(☆) — mostly, he was annoyed at the fact that he’d been paired with someone who seemed so uninterested and unwilling to cooperate; and while he didn’t care much for the mark they were given, he did care about the breadth of time he’d have to spend in one-sided silence as conversation between them hadn’t sparked.
it wasn’t until his classmate proved he could speak that he stopped weaving the nightmare; it wasn’t until he spoke that his projection was fractured, that his head was twisted to the side so he could assure himself that it was jaehee speaking – that his words were directed at him. by now his eyes were wide, eyebrows raised. by now a small smile had gotten a hold of his lips, twisted them upwards. it was a small step, he thought, but progress was progress – no matter how small, no matter how forced.
❝ to the rooftop. ❞ he replied as the shape of his lips widened into a grin; he reached out to take a hold of jaehee’s hand, tugged him forward into a quickened pace. the rooftop came to them in a few minutes, framed their steps with a comfortable solitude. ❝ it’s quiet and we can talk freely here. much better than the study hall. ❞ he explained, led them both over to one of the scattered benches; when he went to sit, he noticed the way his hand had tightened, the way it held jaehee’s before he let it go as quick as he realized it.
❝ sorry about that. got a little too eager, i guess. ❞
A B E W I L D E R E D Jaehee stopped as well to glance at the other. His grip around the straps of his bag tightened and he wondered whether it was a big deal for him to have suddenly spoken. He returned the smile presented to him, causing his eyes to vanish into small crescents.
By now the young student had relaxed again. Even though he was not quite comfortable about the foreign situation, he had loosened up already. His hands dropped to the sides of his body, but not for long.
His hand had been gripped tightly. It was a strange sensation he was not familiar with. After the grip, tugging followed. The long hallways and empty classrooms went by them quickly before their hasty feet stopped at their destination. It was then that Jaehee realised, it was the first time his hand had been ever held.
As quickly as Daehyun had taken his hand, he seemed to have let go of it again. Not a split second was left for Jaehee to react. Instead, he just walked to the nearest spot to sit onto. He let himself drop down and began to pack out his notebook and books, not acknowledging the other’s eagerness much.
“What will we do first?”
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