself into a bigger hole," Jisoo chided, mumbling on and on about my recklessness. My eyebrows furrowed at her.

"Why does it matter? We are gonna die anyway," I commented and all the anger that was evident on her face was washed away completely. She held my hand softly, putting a bandage on my bloody knuckles. "Tomorrow you will be torn to pieces. Don't you want to die peacefully? Being defiant is only going to leave you with terrible memories." She said, her voice merely a whisper.

I stayed silent, not knowing how to respond to that.

I wanted to say, I want to make good memories. With you.

"How about you, Jisoo? Why don't you care about yourself? You are in the same spot as me, yet you don't care how you'll end up."

She laughed bitterly and looked at me with a nostalgic glint in her eye. "My reputation's basically gone. I spent 3 years trying to fit in and look where it got me. I always knew I was gonna die with these memories haunting me. I have no one I can trust, so I can't cover it up with some sugar coating," She said, her words slightly stinging me.

"You don't trust me?" I asked and she just stared at me. The silence was suffocating and her eyes pierced through my gaze. I took the silence as an answer and just sighed, shaking my head.

Of course,  she doesn't trust me. In her eyes, I'm still a rapist luring in its next victim.

"I don't trust people easily. So I don't trust you. Yet," She replied, looking away as a pink tint filled her cheeks. I smiled cheekily, a glimmer of hope lending its hand towards me.

We sat there in a comfortable silence until Jisoo spoke out with a puzzled look.

"What do people do when the world is about to end?" Jisoo asked suddenly, her cute nose scrunched up and she looked at me for an answer.

"I don't know. Don't people do what makes them happy? So they can die satisfied and not regret their life, I guess."

She had a problematic look on her face and she didn't respond when I continuously waved my hand in front of her face. "Yah! What are you thinking of? My handsome face?" I boasted and she rolled her eyes playfully. 

"No, of course not. I was just thinking about how I always wanted to have a dog," She said out of nowhere and I laughed at her.

"Why are you laughing? It's a real desire!" She said, smacking my shoulder for the nth time.

"You really are random. Do you even have money to buy a dog?" I asked and she nodded triumphantly, a playful smirk on her face. 

"Yes, I do, in fact. I will get one tomorrow and you are coming with me," She commanded, pulling on my sleeve.

"Okay then, whatever you say," I agreed and she gave me a toothy smile that made my heart palpitate a little.

We hid in the nurse's office the entire day, laughing at each other's antics. I began noticing the little things, like how her nose scrunched up whenever she was confused or puzzled. She had a habit of smirking and biting her nails whenever something unusual happens.

What seemed even clearer was how beautiful she was, something I didn't even notice before. Her laugh and smile were so contagious, that I couldn't help but develop a small crush. I naturally tried to deny it at first, but I couldn't stop thinking about her even after we parted ways.

She seemed so cold and hard like rock, but once I got to know her- she was as delicate as glass and bright like the sun. Her treatment towards me was something new and ethereal, that she seemed so different from everybody else.

But, a growing regret grew inside me. 

I felt dejected that I had met her just when our lives were about to disappear from existence.