I didn't walk with Ji-woo today as I didn't see her at all. When I got to class she was standing near my desk. I enter the classroom welcomed by the teacher, as I slowly made my way towards Ji-woo.

  "Hey, Ji-woo." I said and for some odd reason I felt nervous speaking to her.
  She turned around and smiled at me. She looked down and grabbed my hand and held it tight.

    "Yoongi, I-I like you." She said, still holding onto my hand. Her hands were baby soft and smooth.

   I had no reaction what so ever. I just couldn't believe it. It was hard to understand.
I can see that she was disappointed, because her eyes were glassy and gloomy. It looked like she was going to cry but she was holding the tears inside.

"It's ok. You don't need to answer me right now." She said then inched her way to her desk, and before she could sit down, I grabbed her arm and paced out the classroom.

I can hear the teacher call out our names behind us, but I was too in the zone to tell Ji-woo how I felt that the teacher's voice didn't seem to matter.
The worst possible thing that might've happened to me would be getting detention, but if I was smart enough I would have an excuse already ready.

I took Ji-woo to the rooftop of the school. I let go of her red banded hand that had happened because ofmy tight grip. And I could see she was rubbing it softly.

"Ji-woo, I-I...."

Say it. Come on. Say it Yoongi.

But I couldn't say it. It was as if the words were no longer on the starting point of the race that I was about to win.
Ji-woo looked down, then grabbed a lock of her hair and plucked it behind her ear.
"Yoongi, I don't want to hear it, if you don't mean it. I don't want you to say something you don't want to." She said, and walked away. Slowly and drastically, she walked.

No! You need to know. I need you.

I snatched her wrist and kissed her aggressively. My hand still seized around her wrist, I grabbed her waist and pulled it closer toward my chest.
   I gripped onto her jaw, and almost made my way toward it, then kissed her even more, deepening the kiss.
  As our tongues swerved around each other, our lips more defined than usual, chapped and moisturized.
They were like corresponding angles, lining each lip together in an almost linear line.

    Ji-woo snatched my hands off her wrist, and grabbed my neck and pulled me closer, impending and adjoining our noses as they swayed from side to side. Our heads turned around, and kissing passionately. 

    Mr. Kim! I almost forgot.

I let go of Ji-woo's lips, and rub mine. I smirk at her, then grab onto her waist again.

"As much as I want to continue this, we have to get to class."

"Well, there's always lunch." She said and winked at me then swished her hair, at me, making it run across my face so slowly, I can almost taste the apple cinnamon shampoo.

"Mhmm..." I moan, then run to the class.

When we arrived to class, Mr. Kim look heated. He noticed us immediately.

"Where were you two?!" He yelled, in front of the whole class.

"We-we were-.."

"Uh-uh, Ji-woo felt sick, so I took her to the nurse, then she said that she didn't want to go to the nurse because they would send her to the hospital." I said quickly.

"Mhm. Ok, take your seats. But next time you must tell me where you are going."

I nod my head and escort Ji-woo to her seat, and she puts her head down to rest. She looks toward me and smiles, then winks.

Ji-woo. You don't have any idea what I want to do to you.

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