park jinwoo ; ethereal [ ✔ ]

chapter 3 ; wednesday

It's been more than a few days now since the incident in room 160. Don't get why I can't forget. I think that it's probably because of that creep of a teacher and then that guy— no— Jinwoo. Maybe it's because his name ends in vowels, but it kind of rolls off my tongue with ease. It's oddly satisfying.

Bin turns the T.V. off with a rather loud "Shit..." and turns to me slowly. "Em, we need to work on our homework for Psych."

I turn to him this time and make a face, whining to stress my feelings, "But Binnie... I don't want to..." Now I'm pouting. I'm throwing my puppy eyes at him in hopes he'll change his mind. I see him take a sharp breath in before looking away and standing.

"Neither do I, lazy. This project-slash-paper thing is important though," he rubs his neck while speaking and now I'm the one taking a shaky breath in. 

Jesus. What I would give just to once have him all to myself. Just one night. One would assume I know what kind of stuff he's into since I'm closest to him, but I have no clue. Neither does he know any of the stuff I'm into. It's fair. If I knew what he liked, it would probably drive me crazier for him than I already am. I'm fine imagining right now.

I shift in my chair, feeling uncomfortable now since I started thinking about what I would get up to with him. When I look over, he's staring at me. He blinks as he speaks to me, "So? What do you want to snack on while we work?"

I assume he asked me this before and I stutter out an answer, "O-Oh. You have any chocolate? If not Doritos are fine."

He gives me a little nod and starts moving to the kitchen. I bite my lip as I stare at his ass while he goes. I sigh rather loud once he's out of earshot and stand up, pacing a few steps forward only to move back. My hands are on my hips and I'm fuming about how I'm having these thoughts in his house. I made a rule not to do this, yet here I fucking am! Nice job Emily!

He is just too fine... Not just his ass. His everything. Okay, well I'm not sure about his dick but everything else seems delicious so I'm assuming that is too. I just can't get his body out of my mind. The only reason I know about most of his body is because we've changed in front of one another before. We didn't give a shit before but now I get too hot and bothered for that.

I think the last time we did that... Was it freshman year? I don't remember too well because I was so suddenly overwhelmed by my rather... intrusive thoughts. This was also when I realized I really wanted Bin.

When I come back to my senses (just barely), I realize I'm quivering a little with fast and shaky breaths leaving my lips. I shake my head rather rough and cover my mouth. What if he comes in and sees me acting like this? He would probably be uncomfortable and make me leave... Or he could help me. (I doubt that.)

My breathing grows more labored at that thought. I can just imagine it... His hands running under my shirt and across my stomach; his lips working hard at mine, swelling them both red— No. I need to stop. I won't be able to hold on much longer if I continue thinking about all this.

My hands shake as I rush to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. I let out a few more trembling breaths while I lean against the back of the door before gathering myself to look in the mirror. My mind is twirling and I shut my eyes tight. I grip hard at the sink, trying to collect my thoughts fully and toss them aside. For now at least.

I jump when Bin knocks on the door, voice muffled by the door, "Em, when you're done come to the dining room. I have everything set up already, okay?" Then I hear his faint footsteps go away.

"I can't stay in here for the rest of the evening..." I mutter this to myself before heaving a sigh and unlocking the door, leaving the bathroom. My hands pat at my shirt as if really collecting myself and I make my way to the dining room. I immediately notice that there's both chocolate and Doritos. Of course, a hungry smile appears on my face.

Bin reappears in the dining room with some water and two coca-cola cans, setting them on the table. His head tilts up as he realizes I've come in. He smirks for a second before moving around the table to sit down in a chair. I also move over, sitting across from him. 

Then we get down to business with our Psych. homework.

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We ended up finishing later than we thought and I walked home since it wasn't too cold. I did have to fight Bin about it for a while, but he soon gave up and let me walk. 

Now I'm sitting on my bed, yawning and changing into my pajamas. I pause when I ding comes from my phone. I falter before picking up and turning on my phone to look at who it is.

Binnie!! has texted you.

"I literally just left his house. Why the hell couldn't he tell me before I left?" I exhale and open our text messages.

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Binnie!!: hey emily

Binnie!!: em

Binnie!!: are you alive???????

Me: What is it Bin

Binnie!!: so one of my classes was mixed today with two others ones due to our teachers being sick, right?

Me: Yeah? What about it

Binnie!!: wellll i met these two people and we became instant friends

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I let out a quiet sigh, shaking my head. I have a faint smile appear on my face as I get another message from him.

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Binnie!!: anyways, i think you should meet them sometime because i think you and one of them would get on together ;)

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I blink as I stare at the new message. I feel my chest clench and tighten, my hand slowly making it's way up to touch the left side of my chest. Ah, that's right... He still thinks of me as a friend. I think this bitterly and send a brisk reply.

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Me: I'm okay with meeting them, but I like someone already

Me: And I won't tell you who either :)

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I let yet another sigh escape me. I knew I would probably come off as passive-aggressive with him, but he also probably wouldn't notice. I never got "snippy" with him or anything. We've just never done stuff to piss each other off— or if we did, we wouldn't say anything.

But it's fine. Everything's fine. I'm still friends with him and that's all I could ask for right now.

I plug my phone into its charger, turn off my lights, and tuck into bed without a second thought on checking any more text messages from him.