Okay, I'm Okay. [JJK]

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The Story of The Lover: PART III

I am not okay.

Jeon Jeongguk, I can remember it all.

At the very same day, I can also recall how the school day ended.

Instead of going straight to the dormitory, my feet dragged me to my favorite place in the campus - the only good place in here - the library.

I didn't go there to study scientific mathematics something something - there needs to be a miracle before I do that - but I was there to read my all-time favorite novel, William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. The funny part is I already know the whole story, it's been told numerous times, but as much as I don't want to admit, I am a hopeless romantic. The book is romantic, and I am hopeless like the two main characters, a perfect fit.

I was in heaven when I learned that there is a Korean translation of the book and the school happens to have a copy. It's a single one, like me.

I've already read the half of the book, and I always return to the library when I have free time for I couldn't wait to finish it any longer.

But there's one thing that kept me from doing so.

My height.

Someone moved the said book on the very top level of the bookshelf apparently, and I can't even reach its bottom tip. I am afraid that my shoes might get permanent wrinkles if I continue to tiptoe. Train of questions begun to fill the void in my head. Why do they have to place it there? Will jumping create a noise? How long will that guy use the ladder? Can't he see my struggles? Why do the library seats have to be benches not individual chairs?

Gosh.

There was a small thud when I tried to jump, successfully touching the tip, but I can't afford to make a higher jump and get myself noisier.

I am hopeless indeed.

But to my surprise, a broad shadow hovers me from behind. Suddenly, my back presses against someone's chest. Then a hand brushes over mine, pulling out the book. It felt like a romantic movie, a cheesy one, but it managed to make everything slow down for the time being. My eyes followed the movements of the hand, and it's offering the book to me.

The guy stepped back when I turned around.

And my cheeks burned red.

It's you, Jeon Jeongguk.

You're smiling so beautifully when you handed it to me. I felt giddier when your fingers touched mine. What's happening?

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

Nervousness got to me again when your eyes kept staring at me.

"Is there something on my face?" I pressed my hand to my cheek. Do I look like a tomato?

I made you laugh. "No, I'm just trying to remember you . . . Corridor?"

"Ah." I let out a breathy laugh in relief, "Forget about that."

I made you laugh again. You extended a hand, offering me a handshake. "Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk." You introduced me your name with a sweet smile.

I could feel my heart beating faster overtime. Of course, I knew your name because you're a school heartthrob, I just pretended to look cool.

"Kim Hyunji." I returned your smile, and our hands made contact again.

"Ah. So it's Hyunji-" The phone of yours suddenly buzzed and you gave it a check. "Sorry, they're calling me back to our group study. I got to go." You uttered a fond adieu.

I don't know what to say, completely stun by your sweet acts, thus I only smiled and nodded you a goodbye.

"It's nice to meet you by the way." You happily professed before you go.

I am speechless and mentally fangirling at the same time. Speechlessness went on for few seconds, I believe, until there was nothing left for me to do but to sit as well.

From the other table, I saw you again, you're sitting with your group of friends. You noticed me too, gradually, hence you smiled and waved your hand at me. I smiled back - of course - and I'm the one who broke the eye-contact first before I averted my gaze to the book in my hands.

Tell me I don't look like a tomato.

Secretly, I found myself stealing glances from you.

Handsome, intelligent, talented, and kind. A complete package. That's what you are to me. You're my ideal man.

I didn't expect my smile to turn upside down once I saw Ara.

You're grouped with Ara.

She's looking at me.

She's seriously looking at me.

I am not okay.