MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
"Why can't I act normal when I'm with you?"
IN WHICH he is too shy to confess and she is too silly to notice his real feelings, that just leads to many misunderstandings and living the biggest frustration...
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Being indirectly rejected was a crap.
Lisa had to spend the whole weekend cuddling in the sofa with her baby cat, Leo, watching dramas full of beautiful, corny scenes with couples getting together and being happy to forget about the bitter taste of the realization that the boy she had a crush on was after her best friend. Fuck, it was as bitter as drinking a hard coffee after a hangover, the type of coffee that leaves you vibrating like the vibrator of a nymphomaniac, but bitter like, well, being rejected.
But she couldn't blame him or get angry, even if she felt jealous and wanted to scream 'I saw him first!' to her bestfriend and to the whole world.
Working hard had been good to distract her too, she had attended a wedding as a photographer on Saturday night, feeling very emotional because oh my God that couple was the cutest, and then she attended a baby shower the next morning also to take photos of the special moment; in the afternoon she had worked at the ice cream shop during the night shift, returning home late and too exhausted to think about her failure of love life.
And therefore she was late as every Monday to the first class of the week, Lighting Techniques II, which was really a pain in the ass and she had been attending just a month.
Of course, she carried her chocomilk in her hand since she hadn't been able to have breakfast at home, she barely had time to wash her face, tie her hair up in a ponytail and put some BB cream and mascara, all that while having Leo around meowing his lungs out for his breakfast. He was such a slaver!
Her backpack bounced on her back as she ran across the campus, surrounding people and apologizing if she somehow touched them, to the arts department. Her outfit was really good for it, she was wearing high waisted black jeans, a oversized shirt under it and Balenciaga white trainers, amazing to run.
Why the hell had he decided to take that early morning class? Oh right, there weren't more schedules for the same class. And that must be some kind of bullying towards the students, definitely, because who the hell was awake at 9 AM on a Monday. Just the professor Lee, ready to talk about flashes, color and the importance of the sunlight.
She missed Lighting Techniques I so much, because the classes were on Monday afternoon. And every week she missed those happy hours with so much sadness. Those Monday mornings of just being lazy in bed were long forgotten in the first semester.
She climbed the steps of the entrance of the Arts department building quickly and ran to the glass doors, of course without noticing that another person was also coming to the same door.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she stepped back to make room for the person and looked up to smile.
And there was Jungkook, in puma sweatpants, a oversized red hoodie and an attractive sleepy face, eyes still tired and his long hair as if he had just passed his hand through it without thinking, and yes, that look was too damn hot. He looked at her with those dark eyes and Lisa felt a strange kind of emotion run through her body that she couldn't control even if she wanted to.
