Chapter 50
The evening air enveloped me like a gentle caress, its soft whispers a balm to my frazzled nerves. Earlier, Jo's dinner invitation had left me feeling like a trapped bird,I'd ignored him, choosing instead to let the weight of my thoughts settle like a physical burden on my shoulders.
Now, as I strolled through the school, the silence was almost palpable. Students lounged in scattered groups, their laughter and whispers weaving a soothing melody into the evening's fabric. I walked, my footsteps echoing off the buildings, the sound a steady heartbeat in the stillness.
The swimming pool came into view, its gate ajar, a shiver ran down my spine as curiosity pricked at my mind, I hesitated, my feet seemingly rooted to the spot, as the pool's quietness beckoned me closer...
I stepped into the pool area, the bright lights enveloping me like a warm glow. The place was quiet, except for the soft hum of the life in the background. I walked cautiously, my eyes scanning the surroundings, memories of the previous incident still fresh in my mind.
As I moved towards the water's edge, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat. A person's hair was floating on the surface, but there was no sign of the person moving, It was as if they were submerged underwater, their hair drifting lazily on the surface.
My gaze locked onto the scene, a sense of unease creeping over me. Who was this person, and why were they underwater? I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that something was off...
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Somebody help! Somebody help!" My voice echoed off the pool's walls as I knelt down beside the water's edge. The person remained eerily still, which only heightened my panic.
I shouted again, "Help! Help!" but my cries seemed to fall on deaf ears. The campus was quiet, and I was alone. In desperation, I jumped into the water, despite my fear.
As I struggled through the water towards the person. The figure broke the surface, gasping for air, and our eyes met in a flash of mutual awareness. It was Jason – or hyun min, as some called him.
His voice was a monotone whisper, devoid of inflection or emotion. "You're creating a scene." He stated it as a fact, his gaze drifting over me with a detachment that was almost palpable.
"I was just trying to take a break..to clear my head" he added, his eyes never leaving mine.
My gaze locked onto his eyes, and for a moment, I glimpsed a flicker of sadness, a depth of emotion that seemed to simmer beneath the surface. But it vanished as swiftly as it appeared, replaced by amask of indifference.
"Oh, at least you should have moved your hands or something." I murmured, attempting to dismiss the fleeting impression,I glanced at him,my words tumbling forth in a rush. "I'm sorry, I thought something happened. I didn't realize it was you; if I had, I wouldn't have leapt in like a lunatic."
A flush of embarrassment rose to my cheeks as I apologized for my overreaction. "Sorry for disturbing your break," I added, striving to diffuse the tension.
But as I turned to exit the pool, his hand darted out, his fingers wrapping around my arm like a vice. I felt a jolt of surprise at the sudden contact, and our eyes met in a flash of mutual awareness. His grip was firm, yet gentle, and I sensed an unspoken message in the pressure of his touch. My eyes searched his, seeking answers to the unspoken questions that hung between us like an unresolved melody.
His gaze drifted to my lips, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Without a word, he leaned in, his mouth brushing against mine in a gentle, exploratory kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine.
His kiss deepened, and I felt a rush of emotions, a mix of surprise and longing. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around him, deepening the kiss. A rush of sensations flooded over me. His lips tasted like mint and strawberry, a sweet and inviting combination that sent sparks through my entire body. I couldn't bring myself to stop; it was as if time stood still around us.
His tongue moved with an unexpected confidence, expertly dancing with mine, igniting a fire deep within. Every lingering second felt electric, intoxicating, and I savored every moment—the taste, the warmth, the way our bodies instinctively drew closer together.
I was lost in the rhythm of it, my heart racing in sync with the pulsing thrill that washed over me. There was no thought of retreat; I was captivated, powerless to resist the urge to explore this thrilling connection. It was a kiss that felt like it could unravel everything I thought I knew about us, and in that moment, I couldn't help but embrace it fully.
Our lips moved in perfect harmony, as if we'd been here before. The gentle exploration turned into a passionate connection, our hearts beating as one. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us, lost in the beauty of our shared kiss.
Then it dawned on me,what was I doing?...I roughly pulled away from him, a very big confusion written all over my face, just like the rush of emotions flooding my heart. What the hell just happened? "Wait, I don't understand what this is supposed to mean," I stammered, desperately trying to process the sudden kiss.
He stepped out of the pool, droplets of water cascading down his toned body, glistening under the sunlight. My eyes were inexplicably drawn to the way the water clung to his skin. He took a step closer, and whispered, "You didn't push me away. It's obvious you liked it."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. Was it true? Did I like the kiss? It was unexpected, thrilling, yet terrifying all at once. My heart raced, caught between wanting to embrace this new connection and the fear of what it might mean.
I struggled to come out of the pool,using the steps, my legs trembling beneath me. I glared at him, trying to hide the turmoil brewing inside. "What do you mean i liked it??...you started it..besides,don't think it means anything," I muttered.
He raised an eyebrow, his smile growing wider. "I didn't think it did?" His tone was infuriatingly calm, and I felt a surge of frustration.
"Good," I snapped, turning to walk away. But my feet felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. I couldn't bring myself to leave, not yet. My eyes drifted back to him, and our gazes met. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension.
"You're shivering," he said finally, his voice softer now. He stood up, and before I could react, he wrapped his towel around my shoulders. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending a spark of electricity through me. I pushed the towel away, my heart racing. "I don't need your help," I lied, trying to sound steadier than I felt.
He chuckled again, the sound low and husky. "Sure you don't," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I turned and walked away, trying to escape the confusing emotions swirling inside me. But I could feel his eyes on me, watching me, and I knew this was far from over.