The Flower Boy

“Can you stop smiling at me?” I feel my heart throb harder in my chest as I look concerned at Seokjin’s stupid smiling face.
“Why? Does it scare you~” He says leaning in over his chair, making me smile for some reason. I turn my head sideways in slight protest but I find myself laughing slightly, and so is Seokjin. We look at each other for a bit, realising it’s the first time we’ve laughed together. I hold the chair’s arm rests tight as I feel his breath press against my face softly as he exhales.
“Flirting tips,” he says with his smile disappearing and his eyes fully focussed on mine. Suddenly I thought about all times he’s closed in close to me. All those times lead me to feel like I actual liked when he was close to me. Only now was I realising.
“I can’t teach you about that,” I exhale out deeply.
“But I can.” Seokjin breaths out before pressing his lips onto mine softly, making my body paralysed. I grip the arm rests harder, feeling self-concious of nearly everything at that moment. Are my lips too chapped? Why are his lips so soft? Why is this so exhilarating?
He sits back in his chair leaving me in the exact same position as when he kissed me. What. Do I do. He looks at me for a reaction before laughing a little at my state.

I was so angry with myself. Sitting back and letting Seokjin kiss me. Though slapping him did kinda make me feel guilty. Wonwoo knew something had happened as I stormed home later than usual cursing under my breath as I made my way around the house. So he stayed quiet most of the night except for asking before he want to bed, “Wonah, is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. Just some difficult school work, go to bed Wonwoo.”
“Okay… Night Noona.”
We left the same time in the morning as we usually do, coming across an all too familiar face. I locked the door nehind us and we set off walking down the sidewalk. In less than a few minutes, Seokjin’s slim figure came into view. I sighed as I kept walking feeling the urge to slap him again. As we got closer even Wonwoo had recognised him.
“Hey, it’s that Hyung you work with,” he said pointing one of his gloved hands out in front of him. Hearing a voice, Seokjin turned to look at us two and smiled when he met my eyes. Flashes of the kiss past my mind and I knew I couldn’t hide my red cheeks becoming more and more present on my cheeks. As he took a few steps towards us, I noticed his red nose. He must have been out here a while to get that…
“Morning everyone, morning Wonwoo,” Seokjin said breathing out lttle clouds to my brother and me.
With a few silent stares at each other, me giving Seokjin annoyed looks, I asked, “Wonwoo, can you walk ahead of me?”
He looked up at me and blinked. Without questioning it, he walked ahead, passing Seokjin bowing as he walked past. I continued to walk with a sigh, passing Seokjin, as I tried to calm my fast-paced heart beat. “What is it now Seokjin?” With a few jogs Seokjin had caught up to me.
“I just wanted to thank you.”
“What, you couldn’t have told me at school?” I say plainly, looking staight ahead. If I see those eyes again, I know i’ll lose it.
“No, because then we wouldn’t have been alone,” he said as he grabbed my wrist out of my pocket. I stopped walking in curiousity, and looked at his hand as it glided from my wrist into my gloved hnd. I stupidly looked up, meeting his eyes immediately. As if they had been highlighted, his lips stood out from the rest of his features, making me want to look at them. With great resistance, I pulled my hand out of his hand and looked back to the path ahead of us, wondering why it had become so warm when it was the middle of winter.
I had thought about these emotions don’t you worry. I lay awake at night now thinking of both Seungcheol and Seokjin. Wondering whether my beliefs of them liking me was true. Seungcheol had never acted the way he did yesterday… but neither had Seokjin.
Seokjin let me walk away which I was grateful for. I got close to the school’s gate, seeing a heavily padded Seungcheol, which made me sigh with relief. After seeing Seokjin I felt so hyped up, thoughts flooded my brain like they usually wouldn’t. Even though he’d nearly kissed me yesterday, and girls threaten me sometimes when I hang with him, I confidently walked up to him. “Seungcheol-ah!” I said cheerfully blowing a cloud with my breath making Seungcheol tun in surprise. His wide eyes made me smile a little more.
“Wonah, you’re here! Go-good morning,” he said a little choked up, which wasn’t like him. Without saying anything more, Seungcheol put his hands into my pockets with mine. I never can get my hands warm enough, with gloves and all. So when Seungcheol's hands went in my pockets, my hands immediately grew warmer by the second. To be able to reach in my jacket pockets, Seungcheol took a big step forward, closing the gap between us. He looked down at our hands lying together, while I was stood staring at his face. I breathed deeply, though I couldn’t contain my heartbeat. I breathed frantic clouds of cold air into Seungcheol’s bowed head. He looked up making this moment even better. I could tell now, this feeling was me emotionally attaching myself to this boy. His sparkling eyes and his jet black hair, things I trademarked with him and him only. Just as I was getting lost in his eyes, he stepped back, releasing his hands out of my pockets. My hands were still warm though…
“I thought you might need these. I noticed you constantly breathing into your hands in class,” he gestured breathing into his hands to explain. I grabbed the pack in my pocket and brought it out to have a look at. The palm-sized packet had a floral cotton as it’s fabric. “Oh, my mum sews a little. She made them,” he said proudly smiling, as we both looked on at the cute warm giving packs.
“Thank you Seungcheol-ah, really,” I said tucking it back into my pocket feeling rather special. He looked into my eyes as we both smiled at each other. Just then, to ruin a good moment, Seokjin and Seungyeon, walked right beside us, through the gates. Seungyeon wrapping herself around Seokjin’s arm like a scarf or a snake. I felt a bit bad for Seokjin right there. Although I didn’t know Seungyeon, she did give off a bit of a “clingy” vibe.
“Let’s go to class,” Seungcheol says nudging my left arm with his right, making me sway a bit and laugh at the same time. Although he may not have noticed, all the way to form class, our sides were connected. And for the first time I had a happy walk to class (with additional girl’s hate looks, but it was okay with Seungcheol there).

Being dragged away by Seungyeon in the morning, and not having Chemistry today, I didn’t see Seokjin all day. Which was good. It gave me time to think about him… who he is to me.
First class - “Will you meet up with me? I know we don’t have anything for school planned but I wanted to tell you something.”
I opened the message stupidly, and then he had known I had seen the message. I tried to forget about him after that.
Second class - “Hello? I really want to talk to you.”
I focussed on work and didn’t touch my phone.
Third class - “So you’re going to snob me?”
Seungcheol and I talked and studied all lesson.
Fourth class - “I didn’t see you at interval, where were you? Wonah, I need to talk.”
He was only scaring me with the texts making it worse. I didn’t want to meet with him because even though I had given it a lot of thought, I still wasn’t sure where Seokjin lied for me. He had kissed me, did I like it? I mean it wasn’t really exciting…
Fifth class - “Whether you like it or not, i’ll see you later.”
The last bell went for the end of the day, and I finally checked the massive amount of texts I hadn’t checked. I sighed looking at all the texts. He was really getting on my nerves…
I walked out of the gates throwing the thought away for now. I’ll text him when I get home…
“WONAH!” Shit… I kept walking swiftly when I heard Seokjin say my name. “I know you heard me!” His voice getting louder, so I quickened my pace into a jog. He caught up in an instant and stopped right in front of me, blocking my path.
“I missed you today, Wonah.” He looked him in the eyes smiling. Somehow this hurt me when he smiled. I really liked the time away from him, he is too much for me if it’s all the time...
“Is that really how you just start conversations with everyone?” I cross my arms defensively again wishing Seungcheol was here to make things better. Too bad he had a soccer practise he so badly didn’t want to go to.
“You aren’t everyone.” His smile shed looking seriously back at me. I hadn’t even been looking in his eyes very much, but I could tell he was almost not blinking at me. Constantly staring.
“Yeah, well I wish I was…” I mumbled annoyed to myself looking at the concrete ground.
“Go out with me, Wonah.” I immediately flicked my head up and stared at Seokjin with wide eyes. He wasn’t serious right?

Notes

ugahaha
so you may hate me or love me for what I may or may not be going to do.
either way, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and are enjoying life (I always say that xD)
don't over think things like I am right now.