(Yein's POV)
I yawn as I enter the classroom.
"Yein ah~~~" SeolA says as she skips towards me.
She slightly pokes me on the arm.
"how.was.your.date?" she says wiggling her eyebrows.
As soon as she says that, I blush, feeling embarrassed.
SeolA's eyes grow wide.
"What's this?? A whole new reaction??" she squeals as she tries to look at my face, but I avoid her
"malhaejwo~~" she says pulling on my arms.
(malhaejwo: it means 'tell me' in korean)
I don't say anything, still feeling embarrassed.
The door to the class opens.
Me and SeolA look to see who it was
and it was jiyong.
I whip my head away from jiyong.
SeolA sees me do this as she lets go of my arms, looking at me suspiciously.
"hmm..okay. I'll just ask wolf boy over there~" she says.
I grab her arm.
I pull her towards me, hissing in her ear:
"arasso!! But you have to keep this private-"
"yein!!~" jiyong says happily.
I stand still, as he comes towards me.
Act natural yein...natural...
I raise my head up, trying to look normal, but jiyong hold my shoulders,
And kisses me on the forehead.
"good morning~" he says afterwards.
I froze.
Everyone in the class froze.
Me trying to be 'natural' all went down as SeolA yells:
"YOU AND JIYONG...ARE DATING?!?"
I cover my face, resisting the urge to strangle her.
The whole class shouts in excitement.
Jiyong just stands there, smiling as he doesn't know what's going on.
Great.
(Jiyong's POV)
I sit in my desk, staring at yein who was silently tapping her head against her desk.
Constantly she looks up and dazes for a few moments, then her face turns pink and she returns to tapping her face on her desk again.
I just watch her, her face scrunched up in embarrassment.
Finding the urge to tease her, I slowly expand my arm, poking her.
She jumps in surprise looking at me with wide eyes.
"hajima!" she whispers to me.
I just grin.
***
the bell rings for lunch.
YOU ARE READING
The Wolf And I (A GDragon Fanfic)
FanfictionGwenchanah? I nod quickly, hoping he would go away, but he only comes closer. I close my eyes and raise my hands to push him away, but what I feel is not his clothes, but his hair. As I open my eyes once again, he stayed still, as he looks at me wit...