b l a c k [discontinued pls read Trauma]

아홉

❝ your crying voice shakes me up again, because it pains my heart.❞
-back 2 u, nct127

정미 | 이

i glanced up at jungwoo before answering, "i'm sure. my parents gave it to me."

the tall boy standing in front of me raised his eyebrows before sighing.

"it's already 7.45. lets get going."

"w-what? i still need to find kun..."

"kun hyung? for what." jungwoo looks at me questioningly.

"he's my cousin. he's never told you guys?" i stared at jungwoo.

i've never realised he was so flawless, and the way he calls me princess is so cute.

jeez, jeongmi. snap out of it.

"no. he's never told us anything about that." jungwoo told me, shaking his head.

"jeez, that brat. i'm going to have to find him later." i clenched my fists. this little.

"then lets go. you," he points his finger at me, "are suppose to have a lesson with me right now."

i half-heartedly nod and just following him.

he was walking around the 2nd floor, so i just followed him. suddenly i felt a vibration on my hand.

i looked down and realised i was still holding my phone that i picked up when i bumped into jungwoo.

bitch imseo calling...

accept | decline

i rolled my eyes and immediately pressed decline.

then i checked the notification bar and realised that there were 2 missed calls by imseo, 7 missed calls by junseo and 1 missed call by jisung.

junseo calling...

accept | decline

jeez what's with these people seriously.

i pressed decline again, before feeling a strong arm pull me.

i looked up in shock, realising my face was only inches apart from jungwoo's.

i gulped as he stared at me.

"you almost bumped into the wall."

t-this flirt...

he let go of me and i looked anywhere else except for his face.

then i felt another vibration.

jisungie calling...

accept | decline

"jeez! what's with these people!" i accidentally exclaimed aloud.

jungwoo, who was already walking in front, stop suddenly and looked back.

"what?" he asked.

"nevermind." i mumbled.

he rolled his eyes and grabbed my phone from my not-so-tight grasp.