WARNING: Some parts of the story contains explicit contents. Please make sure that you are 19 and above before proceeding.
“Her name is Jea. I sent you a bunch of texts all about her, so you can look up information there. Basically all you have to do is just act like how you normally do and she’ll fall for you in no time. Tomorrow she has a date with Joong Hoon, but we don’t want that to happen, do we. Her last class is in the literature building, so I suggest you look for her there. Do whatever it takes to prevent her from going on that date.”
‘God, these instructions sounded like some Modern Warfare 2 mission.’ Sighing, Joon walked down the corridor of the literature building and poked his head into every classroom, gaining unwanted attention from the students. Finally near the end of the hallway he found Jea sitting by her desk and tidying her papers.
‘Okay Joon, take a deep breath, you’re going to be fine,’ Joon stood outside the door while performing breathing exercises. Then he walked into the classroom, to where Jea was sitting.
She looked up with a warm smile on her face. “Um… Can I help you Oppa?”
“You’re cute er – I MEAN, professor K-Kim wants to see you in his office to talk to you about something,” Joon blushed at his mistake while figuring out the farthest building from here.
“…Which professor Kim?”
“You know, that one! In the building farthest away from here,” he accidentally blurted. ‘Damnit Joon, why are you being so frickin’ weird right now? Calm down, she’s just any other girl.’
“Hm…” Jea had her chin in her hand trying to figure out which teacher he was talking about, oblivious to Joon’s made-up story. “You mean the one in the biology building?”
His face brightened. “Yeah! That one!”
“…I don’t have any classes in that building.”
“Are you sure?” His jaw dropped. “Think really, really hard now.”
“…I’m pretty sure that I don’t have any classes with him.” Jea looked at Joon with a skeptical eye. “Are you sure he wanted to see me?”
“Yeah, of course I’m sure! Why wouldn’t I be?”
“…Your face is red and you’re fidgetting.”
‘Fine, time for a change of plans.’ Without a word Joon grabbed Jea’s hand and ran out the door while dragging her along with him.
“Yah Oppa! What are you doing?!” Jea tried to jerk her hand away, but to no avail. “I have somewhere I need to be in a few minutes! Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”
Right now Joon had an urge to whip his head around and coolly say, “I don’t know” and they would both run away together to God-knows-where. He smiled at that and scrapped the idea from his head. Instead he just kept quiet and continued to drag Jea along.
It wasn’t long before he ran into a pole.
“Holy shi-” Joon bit his lip before something bad came out of his mouth. He sat down on the floor as he rubbed his forehead, now donning a big purple bruise. Then he felt cool slender fingers running across his face.
“Oppa, are you alright?” He stole a glance at Jea’s worried face. “I’m sorry, I should have just followed you without asking so many questions.”
“It’s okay,” he quickly smiled and got up, unknowingly holding her hand in his as they walked down the hallway. “Anyway, my name is Lee Joon. What’s yours?”
“My favorite color? Red… I think.”
“No, it’s pink,” Joon blurted. Jea looked at him with wonder.
“How did you know that?”
“I… had a feeling,” he sheepishly smiled. Soon it became quiet and they walked up the stairs in silence, still hand in hand.
Jea didn’t know why she let him hold her hand. Or why she was still talking to him. Come to think of it, they never even went to the biology building. Hesitantly she looked up at Joon.
“Um Oppa… It was really fun talking with you, but I need to go OH IT’S THE CAFETERIA!” Her face suddenly brightened as she looked at Joon with pleading eyes like those of a little child. “The noodles here are really good, can we have some, pleeeease?”
“Haha sure. My treat,” he laughed as Jea eagerly dragged him to the counter. After purchasing their food, they walked over to a seat by the window. The sun was setting. Jea had forgotten all about the date at 4:30 with Joong Hoon.
As she ate her noodles in delight, Jea felt Joon staring at her. Slowly she looked up, and indeed he was. “What’s wrong, oppa? Do I have something on my face?”
“Yep, right there,” There was a pause. Then Joon leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, making her blush. Quietly she finished her bowl of noodles without looking at him. After returning her tray, they stood up and walked over to the elevator, still hand in hand.
“Joon oppa… I hate to tell you this, but,” she bit her lip, unsure of what to say. “I’m taken.”
“Then why are you MMPH!”
Before Jea could say another word, she felt a pair of warm lips on her own. As much as she wanted to break away, she couldn’t help but wonder why his kisses felt so much nicer than Joong Hoon’s.
‘Oh god, Joong Hoon!’ Quickly Jea pushed him away. “Oppa I really already have a boyfriend, I can’t do this with you.”
“Then I’ll win you over.”
“After 32 dates, you’ll be mine,” Joon grinned as his hands found their way around her waist. “And this is date 1.”
“No it isn’t!” She tried to push him away, but to no avail. ‘What happened to the stupid elevator? We should be at the ground floor by now!’ Jea looked at the buttons inside the elevator. They were all pushed, buying him time.
“But you’re the one who said that a kiss makes something a date,” Joon whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“H-how do you know? I never told anyone that-” Joon cut her off again and pressed his lips on hers, his kisses becoming more rough. He ran his fingers through her long, silky hair while continuing to pin her to the elevator wall, leaning up against her. Eventually Jea gave up on the idea of resisting and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
After all, he did kiss better than Joong Hoon. And he smelled better too. Like pineapples under the sea.
Seo In Young smirked as she linked arms with Joong Hoon. Her eyes glanced over at the distant elevator and the two people inside.
“Oppa, lets go home. Look, there’s an open elevator right there,” Smirking, she led Joong Hoon down the corridor, ever closer to the open elevator.