Ep.3
-School Rooftop-
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About three minutes after the bell rang signaling the last class, the door to the quiet and spacious rooftop opened. Soon after, Yeoju entered the rooftop, rattling her keys.
Why are you only coming now? You're slower than I thought.
He threw his bag against the wall opposite the entrance door and
Jimin, who was sitting on the floor with one leg raised, said to Yeoju.
"...Are you sure you finished all your classes?"
Giving a sly smile at the question, Jimin tilted his head and answered.
"Hmm... maybe?"
"I finished all my classes and even the closing assembly before coming here...?"
I think my sister is slow.
At Jimin's response, who stood up confidently dusting himself off, Yeoju wore a dejected expression. Shaking her head as if resigned to the situation, Yeoju went to the cleaning closet right next to the rooftop door.
He approached.
Dust scattered as the cleaning cabinet opened, and with the creaking door slightly ajar, Yeoju took out a dustpan and a broom and handed them to Jimin.
Here, take this.
Jimin, who had been standing there staring at the dustpan and broom for a long time,
He asked the female lead back with a look of disbelief.
"You're telling me to do it? The cleaning?"
"Didn't we come here to clean? We have to clean the rooftop."
"I thought he called me up to the rooftop or something, so I thought he was going to confess."
"What the hell is this sudden bullshit...?"
"Ah... wasn't it like that? The rooftop I know is that kind of place."
Jimin lowered his head, let out a smirk, and approached Yeoju. Yeoju began to back away as they became too close. Nevertheless, Jimin’s footsteps did not stop, and soon Yeoju’s back was forced to hit the wall.
"Don't you feel anything strange?"
"...Shut up, you're too close. Move away."
Yeoju placed her hands on Jimin's shoulders and began to push him away, but Jimin didn't budge. The more she did so, the closer the distance between them grew. Because Jimin had moved closer.
"...Doesn't something seem strange?"
Unable to bring herself to look directly at Jimin with his face so close, Yeoju turned her head and spoke.
"What on earth...!"
On the wall.
"Unnie, isn't there anything you've been seeing consistently similarly from that point in time?...... For example..."
"Like a woman's hair? Heh"
At Jimin's words, Yeoju blinked a few times and stared straight ahead with a startled look. Of course, Park Jimin was standing right in front of her.
"...You know, the rooftop wall... is quite rough and bumpy, so if you rub your hair against it a few times, it just sticks to you."
"You...this..."
"So, female students about the same height as you are pressing against the wall several times right where you are standing... why do you think they did that?"
I didn't come here to play these kinds of games with you. The parts I want to know are also
Not
Why? Isn't this fun?
Right now, in a state like this, just like me and my sister...
Who from which grade and class is clinging to whom and doing what kind of thing
Did he?
Jimin continued to talk to Yeoju with the corners of his mouth turned up, and Yeoju had no choice but to let out a shallow breath and press closer to the wall.
Shall we just look for it together?
Every single one of those hair owners.
"Shut up and get out of the way, Park Jimin. If you act like this..."
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At that moment, Jimin leaned his face closer to Yeoju, and
The female lead turned her head.
At the same time, Jimin's face was almost touching the back of Yeoju's ear, and since she could hear Jimin's breathing right next to her ear and feel his breath on her neck, Yeoju squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as possible.
"...Stop it, Park Jimin..."
Did Jimin sense the voice trembling as she gritted her teeth and trembled? Immediately, Jimin took a deep breath, turned his head slightly, and spoke close to Yeoju's ear.
"...You smell nice. What perfume are you wearing?"
After saying that one word, Jimin seemed to relax his body and was pushed back helplessly from Yeoju. Yeoju had no choice but to glare at Jimin, who was grinning slyly with a deeply furrowed brow, and soon after, she spoke to Jimin in an annoyed tone.
"What on earth are you doing...!"
Why? It's fun, haha.
"There's a limit to how much you can joke around. You came here to clean, and look what you're doing!"
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Jimin took a couple of steps closer to Yeoju and said.
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"This kind of thing isn't a method of education for me, Noona."
With those words, Jimin patted Yeoju's shoulder and walked away, roughly picked up the bag lying on the floor, slung it over his shoulder, and left for the rooftop.
Yeoju could not even catch Jimin and simply stared at her jagged shoulder, frowning without saying or doing anything. She just stood there motionless for a long time.
@Hmm...is this a bit racy? Or can I do a little more...?
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