스물셋

                                    

                                          
Jisung POV
    Why did he look so scared? Did I do something? No, that couldn't be it, I just got back down here. Wait but then what is it? He seemed happy just a few seconds ago!
    Why my brain wouldn't shut up I'll never know, as I just kept thinking and overthinking all these things. But I was able to let it go fairly quick? Only because he stood up, breaking the eye contact, and going to wash his plate. I sighed, half in relief and half in sadness. His eyes were so endearing, I loved staring into them, but maybe that was weird of me, maybe that's why he always looked away.
    "Hannie, I think I have to go home to get my uniform." He said in a soft tone, still washing his dish then mine that I'd placed in the sink.
    "Are you sure? You can use my brothers if you want." I was worried honestly, not knowing his situation but figuring it wasn't good to say the least.
    "My parents are probably asleep, I'll be fine, I just need to grab a uniform, I'll be in and out, easy." How could I believe him when he talked like that? It seemed as though he was trying to convince himself more than me.
    "Hyung, just use my brother's old one please, I-I just think-maybe you should wait a while before you go back."
    He turned to me with a smirk, "Are you perhaps worried about me Jisung-ah?" As he spoke, he walked closer, finally nearing me and securing his hands on my waist. God they were so big it felt perfect. I always got this weird tingly feeling when he held my waist, and I loved it.
    "I-I-why can't I be?" I pouted, trying to cover up my nervousness, but my cheeks betrayed me and turned pink.
    "Not denying it then? Oh Hannie you're so adorable you know that?" He let go and pat my head, walking away afterwards, and, though last time he did that I was ecstatic, I was honestly longing for him to kiss me right then.
    Then again how stupid could I be to really expect something like that, especially after only knowing each other for a couple days. Though I couldn't help but imagine it...those soft lips on mine, his veiny hands back on my waist, our tongues- okayyyyy I had better stop there.
    "Are you sure it would be alright for me to use his? Will he mind?" Minho broke me out of my train of thought, referring to my brother's uniform.
    "Of course. He doesn't even live here anymore, he won't know. But you had better change quick, or we'll be late!" He chuckled at me, I don't know how he could be so attractive, then shook his head.
    "How do I change when I don't even have the uniform babo? Do you expect me to know where it is?"
    "Heyy, don't be rudeee I just didn't think about itttt!" I whined and pouted at him out of habit, then quickly realized myself and started blushing. But the look in his eyes suggested that he liked it, and maybe actually found it cute...if that was even possible.
    I didn't want to think about it any longer, so instead I ran upstairs and into my brothers old room, then grabbed his uniform out of the closet and rushed back, throwing it into Minho's arms.
    "Now change quickly! We have to leave in like two minutes!"







Jakkqksisnksnksks last of my prewritten parts!!!! Which means I most likely will not update until Sunday or Monday! Sorryyyyyyy I hope this is okay for now, I didn't get to edit much but here we are. 
I wasn't gonna show u this part but when I saw the 1.17k reads I just had to, plus I felt bad it's been so long! 
Ill try to also update my other stories later tonight! Bye everyoneeee <3