honey | jisung park

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a/n Incase you didn't know "***" means there's a time skip :))

[you]

kyung-jee and i were seated next to each other in our school library. the light from outside shun down on our textbooks, some books overlapping the others due to lack of space. granted it was a large table, we had an even larger amount of homework. i kept my eyes focused on outside. rain hailed down furiously- my favorite. below me, umbrellas upon umbrellas, moving forwards and backwards and covering the body's of the people under them.

maybe.... maybe he's walking down there too. just maybe.

"y/n!" kyung-jee snapped me out of my trance, startling every other student in the crowded library.

"mm?" i hummed.
"you're thinking about starbucks boy again, aren't you?" she interrogated, annoyed with this new sudden distraction.
"you mean jisung?" i replied, innocently. kyung-jee nodded yes.  "well... maybe just a little bit.." i confessed.
"what are you thinkin' about." she raised a suggestive eyebrow.
"kyung-jee!" i nudged her playfully and we both laughed. "you're ridiculous, jee. but honestly, i was just thinking about how if i met him at a starbucks of all places, he could be anywhere. even below us, just hiding under an umbrella."
"right." kyung-jee started, "just like every other human on the planet." i sighed. "you're right. i'm just blowing things out of proportion." probably. probably blowing it out of proportion.
kyung-jee tapped my paper rapidly with her pen. "good, y/n! now get to work." i laughed with her, and even though she seemed to have a stern tone, i knew her long enough to know she was joking. i took in a deep breath, and honed in on my work, unencumbered by this boy.

***
kyung-jee had already left for home, as with everyone else that was in that library. except me of course. i sighed, and face planted into my books. the sun had already gone down, and at this point it was nearly 7:30.
i had a mental battle with myself for about five minutes until i finally talked myself into going home.

my heavy backpack was weighing down on me as if gravity had doubled, and as i pushed open my school doors, it only got worse. the rain was still pouring, and it might be my favorite weather, but in this particular instance, when i have to walk home, it's not exactly ideal. i closed the door again and sprinted up the never ending flight of stairs till i got to my locker. 
putting in my code and opening it swiftly, i saw exactly what i was hoping for- my umbrella.

well... my umbrella from when i was eight. carrying around a pink umbrella with cats, and rainbows, and bows, and unicorns in my senior year of high school wasn't my proudest moment.

suck it up y/n

now, with all my belongings in hand, i ran at full speed down the stairs and through the doors. they closed behind me, and i knew there was no going back now. you can only get back in with a key past 4:00 pm. i opened the small umbrella, and gingerly strolled across my school grounds. i checked my phone, and to my very unsettling surprise, it was already 8:00 pm.
oh no... what'll my parents think...

these thoughts certainly weren't helping the stress i had from school, and i simply broke out in a full on dash across my school grounds.

i only stopped sprinting when i spotted a bus stop. of course, all the buses were gone by now, but at least i could sit down. sluggishly, i dragged myself over to the seat, and plopped down, setting my bag beside me and resting my umbrella on the ground.

this was a mistake...

the street lights were dim, as most people were settling down for bed around 9:30 pm. it may've been the middle of spring, but this skirt wasn't getting any longer, and this weather wasn't getting any warmer. i put my feet up next to me, and draped my legs with my sweatshirt, pulling my backpack close to me hoping to get a little more warmth.