#kirschtein

shouty reijean

—;[part two]

"oi, idiot."

well, that's one way to greet someone.

rolling your eyes, you put down your bottle on the table before clasping your hands together and resting your head on it. you turn to look at your right and raised a brow at the person who just sat down.

"wow," you pause. "good morning to you too, kirschtein."

he shrugs his shoulders and grins at you, making you blush a little.

"good morning," he greets softly and you smile before looking at the bottle you were drinking from. you bite your lip as you trace the sides of the container, composing yourself to not combust because of your big fat crush on the boy. he observes you from where he's seated and shakes his head before he slides a piece of banana bread toward you, neatly wrapped in plastic.

there's a piece of folded paper placed on top of the banana bread. you look at him confused and you're met with a handsome smile from him and the tips of his ears are red.

"what's this?" you ask.

he grins sheepishly before getting up from his seat, patting your head before he turns his back from you and he starts to walk away. you're left hanging and you call out to him.

"oi, jean!! what the heck?"

he turns around to face you, now walking backwards.

"read the note, sweetheart."

ah, shit...

with that he winks at you and turns around before jogging a little to catch up with marco outside the classroom. your mouth is left slightly open, staring at where jean was, before you shake your head to get a grip on reality.

damn flirt.

there's no arguing that you're a blushing mess right now, and it makes you cover your face with your hands, stomping your feet a little. taking a deep breath you calm yourself down before removing the note taped to the plastic. opening it, your heart rate picks up.

oh, jean. he's so cheesy.

"do you wanna grab coffee later? because i like you a latte 😉"

biting your lip, you let out a little squeal and you had to bury your face in your hands, shaking your head. as you calmed down, you looked at the note again as you admired his neat handwriting and proposal, smiling to yourself you looked around the classroom for any witnesses, feeling relieved when no one was around.

well, little did you know jean was watching you the whole time from afar with a stupid smile on his face— he knows you'll say yes.

JEAN IS A MOOD

song: the feels — TWICE

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