Sope One Shots

Daydream

(I know it's been forever I'm sorry! I literally started this chapter in November oml, Christmas is such a busy time and I'm afraid I'm just going to get busier next term... I just found out recently that I'll be studying in Korea next September!! I'm so excited!! But that means I have to really keep my grades high next term and also make a lot more progress in my Korean - I'm still going to try and update, it won't be very regular but I've loved writing these so I don't think I'll ever stop! Love you guys and THANK YOU FOR 2K READS!!!)

How is he able to do that? Sit and listen and do absolutely nothing and yet look so intensely beautiful I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest? It's a grey day outside, water droplets hugging the window panes, and yet on him the light looks silver and dances like starlight. I wonder what he's thinking about right now. Probably the lesson. Oh shit, I should really be focussing on this lesson.

"...Which may explain the word choice here. Now, for homework, I want you all to think more about the context in which Wilde wrote, and give 3 examples from the text where Wilde has used literary techniques clearly meticulously designed to satirize the time in which it was written. And for those of you thinking: the only people who bother to care about an author's intentions are English teachers; the author himself was just writing, just remember that Oscar Wilde was once very late for dinner as he was deciding whether or not to remove a comma from his work, and when questioned on how long that could possibly take him, told his friends the rest of his tardiness bore on the time taken to decide whether or not to put the comma back in. And if that does not convince you, rest assured that the person reading your paper will certainly care about the author's intent."

The bell chimes, and I scramble my things together. Last class of the day. My favourite part of the day. Walking home with him.

I skip up behind him and rest my head on his shoulder. "Hey Yoongi."

He kisses my hair. "Hello, sunshine. Give me two seconds, I need to talk to Ms. Oberlin."

"Okay, I'll be outside." God he looks sexy in glasses.

I step out into the hallway. I lean against the wall and open up kindle on my phone. I'm reading a mystery novel, but the words don't seem to stay in the same place on the page. I blink, trying to keep them from swimming about. Occasionally they stay together long enough for me to read my name. I really didn't get a lot of sleep last night, huh.

"...so I went to the store and got us some new ones because looking at that stack of books made me want to kill myself..." that's Yoongi's voice. I turn to look through the doorway. He's stood silently nodding as Ms. Oberlin answers his question. Weird. Very weird.

I shake my head and try to focus on the world around me. It's been a weird day. I must be tireder than I thought.

Eventually Yoongi comes out. "Sorry to have kept you waiting, my sunshine. How are you doing today?" He asks, putting an arm round my shoulders as we start walking home.

"Not too bad." I grin like a loon. No matter how natural it is to feel the pressure of his arm round my shoulders, I can't stop myself from smiling at the rush of emotions his contact brings. "How was yours?" I say, after slightly too long a pause. This boy really leaves me breathless.

"Oh you know, my mum's driving me just slightly mental. And of course she's busying herself being worried about you."

I look over to him. He's smiling, blond hair poking out from under a beanie, dark jacket making him look rugged and sexy. He looks like an ad for The Great Outdoors.

"About me? Why?" He doesn't answer me. Just looks around at the world like he's just seeing it for the first time.

We walk the rest of the way back to his in comfortable silence as I try to understand what he meant. We get to my house and he pauses, leaning on the gate like always.