「 Jenny ♡ Doojoon 」

[Listen to: 천사와 나무꾼 (The Angel and the Woodman) by FT Island]

Author's Note: One-shot for BooJen. I can't find you! D':
Switched some stuff up. (:

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“Annyeonghaesyo, je ireumeun Doojoon imnida. (Hello, my name is Doojoon.)” I went through the standard line, taking up a note pad and pencil. “Can I get you anything?”

“Uh..” The girl fidgeted behind the counter. “Do you serve froy—frozen yogurt?”

“Froyo?” I scratched my temple with a pencil. “Nope, we have ice cream though.”

She smiled timidly, nodding her head.

“Flavor?”

“Chocolate, please.”

“O-kay!” I swiveled to the freezer behind me, pulling out the gallon of chocolate ice cream and scraping two scoops of its contents into a small waffle cone. “Here you go—” I felt my foot slide out from under me. I slipped on a chip of ice.

The cone flew from my hand… and landed on the girl’s purple shirt.

“Err…” I held out a napkin dispenser. I would’ve wiped it off myself, but.. uh.. the ice cream was.. on her chest area. Way to friggin’ go, Doojoon. I sighed inwardly. “I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

“S’okay. Really.” She chuckled with just a hint of surprise evident in her laugh. “It was an accident. No worries.” The girl looked up from blotting her shirt as I held out another chocolate-scoop cone.

“No charge.” I winked, hoping manager-noona wouldn’t see.

“K-kamsahamnida. (Thanks.) Doojoon-sshi.” She smiled lightly, taking the cone and walking out.

She looked cute, strolling around the corner of the street. Her hair was being pushed back by the slight breeze. She was eating her ice cream all graceful, or whatever. If there ever were such a thing, I laughed to myself. A giant chocolate stain completely noticeable on her purple shirt. My chuckling became audible.

"Doojoon-ah?!" Manager-noona called from the back. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, noona." I smiled, wiping the counter.

"Everyone," Seonsaengnim (teacher) called. "We have a new student joining us for the semester."

Durrrrrr... I lifted my head long enough to see the classroom door slide open.

"Kim Jenny will be with us for graduation. Treat her well. Yadda yadda ya. You know the rest, kids." Seonsaengnim crumpled up the papers in his hand. "Jenny, please take that empty seat next to Yoon Doojoo—YAH! DOOJOON-AH!"

"NEH!" I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"Annyeonghaseyo, je ireumeun Kim Jenny imnida. (Hi, my name's Kim Jenny.)" Someone with a familiar angelic voice said.

"Hi," I sleepily turned to face the owner of that voice. "I'm Yoon—"

"Doojoon." She finished for me, laughing. "Yeah, I know. You threw ice cream at me yesterday, remember?"

"Eh?" My bleary eye-sight cleared up, and I saw the cute girl in the purple shirt. Rather, the same girl but wearing my school's uniform. Err... "That was an accident, but I'm still so sorry!" I bowed my head, resulting in me smacking my forehead against the desktop.

"It's no big deal." Jenny removed my hands from my head, examining the growing red spot. "Seems clumsiness is just second nature to you." She cracked a grin.

I sloppily grinned back. She hadn't let go of my hands. I bit my lip, avoiding eye contact.

"Eh?" Jenny dropped my wrists and grabbed my face. "Something wrong? Are you feeling okay? Your face is turning red!"

"I-I'm fine." I glanced up, meeting her eyes. Aish.

The noise in the room melted away into a barely audible buzz when I gazed into those eyes. Her cool hands felt even cooler against my face. My heartbeat thudded so loudly, I thought the whole world could hear it.

"Kyah!" Jenny interjected, smushing my cheeks together. "Doojoon-ah! You're so weird!"

"Yaaaah!" I tried to grin, but the way my face was contorted at the moment prevented me of the privilege. And before I could stop myself, I leaned forward.

Closer to cutie that sat next to me. To those lips. To those squishable cheeks. To those eyes.

Those eyes—whose pupils dilated.

"I like weird." Jenny giggled.

And I could tell, even before she said that, my last semester as a senior would be one to remember.