We giggled, Jinyoung and I. One moment we'd talk about our day, then the next moment we'd kiss till our hearts content. I craved for every moment I spent with him. The way his body would keep me close, he was my safety, my happiness that I didn't mind to show. 

I felt his hand crease my cheek his eyes staring deep into mine, as his other hand played gently in my hair. I just chuckled, not knowing how to feel, this was all so new, so different. I wasn't all that use to sharing myself with anyone else, but here I was with him. 

"Jinyoung...I have to go." I could hear a disappointing groan escape his lips as I pushed my body off of the ground. Jinyoung doing the same. "Do you have too? You can skip class just once." I laughed as I buried my head into the crook of his neck. "No...I can't skip class." He kissed my forehead like he always did, pulling a straight face afterwards. He really hated me leaving, it was almost as if I, in some form, was hurting him when I wasn't close, or if I left unexpectedly. 

Though, we were also in our own world at this point, after the confession and the kiss, we never told anyone else about our relationship. Jinyoung didn't care the slightest about telling people, but...I never felt...I don't know how to explain it. It was an uncomfortable feeling that I'd get when the idea that I could possibly be gay came from some of my peers. I wasn't the type to care, I swear! But...for people to assume my life and hurt me in someway...I couldn't, no I wouldn't want to relive such a thing. Not twice in my life.

I pulled away from his embrace, his eyes staring down at me as I turned away from him. Jinyoung wasn't shy about becoming overprotective, he'd make sure no one bothered me, and he'd always walked me to class in a sorta not so suspicious way. But at times, it was a little annoying, not necessarily because I hated it, but rather because I've gotten close to Taejoon, which I'm still reluctant to tell him that he's my roommate. 

I ran up to him as he made his way to our English 401 class. "Taejoon!" He didn't care to acknowledge my yell, but I knew for sure he heard me. We've gotten just a tiny winy closer since our last talk, and for the most part I consider Taejoon a friend...ish. 

I dropped my bag next to him as I slid into the seat. He sighed with irritation. "Look Tuan, you sitting next to me isn't going to make me anymore talkative, you're annoying as hell." I laughed, "Thank you, that means I'm doing my job. Did you do the homework." Taejoon shook his head, "I didn't understand the last sixteen questions, English is hard as !" I rolled my eyes as a smile appeared on my lips, "Let me help you after school then." I was quite surprised when he agreed. Taejoon seemed pretty decent, I could sense the kindness in him when his temper boiled down. 

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