Jisoo had always regarded himself as an inquisitive individual.
He found gratification in asking questions that were not meant to be asked. He found contentment in understanding things that weren’t meant to be understood. He found fulfilment in knowing how things of complexity functioned; how all the tiny gears came together to create something significant.
Because there was a beauty in understanding; a beauty in comprehending. Because with understanding came the absence of naivety and ignorance. Which were two (out of the many) things that drove Jisoo absolutely insane.
But no matter how many questions he asked, there was still one thing that he couldn’t understand.
Well, not so much as a ‘Thing’ but more like a ‘Who’.
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Other than the fact that his name was Jisoo, and something about him made Junghan feel invulnerable.
Jungahn wanted to ask Jisoo why he looked at him like that. Why Jisoo looked at him like he mattered.
But it was awfully hard to ask anything when your voice refused to be heard.
When the bus came to a stop in front of the schools gates, Junghan quickly placed his broken pencil behind his ear, and his antiquated notebook into the pocket of his coat.
Jisoo noticed that he always wore the same one. It was navy in color, but most parts of the material had faded to a light blue, and it was always covered in these little wisps of white lint that would get caught in the zipper.
Sometimes, Junghan would struggle to fasten it closed because of them, and he’d furrow his eyebrows, and slightly poke his tongue out the side of his mouth in concentration, and Jisoo would convince himself that it wasn’t incredibly endearing.
Junghan rose from his seat, placing his schoolbag over one shoulder as Jisoo did the same. They both quietly exited the bus, and when Jisoo turned to face him, Junghan was already drifting into an ocean of unfamiliar faces and disappearing with the
He found gratification in asking questions that were not meant to be asked. He found contentment in understanding things that weren’t meant to be understood. He found fulfilment in knowing how things of complexity functioned; how all the tiny gears came together to create something significant.
Because there was a beauty in understanding; a beauty in comprehending. Because with understanding came the absence of naivety and ignorance. Which were two (out of the many) things that drove Jisoo absolutely insane.
But no matter how many questions he asked, there was still one thing that he couldn’t understand.
Well, not so much as a ‘Thing’ but more like a ‘Who’.
He couldn’t understand …show more content…
Other than the fact that his name was Jisoo, and something about him made Junghan feel invulnerable.
Jungahn wanted to ask Jisoo why he looked at him like that. Why Jisoo looked at him like he mattered.
But it was awfully hard to ask anything when your voice refused to be heard.
When the bus came to a stop in front of the schools gates, Junghan quickly placed his broken pencil behind his ear, and his antiquated notebook into the pocket of his coat.
Jisoo noticed that he always wore the same one. It was navy in color, but most parts of the material had faded to a light blue, and it was always covered in these little wisps of white lint that would get caught in the zipper.
Sometimes, Junghan would struggle to fasten it closed because of them, and he’d furrow his eyebrows, and slightly poke his tongue out the side of his mouth in concentration, and Jisoo would convince himself that it wasn’t incredibly endearing.
Junghan rose from his seat, placing his schoolbag over one shoulder as Jisoo did the same. They both quietly exited the bus, and when Jisoo turned to face him, Junghan was already drifting into an ocean of unfamiliar faces and disappearing with the