Love Is Not Over {Editing}

Spring Day

The next morning my alarm rings at 7am and signals the beginning of a new week. I reach over and click snooze, completely unprepared to wake up and start my day.

After ten minutes, a second alarm forces me awake.

I bury myself under my blanket and reach out besides me.

Much to my surprise, I only feel my quilt and realize I am in the bedroom alone.

Hmm he must have left while I was asleep.

I hear the shower turn on next door and this confirms his absence.

I can't help but feel disappointed that he left without waking me, but considering we had class in two hours I just pushed the negative feelings away.

I drag myself out of bed after a few failed attempts and am jolted awake by the sudden cold.

I blush slightly, realizing I did not dress myself last night.

Last night..

I- Jimin- We..

I begin processing everything and take a deep breath.

The night started as we casually enjoyed dinner and then, well, things escalated. And it felt delicious. And I wanted a repeat of last night. Again and again.

But. We are just friends. Right? Umm friends don't do that..and they sure as hell shouldn't feel a bond after! Why does my stomach flutter as I think about him?

Ughhhhhh. Park Jimin, that gorgeous angel who makes me melt, my knees weak, and my heart skip a beat.

Heck. There's no turning back now.

***

I finish showering, getting ready, and scarf down a quick breakfast before I hear a knock on the front door.

My palms begin sweating and I try calming my nerves.

"Hey sleepy. You almost done?" He asks and smiles at me. 

Seeing his eyes curve downwards in that adorable way, especially when paired with his damp and tousled hair, makes my mouth water.

I gulp and nod my head.

"Yeah I was just about to go bug you actually. Um let's go."

We begin walking to campus and I am relatively quiet, unsure of what to say.

I reach into my bookbag and grab my bottle of water.

I turn the cap, but because I had applied hand lotion and I could not get a good grip, it does not open.

Jimin notices and without saying anything, he reaches over and places his hand over mine.

He turns the cap and it clicks open.

His hand lingers for a second and he rubs the side of my palm.

He opens his mouth and pauses before shaking his head briefly and simply saying "There you go."

"Thanks" I reply before looking away quickly.

The remainder of the walk continues mostly in silence.

I am relieved once we arrive at the classroom and we have an actual excuse not to talk.

I can barely concentrate on the lesson and realize these uneasy feelings will not disappear unless I confront them.

I turn to a blank page in my notebook and write down:

"Sorry about being awkward this morning. Let's talk after class?"