-Chapter Six-

Crazy

There are these moments when all he could ever think about was her, like everything was about her. How the clouds move, how the air whistles and even how everyone walks. For someone who once declared to never feel anything he just found himself attracted to her.

Jiyong lazily slumped himself on his bed, staring at the white ceiling above. He let out a sigh before curving his lips into a small pout as he started hitting his bed with his arms, with fists clenched on a tight ball like a child deprived of a new toy.  He was throwing his tantrums. ‘Arghh!!’ he gritted as he shifted his body, stomach laying flat on the bed, face buried on his pillow.

He heaved a sigh as he stared at his wooden headboard which he filled with his own drawings. He stared at the guy he was declared himself drawn into his headboard. ‘Well I’m still Peter Pan!’ he exclaimed pushing himself to sit with his fists leaning on both side of his waist.

He rolled his eyes slamming his body back on the bed, staring back on his room’s white ceiling. It was Friday and everyone was rejoicing about it except him. He pouted his lips remembering that he wasn’t able to see her that day. He waited outside the faculty room, asked for her schedule from her fellow professors while lying that he just needed to ask or submit something to her.

But she was being unfair as she didn’t even go to school that day. She was absent.

‘Aughh!!’ Jiyong groaned as he sat down on his bed ruffling his hair, annoyed. All he wanted was to see her. All he wanted was a small glimpse of her. He was not asking for forever he was only asking for couple of seconds to look at her, to see her. Was he asking too much?

He grimaced as he lie himself back on his bed pulling one pillow and putting it in between his legs hugging it to himself. Saturday, Sunday just thinking of it he thought he was about to lose all his hair. He will not see her on Saturday and Sunday and thinking that he will be dealing with all the Saturdays and Sundays of his life not seeing her makes him want to run amok downtown and hit everybody with a baseball bat.

‘I’m going crazy,’ he muttered to himself pushing the pillow away lying flat on his bed, arms spread wide as he stared blankly at his ceiling. Then thoughts came crashing in his head like they were slowly twisting his brain. His heart hammered against his chest as it drowns from anxiousness as soon as realization hits him. He stood up and raked his hair as he got of his bed holding his chin as he walked back and forth in his room.

Come to think of it, he only doesn’t need to deal with Saturdays and Sundays. He will also have to deal with the Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays without her. Then there were also the days were she will be absent like today, then summer break, winter break and all the breaks that come in between. He will not be a student forever, heck she wouldn’t be his teacher forever. What if she resigned and moved?

He raked his hair as every possibility brought by the single thought of missing her started popping in his brain as he started freaking out. ‘Calm down Jiyong,’ he said breathing heavily as he tried his very best to calm himself. He guessed this was the reason why he hated thinking before. He pouted his lips as he sat on his bed biting his nails.

But what can he do in order to be with her as much as he could? Is there any way to always be with her?

He could befriend her but that would be idiotic since she was his professor and he doesn’t want her being accused of having favouritism if ever he did succeed befriending her.

‘Ahhh!’ he exclaimed slamming his body on the bed and went back to staring at his room’s white ceiling. ‘I should paint something on you,’ he muttered to his innocent ceiling as he tried distracting himself from thinking of her. He heaved a sigh as he closed his eyes trying to relax. And soon his breathing went even as his thoughts became clearer.

I have to go. Mr. Kim finally accepted my application to be his student assistant.

Are you applying to be a student assistant?

I didn’t know you work as a student assistant for Ms. Park.

He slowly fluttered his eyes open as he let out a chuckle which broke into laughter. ‘I can’t believe how stupid you are!’ he laughed as he pushed himself to sit. He continued laughing shaking his head. ‘Why didn’t I think of that!? God! How can I be this dumb?’ he asked himself still laughing as he happily slammed himself back on his bed arms wide spread, lips grinning.

He shot one of his arms up like he could really punch his room’s ceiling. ‘Ms. Park,’ he whispered in between a giddy smile. ‘I, Kwon Jiyong, shall be your student assistant!’

He then pushed himself up as he stood over his bed hands on his waist posing like of a superhero he used to watch on television. ‘And I shall be the best student assistant of all!’ he declared, full of confidence, oozing with arrogance.

‘Jiyong your milk is ready!’ his mother shouted as he quickly jumped off his bed staring at his Mickey Mouse wall clock nailed on his room’s wall. It was almost nine, time for bed. He quickly got out of his room dashing to the dining area in which he saw his blue mug filled with milk.

He quickly went to his mother hugging her as he kissed her on her cheeks. ‘Thanks mom,’ he smiled as he grabbed his mug and blew the hot steam of the milk. He then drank it slowly. ‘My favourite!’ he breathed out in satisfaction as he placed the mug on the table and soon he pulled a yawn stretching his arms upward.

‘I’ll be off now! Good bam mom!’ he said kissing his mother again on cheeks, who just let out a soft chuckle at the sweetness of her son. ‘Good night baby, sleep well,’ she answered with a smile as Jiyong nodded and with that he went to his room fix his bed and settled himself for a good night sleep.

It was only 9 in the evening, people of his age could have been in the club and having the time of their lives but he will always choose to sleep like what he has been doing for the past 19 years of his life.

Monday.

It was already 2 pm in the afternoon and finally his class was over. He quickly made his way to the faculty room despite of it being one building away from where he came from. He was running like he was in a race, clumsily bumping to someone in his way. He would shout sorry without looking as he headed his way to his destination.

He was panting when he reach the faculty room. He leaned both of his hand on his thighs for support as he was trying to catch his breath. He smiled as he walked to the faculty door and gave it a knock.

He pushed the door open as he roam his eyes quickly darted his eyes on her table only to find it empty making him grimace. ‘Kwon what are you doing here?’ Mrs. Kang one of his teachers asked as she was filling her cup with water from the water dispenser sitting next to the faculty door. ‘Good afternoon Mrs. Kang,’ he greeted politely as the lady smiled at him. ‘Is Ms. Park here?’ he asked though obviously she wasn’t her things were not on her table.

‘Oh Ms. Park I think she’s in the Van Gogh building for her last class,’ Mrs. Kang said thinking. ‘Wait let me check,’ she said as she walked on a giant cork board plastered on the faculty room’s wall checking her schedule. ‘Yes she is there for her class why di─’ she wasn’t even able to finish what she was saying when Jiyong shouted thank you while dashing out of the faculty room running to the building where she was.

He quickly reached the building. ‘Oh crap,’ he muttered under his breath remembering how many rooms were there in the huge three storey building. He slapped his forehead. ‘Fail,’ he mumbled as he just kept on running searching the whole place.

After running for almost half an hour he was back on the building’s entrance once more rolling his eyes. He shook his head as he tried to catch his breath. It’s a good thing that he really loves running. After resting for couple of minutes he was running his way back to faculty only to see her walking her way ahead of him to the faculty.

He smiled forgetting how tired he was for running and scanning one whole building just to see her. He bit his lips and soon he felt his breath leaving his body as his hands started trembling.

Oh go