ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ≠ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ

♡ eight

[third person]

"What time do your classes start?" Jihyeon asked, pouring herself a mug of almond milk. "9:30," Jisung replied, his eyes still half clothes and his hair tousled.

Jihyeon nodded and replied,"Me too."

"Why do you like, drink almond milk and not normal milk?" he asked, looking up from his bread.

"Oh, I'm lactose intolerant," she said, shutting the fridge with her foot and sitting down in front of the boy.

Jisung nodded, unable to speak much cue to his tired self. Both of them had woken up once again, at the ass crack of dawn as they were used to it.

"We still have 2 hours till school," she groaned, propping her feet up and scrolling through her social media.

"By the way, which department are you in?" she asked, looking at him.

"I'm in the Art Department and I'm under the Music and Musical Arts program," he said. "Oh, really? I'm in Arts too!"

"Really, I've never seen you around?" he asked, quirking his eyebrow slightly, scooping some more jam onto his toast.

"Oh I'm in the Performance Arts program," she explained as he began to nod.

"It's kinda strange," she spoke up once more.

"What is?" he asked. "That we're married," she replied. "Yeah, I never thought I'd get married to someone I didn't know," he sighed.

"Wow, here I was, thinking we were madly in love," she joked, shaking her head.

Jisung looked like a dear caught in headlights. "I'm joking, you lanky ass," she sighed, holding her head.

"I'm not lanky," he muttered. "Yeah, and I'm Kim Kardashian's step daughter," Jieun said, holding a blank expression.

"What do we do?" he groaned. "Why is my sleep cycle like this," he continued to whine.

"Want to go get coffee?" she suggested, as the boy eagerly nodded his head running to his room and coming back out, changed, just as fast.

Jihyeon giggled, going to her own room and getting dressed before the two slipped on their shoes and left.

"She has a nice laugh," Jisung thought, suddenly shaking his head. "Shut up, don't think like that," he scolded his mind.

"What do you want?" she asked, looking up at him. Jisung looked up, shocked they were already there.

"I don't know," he whispered, scanning the menu quickly. "Should I get you what I'm getting?" she offered as Jisung agreed, not an avid coffee drinker.

After ordering, the two sat down at a table, occupying themselves with their phones.

"Have you come here before?" Jieun asked, clasping her hands to try and warm herself.

Jisung shook his head. "Are you cold?" he asked the girl with a red nose.

"Yeah, kind of," she shrugged, pulling her beanie down slightly.

"Here," he held out his mittened hand, give her one of his heatpacks.

"Oh thanks," she smiled gratefully, putting on her cheeks, and then holding onto it.

Jihyeon perked her head up as her name was called out in the warm café.

"Oh I'll get it," Jisung offered, standing up. Jihyeob thanked him, smiling at him once again.

Jisung couldn't seem to wipe the smile of his own face as he thought about hers.

***

"So what you're saying is, you like her?" Chenle asked as they both sat on the benches in the warm cafeteria.

"No! I dont think so," he contradicted, making Chenle snark at him.

"Sure, lie to yourself," he said getting uo to throw his trash away.

"But," he began, walking after Chenle with his milk carton still in his hand.

***

"No, it's not like that," Jihyeon waved her hand at Jeno. "So you don't like him, but you're married to him and living with him, right," he said, confused.

"Oh my! How many times do we tell you, it's not like an actual actual marriage," she sighed.

"Good. Because now I still have a chance with you," he joked, as Jihyeon slapped his arm, laughing.

She smiled at Jisung, as he passed by with Chenle. Jisung's smile seemed to falter as he passed by her.

***

"She probably likes Jeno anyways," Jisung thought to himself.

"He's bi and has a boyfriend, if you're wondering," Chenle told him, not looking up from his phone.

"Did he read my mind?" Jisung wondered, baffled.

"No idiot, you're speaking aloud," he replied, still not looking up.

"What are you so focused on?" Jisung asked his best friend.

"Oh, I'm talking to this guy, he's pretty cute," Chenle replied, biting his lip as he waited for a response.

"Like cute or cutee," Jisung asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the latter.

Chenle chuckled, rolling his eyes and pushing the taller male back slightly.