Mingyu , 10 and 19 pls and thank you ! :D
10)Â âAm I supposed to be scared of you?â
19) âAhem, my eyes are up here.â
The soft wind blew the leaves across the green field, disturbing your daily reading by flipping the pale yellow pages of your book, the sharp sounds piercing your ears. Frowning, you looked up at the crystal blue sky and wondered how much longer you had to survive in senior year. April, May, June. 3 more months of pure torture and boredom as you would live out the last days of your youth.
Feeling a stronger wind than usual, you reached for your bag behind you to get your jacket, only to find your bag missing. Strange, you thought. I swear I placed it behind me.
âLooking for something?â You heard a low, humorous voice from the trees on your right, sounding vaguely familiar but also sending chills down your spine. One person came out, a boy with tan skin, brown hair, and a scar on his left cheek: Mingyu, the leader of the schoolâs âgang.â It wasnât really a gang, but they often were involved in fights around the town and always got in trouble. âI said, are you looking for something?â Mingyu repeated, not happy that you werenât paying attention to him. You didnât notice the signs of annoyance and just rolled your eyes, wanting a jacket.
âCan you give my bag back? I need my jacket.â With those two sentences, you pointed your finger toward the ground next to you, motioning where you wanted your bag placed, and then proceeded to flip through your book to find the plage where you left off before the wind disrupted your peaceful day.
Mingyu just stared, shocked at your lack of surprise or horror. Usually girls who saw him would run away, scared that he would do something to them. But in all honesty, Mingyu never wanted to fight or harm anyone, it was only when annoying, ignorant people made fun of his friends or his family he couldnât help himself. Your reaction gave him a warm feeling, a strange feeling, in his heart.
âThatâs it?â You looked up in confusion, standing up and walking towards him with your head tilted.
âMingyu, am I supposed to be scared of you?â you asked, your hand quickly snatching away your bag. Mingyu responded by grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, your two bodies making contact from the force.
âI donât know, are you?â You brought your head down in embarrassment to the close contact with Mingyu, not sure what to say.
âIâŠ.I donât knowâŠ.â All you heard was a slight chuckle and a clearing of the throat before Mingyu interjected;
âAhem, my eyes are up here.â Rolling your eyes, you looked up at him, slightly taken aback by the soft look in his eyes. âAnd, (Y/N), you should have no reason to be scared of me.â
âBecauseâŠI really like you.â Knowing he usually would never say that to anybody, you decided to tease him a bit.
âEnough to do this.â With that, he took your face into his right hand and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, pressing you closer to him with his left hand.
The wind blew gently, his cologne filled your nose, his body radiated heat to yours; Everything, Mingyu thought, is perfect.
The only thing left Mingyu could wish for was for time to stop forever.