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"Such a sad life you live."
"I literally got here like a second ago and you're already talking shit?"
He laughed at me. I quite liked hearing his genuine laugh, it wasn't harsh, sudden or incredibly loud like I expected, it was soft and sweet.
"I mean, you're failing chemistry, you only have two friends- and they're twins, so they came as a package deal- and according to your friend the reason behind your demise is your long lost love that is in a coma. It's so... poetic."
I gaped at him. Poetic? My demise?! What, am I a Disney villain to him?
"That's not poetic. That's stupid." I stated, crossing my arms, I noticed him raise a brow at me, "I'm not failing chemistry, I'm just bad at it. I actually have three friends: Hoseok, Boram and Jimin. I would have said your name too but you don't deserve it anymore. Oh, and the reason for my so-called demise is not my long lost love that's in a stupid coma."
He stepped closer to me, placing his hand on my cheek, his tone was just as dramatic as his acts: "Is he perhaps right in front of you then?"
That did make me laugh, I tried holding it in, smacking his hand away playfully but I knew my amusement was obvious, he pretended to be hurt, over exaggerating wildly.
"Don't reject me, guardian!" he wailed, dropping to his knees in front of me. My eyes widened a bit. I had forgotten about my one-sided chat with him at the hospital. I shook my head, I still couldn't contain the grin on my face.
I quickly mimicked him, dropping to my knees as well, I was glad we were in a grass field tonight. "You're my mentor! My teacher! We can't..."
"Why?" he whispered, keeping his head down.
"It would be inappropriate..." I answered, gazing into the distance.
"But we're the same age!" he stood up suddenly, staring at me with widened eyes, raised brows and pouty lips. I followed his movements, standing up as well, our hands intertwined.
"I'm still your student!"
"You're also my guardian. Aren't you supposed to guard my heart?" his words were spoken quietly, with his head turned away from me, looking wistfully at the greenery around us.
"Exactly..." I whispered, stepping closer to him, we stared into each others eyes, a hint of amusement hidden in them.
"I don't care," he started, realising his hands from mine, he placed them on my waist instead. I decided to rest mine on his chest, ignoring the weird feeling bubbling inside me. We were just playing around.
"I expected to be forever alone before I met you. Now, I don't think I can live without seeing you every day," he brought me closer. My eyes widened, he was very into his role, his confidence made me a bit nervous.
I snapped my head away from him, attempting to push him away. "We've been stuck with each other for so long that you've gotten used to my presence. You'll just fall in love with better girl when you wake."
He pulled me even closer, I noticed his hold tightened, gripping onto me with enough strength for it to hurt a bit. He forced me to look at him.
"Stop denying my feelings. It took me months to come to terms with them and you're just throwing them all away so easily?" his tone wasn't dramatic or playful, it was dead-serious. His eyes never left mine. I felt myself form a frown, with the way my heart was skipping, I'd say it was jumping rope.
Thoughts of his words being sincere began to cloud my mind and I found myself questioning every single 'line' we've said to each other.
"You're... that serious about me? I can't believe it." I was half acting, half not.
"I hope you do, one day."
I frowned, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed, a heavy feeling loomed over my chest. We stepped away from each other, but our eyes were still connected. I broke the eye contact, plopping myself down on the soft grass. I stared at the starlit sky.
"I've never been in love," I voiced, I hoped he would understand that I wasn't acting anymore.
He sat down next to me. "Not even a little bit?"
"Probably a little bit? Maybe? I don't know. There was this guy. I think you know who. I just know I liked him at first but when we started dating... everything he did was just annoying to me."
"Then he wasn't your person, obviously," he said as he rested on his back, turning his head to look at me.
"How do I know if I've found my person?"
"I don't know," he started, two hands behind his head and eyes cast onto the sky, I admired his good looks again, "you just feel it, I guess."
"Have you felt it?" I wondered, not knowing what answer I was even hoping for.
