Unexpected Love | 박 찬열 [CURRENTLY BEING REVISED]

Jealousy

~ Soojung's POV ~

This feeling was so weird. I couldn't stop smiling.

I tried to concentrate in class, but from my peripheral vision I saw him taking glances at me. 

I tried to ignore it. Tch, no use. I didn't want to look at him either.

He probably is just looking at me in disgust. 

I shook my head and began taking notes I saw on the board. 

I really need to thank Unnie for this. Last night I was so happy to throw away all my old clothes and replace them with beautiful new ones.

I could've bought them myself because really, my mom is rich and we just don't take it for granted.

~*~*~

I walk out class getting ready to walk to lunch until someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around. I smirked. "Well someone likes to grab wrists." I remarked. 

"Shut up." Chanyeol replied, crossing his arms.

"So what do you want?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Have lunch with us." He said.

"I guess..." I hesitated. Why is he suddenly inviting me to his group? Is it because of the way I dressed? He then walked in front of me.

Both of us walking to the cafeteria. I couldn't stop smiling. 

By the time we reached the door I fixed myself and took off my endless grin. "SOOJUNG!" Someone yelled.

My eyes closed in embarrassment. 

"Aish, jinja..." I whined. 

Unnie tackled me for the second time today. "Jeez calm down Unnie!" I said, giggling.

Then someone coughed behind her. "Oh mianhe, can Jaeyoon sit with us?" I asked.

Chanyeol then crossed his arms. I walked past Unnie and over to him. Everyone was watching us. 

I then gave him my baby voice with those puppy eyes he was always weak to.

"Let her sit with us... Jebal?" I asked again. Leaning closer to tease him. 

"AISH. FINE." His red face backed away. I smirked and then quickly turned back to Unnie and gave her a thumbs up. 

Whereas the only thing Unnie could do was smile in surprise.

Everyone was surprised. I had did something bold to the Kingka. 

~ Chanyeol's POV ~

I saw my group lead Soojung and Jaeyoon over. I ruffled my hair in confusion. Why was my face red? My heart was beating faster than it should. 

It was scaring me. "I think I should see a doctor..." I muffled to myself before walking over to my table. 

"Wow Soojung. You look great!" I heard one of my friends say. 

For some reason it annoyed me. 

"I like your style!" I hear Baekhyun's voice.

Under the table, my fist clenched. I didn't know why. Once I felt what was happening I hissed in pain.

"O-Omo!" Soojung said, grabbing my clenched hand and opening them. It was bleeding with claw marks.

"C-Come with me." She said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the cafeteria. 

"Yah, I'm fine." I said, trying to get her to turn around. 

Soojung ignored me as we walked into the clinic. The nurse greeted her. It as if they knew each other enough to let Soojung take care of me. 

Soojung led me to a room with a white bed. "Sit." She said.

I obeyed and waited. She came back with a little box. Soojung opened it and walked over to me with a band-aid, a spray, and a cotton ball.

"Don't. Move." She said firmly. I nodded slowly until she sprayed my hand. I again, hissed in pain. It stung so much.

"I said don't move, jebal." She said softly. I then stopped as she rubbed the spots. It gave me time to focus on her face. 

She looked the same. Her big brown eyes concentrated on my hand. The way she carefully wiped all the alcohol away. 

Soojung then got up and smiled at me. She then grabbed the band-aid and before she placed it she blew on the marks. 

"W-What're you doing?" I asked. 

"Sh... My mom used to do this to me when I was a child. It always made me feel better. That anything would heal."

A smile tugged on my lips. 

She looked up at me, our eyes looking at each other for a couple of moments before she shook her head. 

I felt disappointed when she broke the eye-contact. It was also good as well. Who knows what I could've done if we continued. 

She placed the band-aid and dusted her hands. "Well there you go!" She said. 

I got off the bed and looked at my hand before chuckling. 

We walked back to the cafeteria in silence. "G-Gomawo..." I thanked. No one has ever cared for me like that before. 

I couldn't say that to her. 

I couldn't show myself to her.

I wasn't ready.