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Jisuk smiled to Heejung holding her sketchbook in his hand. Heejung dropped the blankets and her jaw was open in shock."w-when did you find that? Give it back to me!" She tried to grab it out of his hand. Jisuk chuckled at her actions. "Did you miss me that badly, Heejung?" Heejung turned a bright shade of red at the picture she drew of jisuk."you're wrong. I just happened to doodle something random. " She denied. "Yeah. I'll pretend thats the truth." he retorted back. He toyed with her by making it impossible to reach her sketchbook. "This is fun. " he thought. Just then Heejung stopped and lowered her head down and suddenly looked up and grinned. He became puzzled. Just as he was about to stop, Heejung used her hands and tickled him under his arms. Surprised by this, he dropped the sketchbook and laughed while squirming. Using this as her chance, she snatched her book. "Don't ever look through someone else's stuff without permission! Understand?!" She scorned upset. Jisuk calmed down and nodded that he understood. "Plus, I don't think my drawings are good." She added. Jisuk looked at her warmly and spoke, "I think it's wonderful. It seems to me that you have talent." He meant that. It occurred to him that while he was flipping through her drawings, he felt a sense of peace and longing. "You just need have self confidence and believe in yourself." Heejung didn't say anything for a bit. She looked happy but sad at the same time. She didn't say anything and turned to go to her bedroom. "Wait." Heejung stopped. "I want to ask you something." Jisuk quietly said. Heejung turned to him. "Sorry, but when I was looking through your drawings, there was one picture I didn't know." He paused but then continued. "That picture. The one that looks like a flower but it looks so puffy and light that it seems like it can fly away with a blow. What is it?" Heejung wondered for awhile and answered. "Jisuk, are you talking about a dandelion?" Jisuk tilted his head. "A dandelion?" He questioned. Heejung opened her sketchbook and flipped it to a certain page. "Are you talking about this drawing?" She pointed out to him. "That's the one." He replied. Heejung glanced at him. Why are interested in it?" Jisuk looked towards the window as if he were looking out into the distant. "When I was at the park earlier I saw that that plant. It looked fragile and sad. I didn't know what it was. So when I saw it in your drawing book. I just wanted to know." There was something about that fragile plant that reminded of himself. It appealed to him the most. But what about it was it that interested him? He didn't know or remember for that matter. He glanced back at Heejung who gave him a small but comforting smile. "You know, a dandelion is a plant people use for wishes. It's kind of like a superstitious belief." She informed him. "Wish, huh?" He thought to himself. Suddenly, a jolt of pain flicked inside his head. He slightly staggered and fell to the floor. Heejung quickly realizing that jisuk was in pain, ran to him. "Jisuk! Are you ok?" She put her her forehead to his. "No fever. That's good." She sighed. Jisuk felt his pain go away and looked up and met her chocolate amber eyes staring back at him. He felt his face turn little red and his heart stir up quickly. Her soft cool but warm forehead against his, felt intimate and wanted to remain in that position forever. Yet, Heejung seemed to realize what kind of situation they were in. She quickly pulled back and got up. "I-it seems to me you're ok." She stuttered as she fanned her pink blushed face. "Just so you know, a dandelion might look weak and may disappear when you blow, but" she looked at him in the eyes seriously,"they will grow and come back as new reborn flowers that makes new wishes for other people. I believe that dandelions carry memories of the wishes that people want. Even if people make these wishes and forgets about it, I'm pretty certain that dandelions won't forget. Plus, they're my favorite flowers." As soon as she said that, jisuk felt something wet on his face. His tears were formed and went trickling down his cheeks. He felt like somewhere inside of him feel secure and acceptance. "Why am I crying?" He thought as he wiped his tears away quickly. He didn't want Heejung to think that he was weak. Heejung looked at him with wonder and confusion as to why he cried just now but then she must have thought it wasn't her business to pry at it. She kept quiet about it. Jisuk was really thankful that Heejung was understanding about it and was glad that she was different from the other girls he met. He wanted her to stay same and never change.
Heejung feeling quite puzzled by his sudden outburst of tears but she decided to not ask. It wasn't something could she could ask out in the open. She sensed that it was something that was important to jisuk. After all, it wasn't her business. Heejung looked at him and gave him a small comforting smile. Then she turned to go to her bedroom when jisuk questioned her. "Hey, I was wondering." Heejung turned around. Jisuk continued. "What made you compelled to draw the dandelion?" She shrugged her shoulders. "If you ask me that all of a sudden, I don't know what to say. I suppose it's because of the superstition for me as well. I mean, all my life I've been forced to do things that I didn't want to do. My mom pushed me to be the best and it exhausted me, honestly. I disappointed her. I couldn't become the daughter she wanted. After the divorce of my parents, it became worse. She would criticize me and looked down on me. Even now I still feel as if I'm still in her shadows. So I would try to do my best to achieve my wish: to be free. Rather than relying on the wishes to help me get through, I like to do things with effort. Besides, I'm not that desperate to wish for things on a whim. So seeing dandelions kind of give me strength and energy." After finishing her statement, she looked at jisuk. To her surprise he looked at her with awe and astonishment. "I-it's not something to be inspired by!" She stammered. Still, she felt a tiny bit happy about it. "I see. So that's why your drawing is captivating. I love it." Jisuk claimed seriously. Heejung tingled with embarrassment and happiness. Her cheeks and her face turned bright red. Her eyes opened a bit bigger. "W-w-what? Really?" She audibly asked. Jisuk nodded. "Thanks." Heejung thanked. Still flushed, she rushed to her room saying ,"well, goodnight!" As soon as she got in, she closed the door and jumped with her face flat on the bed. She couldn't believe all this happened in one day. It was cool. She had a good looking roommate who was kind, she are ramen which she doesn't eat much, and she drew her drawings. She smiled to herself and hoped that everyday would be exciting like now. She slowly closed her eyes and was pulled into a deep slumber hoping for a good day the next day.
i felt lazy lately...so this chapter is short