XXIII. 

“So, as I was saying, when should we meet up? Friday?” Minho asked, leaning over the chair.

“I was thinking… Thursday afternoon from three to five?”

Jessica smiled, picking up her pen and spiral notebook, recording the date and title.

“Hey Sica, hey Minho.” Onew slid into the seat beside Jessica, looking at Minho and smiling.

Minho waited for a moment quietly before glancing at Onew, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t you hear what we were talking about?”

“Yeah. Thursday afternoon from three to five, why?”

The girl smiled too, closing her notebook.

“If you’re wondering why he’s not accusing you of asking me out on a date, and why he’s not jealous, it’s because he knows that I won’t cheat on him.”

“Kill me now. You guys are getting mushy again.”

“When are we ever not?” Onew replied.

Minho turned, shaking his head, waved and walked away.

“And another thing I know…”

“I love you more than anything.” Jessica finished, pecking his lips. “That’s why you’ll never be jealous.” 

I want a boy who will never get jealous because he already knows I love him more than anything.