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♡ nine

[third person]

"Do you want to have dinner together?" Jisung asked, after mustering the courage to ask her. "Sure," Jihyeon nodded, sitting beside him on the couch.

"Should we order food, because we don't have much we could use for dinner," she asked, pulling her legs up on to the couch.

A blush arose on the taller male's cheek making Jihyeon coo.

"You're adorable, please," she said, pinching his cheeks. 

Jisung whined, slightly retracting his face from her. Jihyeon laughed and opened her phone.

"What should we eat?" she asked, scrolling through the delivery app.

"How about chicken?" he suggested, and Jieun complied, ordering chicken and drinks to go along with it.

"Why're you so innocent?" she asked, turning to face him. "I never really had any females in my life growing up, so I'm not really sure how to act around them," he replied.

"What about your mum?" she asked.

"She cleared off when we were still quite young," he shrugged. Jieun's eyes widened slightly, immediately apologising. "No, no. You wouldn't have known," he waved his hand.

Jihyeon bit her lower lip and patted his shoulder, attempting to comfort him.

Jisung raised his eyebrow. "I'm tryibg to comfort you," she explained.

"Wow, you're like a blanket," he sneered.

"Are you calling me hairy?" she furrowed her eyebrows, teasing him.

"Yes, baboon," he retorted, confidently.

Jihyeon pushed him slightly, Jisung dramatically falling backwards as Jihyeon giggled, pushing her back and covering her mouth.

"Don't cover your mouth, I like your smile," Jisung said with a sudden new found confidence.

Jihyeon blushed, nodding slightly, with a straight smile.

"Who's this and what happened to my Jisung?" she said, her eyes widening at her thoughts. "Wow, my Jisung, you're moving fast Jihyeon," she shook her head.

Both of them seemed to be denying the fact that they were catching feelings.

The two teens sat in silence, staring at the football match displayed on the screen, pretending to docus as their minds wandered.

The bell rang, cutting their thoughts off.

"I'll get it," she said, getting up, fixing her clothes and opening the door.

Grabbing the food, the two head to the table, sitting on the chairs parallel to each other.

"So," she attempted to converse as they delved into the food.

"Why did you move in with me again?" she asked, unable to recall.

"I lived with Chenle and his family and he has quite the relatives in that house. It was too much for my liking," he spoke out. Jihyeon nodded her head, continuing to eat.

"What about you?" he asked back.

Swallowing her food, she replied. "My parents live in Busan, and the university's in Seoul, its too much of a journey to travel everyday."

Jisung nodded. The two had gotten somewhat close, but there always seemed to be an awkward silence lingering around the corner.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna go," she said, putting her box in the bin and washing her hands.

Jisung awkwardly bowed his head, his hands occupied and his mouth filled with chicken, unable to wave or talk.

Jihyeon giggled, shaking her head and walking into her room.

"Dude, you can't even deny it anymore she's got a cute laugh," he thought, looking down at his chicken with a smile.

Jihyeon sat down next to her door after shutting it.

"How am I supposed to like you, when we barely talk?" she whispered to herself, slightly upset as she landed on her bed with an oomph.

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