B L O S S O M || HAN JISUNG X READER

T W O 이

I blink. He's still there. Why? This must be a dream. That's what I speculated, at least before the coming of unintended eye contact. Then I knew that it was indeed, real. He was back. And he'd seen me. I couldn't hide or play the incoherent role, my eyes were already too wide to make that scene convincing. I tore away from his gaze and acknowledged a fact that exceeded the horror of the matter. The only free seat was 3 inches to my left. I must have been reflecting on this studiously because when I turned, that seat was no longer free.
An overwhelming wave of angst fell over me and almost drowned me with it's metaphorical waters. I chocked some but remained silent. As did he. We both complied to the exclusive response in this situation. We looked fixedly upon each other, and the expression each of us bore could only be described as melancholy. Our eyes pensive and reminiscent but largely unmoved.
-"Han Jisung."
-"Han Jisung?"
A synchronised 2 worded remark between me and the clueless teacher. The words were the same but the meaning was not. Her 2 words were informative, mine where questioning.
Tears willed themselves from my eyes and ran their bitter course across my skin, gentle and abrasive. I stood and walked steady and composed out the door. Once I heard the hinges shrill and the wood of the door meet the frame I lost the composure I had tried so hard to maintain and the tears pooled an ocean rather than a stream this time around. I began to walk lacking balance and direction as I did so, I reached the neighbouring corridor and halted my steps. Why? Well...
"Y/N! Please wait."
I remain unknowing as to why I listened. I had no time to contemplate walking away even after I wished I had proceeded because he now hindered my path. Jisung faced me relentlessly and I found myself observing the floor in protest to his advance.
"Don't you see me?"
I do. I see you. How can i not? I just don't understand why history is repeating.and why now? And so I returned..
"No. Sorry."
I stepped to the side but was scantly able to move an inch before he claimed my wrist and I spun, fast, and made contact with his shirt. Not once did he release my hand from his as he held it to his side and with his other pressed my cheek into his chest.
"Y/N, do you see me?"

(Jisung's p.o.v)
I inquired again. I had to. She saw me, I know she did. The tears soaking through my shirt only solidified the idea. Her hair was lacking no shine and was just as silky as I remember. Her musk was the same, a scent comparable to fresh linen and sea breeze, it wasn't quite overpowered so much as complimented by the smell of her perfume, la vie est belle, it was the same perfume as she had always used before.
I was pulled from my euphoria when I felt her hand seize a portion of my shirt. I felt my face turn flush and white at the same time, then she said..
"I see you. Jisung-ah."
And just like that, the time we missed was erased and it felt like just yesterday I was holding her as mine. And I knew, tomorrow I would do so once again.