On Monday morning, you were at your locker when someone knocked on the locker above yours. You looked up at the familiar hand and turned your head. You couldn’t help but brighten when you saw him. “Zico!”
“Finally. A positive response.” He chuckled.
“Are you all right?” You asked in genuine concern. Before he could answer, you reached out and placed a hand on his cheek.
His whole body fired up and his heart threatened to jump out of his chest. He swallowed hard and stared at you.
You examined his lip. “My brother punches hard. It must have hurt a lot.” You sympathetically pouted.
Zico cleared his throat and straightened up, “I can handle it.”
“Quit acting tough.” You slapped his stomach and he doubled over, “Oof!”
“Sheesh.” Zico rubbed his abdomen, “Okay, now I know where you got your attitude from.”
You beamed proudly, “My Jiyong oppa does kick , huh?”
Zico rolled his eyes. He slightly titled his head and examined your face, “You mostly look like your oldest brother.”
“Hmm? Seunghyun oppa?” You blinked.
Zico nodded, “Your eyes are just like this.”
“Don’t say that.” You covered your eyes, “His eyes are so scary. They could kill someone.” He chuckled.
You peeked through your fingers and put your hands down, “That’s strange. Most people say I look like my 2ndbrother Taeyang oppa.”
Zico nodded in understanding.
“But he told me I look like our mom…” You whispered. He looked at you.
You softly smiled, “Each and every day, I’m starting to resemble her more and more.”
“Your mom must be really beautiful.” Zico blurted without thinking.
You looked at him. He froze with wide eyes. *! Did I just say that? , Zico! Do you ever think-*
But you warmly smiled, “Thanks. I think she is, too.”
His regret disappeared at once.
The bell rang. “I should go to class.” You shut your locker, waved, and left.
Feeling numb (in a good way) because of your smile, he headed to class, too.