Jensoo ver. My Football Player (Completed)

Chapter 17

We were actually on a date. My gosh, I couldn’t believe it; I was dating my childhood friend, the football star and the suspected Mr. Football Player.

“He’s the football dude ayt? Eh, who’s the girl?” I felt frozen.

“You’re pale eh?”  I stared at my partner who wore a simple polo and pants yet he looked very Hott. Gosh. Just look at me, a no one dating the football hottie.

“Girl friend?” I felt the blood rush to my face. NO, NOT HIS GIRL FRIEND.

He looked at me and smiled. Most prob’ly he heard the conversation. “We look perfect.”  He held my hand tight. “You don’t mind right?”

I gestured a no. “Uh, where are we going Mino?”

He cupped my cheeks. His hands were warm and felt good. “I told you earlier, it’s not your business to know.”

Memories came rushing back to me. Someone already told me that line and it was definitely not Mino.

It was Mr. Football Player.

I blinked at him and removed his hands from my cheeks. “Yeah. You’ve told me. Once.”  Everyone was staring at us. Garrrr… The girls around eyed me.

We ate in a bistro where people of all ages eat. That night there was a live band that is why there was a romantic effect. Almost all people were looking at us, observing us. At first I was irritated but it came to me that it was normal because I was dating a football dude.

I remembered why I came to talk to him. Yea, to ask him. I tried to open my mouth but I couldn’t form the words in my mind. Look, how should I ask my childhood friend, the football dude and the suspected Mr. Football Player how he felt towards me?

JUST TELL ME AND MY PROBLEM IS SOLVED.

I sipped all the courage I could sip from the water and spoke.

“Do you like Nemo?”

CRAP, what was that? Garrr.. Of all things, why Nemo?

Mino gave me a ‘huh’ look. He had hated Nemo since I met him. I looked down. I couldn’t say it. Damn.

“Did you receive my email?”  I looked up and he played the pasta in front of him. I nodded slowly. How come he read my mind? “So?”

“Are you sure about it?” He nodded and looked closely to me.

“I don’t know how it happened. You know, we’re friends and that should be all. But I’m sure I’d do anything for you.” Just before I opened my mouth, he spoke. “—as in everything. I will give up my football career for you.” 

With that, heads turned to us. Oh gaa, the football dude would give up his career for me. His fans would kill me.

“But—y” He cut my statement.

“Or maybe I will be your football player for life…” 

“My what?!”

“Your football player.”

My football player? CRAP, this is insanity. ME?

This man is insane.

“Just think about it, okay Jendeuk—Jennie?”  I stared at him, shocked.

“You called me what?”  I asked. I heard it. He called me Jendeuk? as in Jendeukie?

"Jennie. You okay?” He said as he fixed the napkin in his lap, obviously hiding something from me. But I heard it, I really did. CRAP. He showed signs. Was he Mr. Football Player?