Telepathy

"Annyeonghaseyo, choneun--" before you could continue, the class burst out in laughter with your misuse of formal language. Except one guy. A guy who was sitting directly in front of you. It was your first day of school as a transfer. "Anyways, I'm _____." You managed to say before rushing back into your seat, covering your face in utter embarrassment. It wasn't until half way through the day when you decided to converse with him. "Hey," you bent over and tapped his shoulder twice. He turned back with his arms still folded, giving you a 'yes?' look. "Mind if we exchange seats? You're really ta--" he gave a quick nod, packed his bag and stood up, waiting for you to leave your seat and move to his. "Thanks." You said but gained no reply nor reaction. 'Cold guy.' You murmured as you made a mental note to yourself, trying to familiarise yourself with the new environment.

-- Kris's P.O.V ---

The whole class mocked her. Just because she was new. Something about her, it's alluring. I can't help but stare. I don't mean to keep silent but I'm too afraid to speak up. I'll probably mess up and beat myself up over it.

-- Your P.O.V -- 

It was lunch when you saw, that guy from your class, yes, you still don't know his name. He was joking around with his friends, totally not the same person you saw in class. Girls stared and gossiped about him and his gang. You collected your lunch and scrutinised the whole canteen. No other seats, only the empty spot opposite 'him'. You walked up towards his table and asked, "can I sit here?" He stayed silent and merely nodded. The atmosphere was different you know it. You hurried and finished your lunch. Just when you were about to leave, he finally said something, "I'm Kris. By the way." "Finally." You commented before walking away. There's something about him, the way his uniform fits, the way he laughs and smiles, the way he would stare deep into your eyes. It's mesmerising. Days passed and everyday, it's like a Cold War between you and Kris. Nothing said but the message delivered through both of your actions is 'I like you.' Silent messages passed without talking or writing, telepathy, almost.

You were walking down the hallway when somebody grab hold of your arm and slammed you against the lockers. Kris. You shot a look of 'what the heck?' and a few minutes of staring before you felt Kris's lips on yours. You didn't hesitate to kiss back. Moments later, Kris pulled back, trapping you between him and the wall, "I like you, do you know that?" He asked. "I like you, and do you know that?" You asked back. "I do. Do you?" He questioned. Probably the longest conversation you two ever had. "I do." You replied. "What does this make us?" He asked you. "A couple?" You told him. He took a tiny step closer to you and whispered, "exactly the answer I wanted to hear. You know me well ____."