Jensoo ver. My Football Player (Completed)

Chapter 21

“THREE MINUTES GUYS. GOD BLESS EVERYONE!”

I gave a drink to my milk as my heart began to race its beat. Milk, at least relaxed me. I sighed. Mainly, there were two things that bothered me the most.

#1 PROBLEM: Play

“It’s my first time so it’s a lil bit okay if I flunk a bit.” I told myself. However, I realized that Jisoo would do his best because this was definitely not his first time. I shut my eyes and drank the milk again. “I’ve never been this nervous all my life.”

I looked at the milk and remembered who gave it to me. A probable Mr. Football Player. Jisoo. How could it be that all of a sudden he could be him? I was confused and nervous at the same time. I drank the milk again.

“Someone told me that milk removes all the negative parts inside including nervousness…”   I could remember him say clearly. How the hell did he know about that? I drank the milk again but was shocked.

#2 PROBLEM: No more milk

“Argh. I hate it.” I threw the can somewhere just before the curtain opened.

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The fast beat of my heart never failed to stop as the play continued. The crowd sent me the nerves but the good thing was, I didn’t stutter.

While we were waiting for our scene, I asked Jisoo about the milk. “How did you know that I want a milk?”

“Why make a big deal about it? I always give my leading lady a milk whenever we have play. It’s nothing special actually. It just so happened that you’re my partner”  He said quickly then went to his position.

Half of me wanted to believe what he said and the other half didn’t want to believe at all.

“Maybe he isn’t him after all.” I told myself. “Why was I thinking of him anyway? I shouldn’t be too assuming.”

I breathed heavily and entered the stage again. Jisoo was there.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” He said while holding my hands.

“…And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Ay pilgrims, lips, they must be used in prayer.” 

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.”  He stared at my lips.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took.”

We kissed. We kissed like there was no one watching us. It was a soft, gentle kiss that we shared. I was aware that people were seeing the scene, but I couldn’t pull away. It was enchanting, as if I was trapped in another world where only the two of us existed.

He pulled away tenderly as I pursed my lips. His eyes seemed darker and more serious.

He spoke. “Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.”

We kissed again. I prevented myself from being lost under the spell of the kiss.  I gently pushed him away.

“That was nice.” I uttered, not remembering that I should’ve said, “You kiss like a book.” His eyes almost widened as blood rushed to my face.

After the play, the scene was still clear to my mind. It was memorable and embarrassing at the same time. I’ve never been kissed before like that. That kiss was different. I suddenly felt goosebumps.

I saw Jisoo and thoughts about Mr. Football Player entered my mind.

“He couldn’t be him…”  I whispered to myself. I could visibly imagine that Jisoo would be my dream guy, my football player.

Wait; am I expecting him to be him?

“Are you okay?”  My spine shivered upon hearing his voice. I didn’t see him get closer.

I glanced. “Yea, I’m fine.”  Suddenly I remembered the kiss that we shared. I looked at him hoping that he would understand what was on my mind.

“I’m  sorry.” We both said and I chuckled softly. A heavy atmosphere was present before us.

“Seems like we’re on the same boat huh?”  I jokingly said.

“I’m sorry about the kiss.” He looked at his shoes. “I… was… I was… out of my mind. I just gave in.”

“I was too. I felt lost.”  I honestly said. “We both felt the same thing eh?”

He sighed. “Yea, maybe.”  He pressed his hands together and looked at me. “You did a nice job for a beginner eh?”

“Thanks.” I smiled. “I gotta go. Mom asked me to go home early.”

“Want me to walk you home?”

I signaled a no. “Uh, Jennie. I’m sorry if I was sarcastic about the milk.”  He paused. “…Hmmm, you’re different from my past leading ladies. That’s why I gave you a different kind of milk.”  I wearily smiled.
Different kind of milk? So it wasn't just a plain milk? Woah I didn't even noticed, I was so lost at my nervousness earlier to not even noticed the difference between a plain milk and a flavored one.

He really couldn’t be him.

"Are you really okay?" He looked closely at me.

I raised my eyebrows. "Why are you so worried?" 

He backed out. "Nothing."

On my way back to the dressing room, I talked to myself.

“He acted differently, I acted differently too. It’s because of the kiss. Not because he knew that I knew that he was Mr. Football Player because he isn't Mr. Football Player at all.”   I said.

When I entered the dressing room, an object caught my attention.

Milk.

I went to it and saw a note.

Good job! I love it. But I love you more.

Your football player,

Mino.

I shuddered as arms encircle my waist from behind.

“I am your football player Jennie and I love you.”