𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 || seongsang

V

I reached English class a bit late, but just in time.

I dived into my usual seat beside Wooyoung, who shot me a teasing smile, and literals seconds later, our teacher, Mr. Kim appeared.
Giving us all a warm smile, Mr. Kim signed good morning and told us we were going to start another Jane Austen play today, and then we were to read the play throughout the week.

No biggie. Reading was second nature to me. And I'd already read all of Jane Austen's plays. They were a bit cheesy and cliche sometimes, but all in all were pretty good.

Wooyoung scowled at the mention of reading, and I giggled, shaking my head. Wooyoung flicked me in annoyance, and so a flicking match started.

We only stopped when Mr. Kim loomed over us with arms crossed.

.

.

.

"Okay, spill!", Wooyoung signed, nudging me as we walked out of our English class, San quietly trailing behind. Wooyoung realized that seconds later and pulled San against his side, comically tucking the boy under his arm, who made no effort to get out of Wooyoung's tight hug-like grip.

I blew air out of my nose, shrugging. "Yeah. Go ahead and say it, Wooyoung. I'm creep. I was too caught up in staring at him through his window.", I signed, keeping my hands low.

Wooyoung stayed silent for a few seconds, then leaned over and smacked me upside my head with an eye-roll, but still didn't say anything.

I huffed, adjusting my hoodie over my head.

Students started piling out of classes, and Wooyoung swiveled, checking the clock. He then leaned close and gave me an unsuspecting smooch on the cheek, waving me goodbye with San in tow, pulling him to the next class that the shared.

I idly cast my eyes around but froze, seeing the twenty-one volunteer climbing up the stairs, juggling a bunch of art supplies in his arms, his glasses slipping off his nose.

Seonghwa was slowly making his way up the stairs to the Art class, and I was just standing there like an idiot with a crush, observing him.

A kid, his student probably called Seonghwa's name in a hurry, making him abruptly stop in his tracks and drop a few of his pencils.

The kid apologized, picking up Seonghwa's pencils and returning them. He talked to Seonghwa for a few minutes, blushing madly and Seonghwa talked back, then patted the kid's cheek with a warm grin and proceeded to his class.

And while I kept thinking, why didn't I see this before? I'm just a stupid little kid for Seonghwa.