Loving Lylah

Chapter 12

Lylah

I turned around to see him jogging towards my direction in the now, almost empty hallway.

Seeing him made me smile unconsciously. Boy, am I in big trouble. I could see that he'd changed out of his flour covered clothes and probably took a shower again. If he was coming into school this late, that meant he was planning something big for me. Or just something pure evil.

He stopped a few meters away from me. His hair was messy and he was wearing a red sweater and black skinny jeans. Even in those plain clothes, he looked absolutely mouthwatering. His dark eyes took in my form, looking me up and down. Maybe it was the lighting of the place or my own imagination but his eyes went darker than usual when he did that.

Come on Lylah, don't kid yourself. Like he would be attracted to you. My subconscious scoffed.

This was so unfair. I was always attracted to guys that either fell in the "unattainable" category or "complete asshole" category. Jimin fell into the unattainable category. Stupid, stupid Lylah.

I looked up at his face only to notice his hair. Parts of his hair were tinted blue. Just barely noticeable. I had put a blue dye in his conditioner, that would take a few hours to completely dye. So in a few hours our own Jimin would be sporting blue hair. I couldn't help but snicker at the mental image of him, furious and blue.

"Lylah Moseratti. Do you have any idea what torture you've put me through this morning? I woke up, fine and dandy, ready to start another pointless day in my life. Then I brush my teeth with MUSTARD? Mustard? Really? Couldn't you have gone for something like chocolate syrup? Something that wouldn't ward off any living creature within a 15 foot radius, with its smell?" He raved on. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed, he probably would've looked scary to someone else, I simply thought he was adorable. Such a cutie. "And then you made me put fucking cream cheese in my armpits? That felt fucking disgusting...-" He kept talking with his arms flailing, showing me just how annoyed he was but all I could think of was how fucking cute he looked. The way his mouth moved with the words he was speaking... Bad Lylah. Very bad. And the way he ran his fingers through his hair was just so darn shjsjhsj. My brain probably melted to a puddle at this sight.

I softly sighed out, not listening to him at all. He had moved closer through his ranting, now there was just a few inches between us. I just had to tilt my head up and I could... NO LYLAH STOP. Gah! What was I even thinking!

The scent of his cologne wrapped round me like a blanket and it took all I had not to inhale deeply like some freak.

"Are you even listening to me?!" His fingers snapped in front of my eyes. "Huh?" I shook out of the daze I was in. "Yeah of course. I just.." I trailed off as I looked up at his face, realizing just how close we were. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck and I prayed to god he didn't notice.

Clearing my throat, I looked away to the side and spoke. "You were the one who started it. Besides, who doesn't love mustard breath?" I bit my lip to keep in my laughter and looked up at him at the last part.

This time, he was the one staring. He looked zoned out, staring at my lips, eyes unfocused. "Hey!" I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He snapped his eyes to my fingers and back to my eyes before he spoke. "Mwo? Oh right. Umm. I was saying um." He cleared his throat. "I'll get you back for this.." it came out weakly, as his eyes trailed down to my lips again.

Why was he staring? Oh my god! Did he want to..? Please Jimin stop staring and make a move! I silently begged as my own eyes flickered between his eyes and lips.

His hand moved to touch my face, just as his fingers had barely grazed my cheeks, he moved back.

Damn you Park Jimin.