Mr. Pride and I | jjk x llm

13

-Lisa-

Outside, the rain poured harder, making me question the weather reporter last night that said it would only drizzle. But, I didn't complain, though. Rainy days were always my favorite.

Hearing the raindrops tap on the roof of my house-or wherever, was always a sound that I enjoyed listening to ever since I was young. I also love the cold wind it brings with it because I get to wear my hoodies, large ones. But unfortunately, I wasn't able to bring one today, not even a jacket.

Thanks a lot, weather guy.

Ms. Im stood still on the platform, her right hand scribbling the words she's following from the book that she held on her left.

I looked around, the students were copying them down. I was, too, but I felt pissed. My handwriting looked awful today. It looked fine yesterday, but now, it wasn't good, making me lose my interest in writing the notes from board, but I don't have a choice now, do I?

No.

I looked down and continued writing, putting my annoyance aside. From beside me, I heard someone crack their knuckles, so, I cracked mine as well. It felt like restarting your hands for an even more harder challenge, if you get what I mean.

Not long after, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I look to my side.

"May I borrow a pen, La Li Sa?" Jungkook said, pronouncing my name as if it were three different words and opening his notebook, surprising me of its blank pages.

"You didn't copy?" I questioned, ignoring his question.

"Isn't it obvious? But besides, I don't need to."

"Oh, why is that?" I raised a brow.

"I know that already," he said, looking like he isn't serious, but sounded like he was. This boy.

"Oh, really? Then, why copy it?" Facing him, an amused smile appeared on my lips.

When was I this confident to face such a good looking guy? But most importantly, how can I be this comfortable when speaking with him?

I don't know.

"I'm bored," Was his only response, making me scoff.

I clearly wasn't gonna let him take one of my pens. There are a lot of reasons why not.

I never liked sharing my pens with others, mainly because they either finish it, lose it, or never return it. Either of the three, I hated it. And being the person who writes a lot that I am, I get annoyed because I wouldn't be able to write more. But, because of the situation I'm in, it sounded ironic because I just stated how I lost interest in writing because of my handwriting.

And yes, I can just go to a store to go get another one, but that's too time consuming and too much energy is being used up for those kind of errands. That is why, I buy the things I know I needed altogether.

"Don't you have your own?" I asked.

"I was in a hurry, so I left it on my desk."

I kept quiet, pretending to think if I would let him borrow one of my pens or not, knowing I had already made my decision the first second he asked to borrow my pen.

He sighed harshly, rolling his eyes, "Please, let me borrow your pen."

He clasped his hands together, interlacing his fingers and smiled softly-no, more like, pushed a smile. Even so, he still looked cute.