something more | minsung [ON HOLD]

6. something about you attracts me

jisung pov.

the middle of second semester.

"Your first group project of this semester," Mrs. Yoon announced to the class. "I'll let you guys choose your partners but if you can't handle it then I have assigned groups right on this paper, so better not mess around. Okay, 4 people per group, instructions are on the board." she said in front of the class before heading towards her desk.

The class was quick to divide into little groups, making me panic as I barely knew anyone in this class despite how far in the school year we are.

"Can we uhm, be in the same group?" I ask the boy next to me.

"Jisung, I've sat next to you this whole year and I sit with you at lunch."

"Is that a no?"

Jeongin sighed and grabbed my wrist as he walked to the front of the room heading towards—oh my god why are we going closer to Minho, I'm not prepared, I don't look presentable, I need more time-

"Hyung, let's be a group," Jeongin asserted.

"Of course Innie!" Hyunjin said excitedly. "Minho will join too, is that alright?" Jeongin and I nodded in response.

Unconsciously I started fixing my hair, hoping I looked even somewhat decent. I pulled my sleeves down until only my fingers poked out, fidgeting with the loose thread I've been meaning to cut off. My body tensed as I heard a familiar sweet voice, "Here, you guys can take the seats in front of us, just turn the chairs around."

As I sat, my eye's met yours and I felt uneasy. I turn my head to the side to face Jeongin instead. Jeongin let out a muffled laugh that no one else but me heard. I think he's long been aware of my crush, but I still wouldn't admit it if he were to ask.

"We have to make an atomic model of sulfuric acid as well as an oxygen atom. When are you guys free? I'd like to get this done as soon as possible," Hyunjin said.

"You're starting to sound like your boyfriend," Jeongin pointed out.

"What are you implying about Seungminnie?" Hyunjin scoffed.

"Children, children, stop fighting," Minho interrupted, "How about this weekend we all work on this project, is this Saturday good?"

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"What to wear.. what to wear.." I mumble as I rummage through my closet. I can't believe it's already Saturday, I'm going to be seeing him. I was already growing anxious, not only because of him, but because I'm not used to hanging out with people I don't know well.

I guess this will do, I thought as I observed myself through the mirror. I settled with wearing a white oversized shirt and loosely fitted black jeans. I ruffled my hair multiple times in hopes of fixing it, but it looked the same as before. I checked the clock on the wall to see how much time I had left and ran down the stairs when I realized I only had 5 minutes to get there.

I think this is it, I thought as I walk up the steps of the porch and hesitantly knock on the door. Instantly, I hear a muffled voice on the other side, "Who is it?" 

"It's Jisung," I state. 

"Han or Park?"