KISS HER

Lisa ran down the hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls as she chased after Jimin, who had just exited the classroom. "Wait!" she called out, her voice ringing through the corridor.

Jimin slowed to a stop, turning to face her with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Before, I was the stalker," he teased, "but you are now the new stalker. What do you want?"

Lisa's cheeks flushed slightly as she smiled, trying to play off Jimin's jab. "I'm not stalking you," she protested. "All I want to say is that we should plan our strategy for the competition since we're on the same team."

Jimin's expression turned nonchalant, his eyes glazing over with disinterest. "Ugh, we are on the same team," he acknowledged. "I don't have time for practice, though. I'm going to play basketball now."

Lisa's face fell, her enthusiasm dampening at Jimin's clear lack of interest. She tried to persuade him, but Jimin's mind was already made up, his attention focused on the basketball game ahead.

Lisa asked Jimin, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "Can I play?"

Jimin halted, turning to face her with a hint of surprise. "Are you good at basketball?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Lisa's gaze dropped, her shoulders slumping in embarrassment. She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I don't know."

Jimin's expression turned skeptical, but Lisa's face lit up with determination. "You could teach me, right?" she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Jimin's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing. For a moment, Lisa felt like he could see right through her. Then, a small smile played on his lips. "You can join," he said, his voice low and smooth.

As they walked towards the basketball pitch, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air. The pitch was a bustling hub of activity, with students milling about, eager to start their games. The smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of bouncing balls created an electric atmosphere, pulsating with energy.

The whistle rang out, shrill and loud, and the students began to disperse, leaving the pitch empty except for Jimin and Lisa.

Lisa looked around, confusion etched on her face. "Wait, what's happening?" she asked Jimin, who was watching her with an amused glint in his eye.

"We came too late," Jimin said, his voice teasing. "Because of you stalking me."

Lisa's face flushed, and she playfully hit Jimin's arm. "Wait, my chance of learning basketball is gone?" she protested, her eyes sparkling with disappointment..

As Jimin's words hung in the air, Lisa felt a pang of disappointment wash over her. She sighed helplessly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Uh, bad timing," she said, referring to the fact that they had missed their chance to play basketball with the others.

But Jimin's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Wait, that doesn't mean we can't play," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Lisa's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowing in concern. "Are we going to violate school laws?" she asked, her voice laced with hesitation.

Jimin chuckled, his shoulders shrugging in a careless gesture. "Uhhhh, got any more plans?" he asked, his tone teasing.

Lisa's face broke into a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Nope. Okay, let's do it," she said, her voice filled with determination.

She ran off to collect the ball, her ponytail bouncing behind her. Jimin watched her, a small smile playing on his lips.

As she returned with the ball, Jimin began to teach her the basics of basketball. He showed her how to dribble, his hands guiding hers as they bounced the ball on the court. He demonstrated how to shoot, his arms extending upwards as he released the ball.

Lisa watched, her eyes wide with concentration, as Jimin moved around the court, his feet gliding smoothly across the floor. She tried to mimic his movements, but her own attempts were clumsy and awkward.

As they played, Lisa's frustration grew. She couldn't seem to get the hang of it, and Jimin's easy skill only made her feel more inadequate.

"You're cheating!" she accused, her voice rising in anger.

Jimin's eyes widened in confusion. "How?" he asked, his tone innocent.

Lisa's face twisted in a scowl. "You know how to play. I mean, you literally scored more than five goals in the past limit, but I haven't."

Jimin's smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Because I'm good, and you're still a learner," he said, his tone smug.

Lisa's face darkened, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "No, that's not the problem," she said, her voice firm.

Jimin's eyebrows rose, his expression curious. "Then what is it?" he asked.

Lisa's voice rose, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm shorter than you. You're so tall, unlike me, who can't even throw the ball up to the post. The post is high, and I haven't even gotten close to it, talk more of throwing the ball."

Jimin's laughter burst out, his eyes shining with amusement. But he quickly covered his mouth, his expression turning serious.

Lisa's face twisted in a scowl. "Yah, stop. Don't laugh. Stop," she warned, her voice firm.

Jimin's eyes sparkled with mirth, but he nodded, his expression turning serious.

Lisa's determination returned, her eyes shining with resolve. "I want to at least throw a ball, and then we're done for the day, so we can follow up on our practice."

Jimin nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He handed her the ball, and then he raised her up to the post, his hands grasping her waist as he lifted her off the ground.

Lisa's body was suspended in mid-air, her feet dangling above the floor. She felt a rush of excitement, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she looked down at Jimin's face, she felt a flutter in her stomach. His eyes were locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's response was simple. "Throw the ball."

Lisa's gaze dropped, her eyes focusing on the ball in her hands. She took a deep breath, her arm extending upwards as she threw the ball.

But it didn't go well. The ball sailed through the air, only to fall short of the post. Jimin's laughter echoed through the court, his eyes shining with amusement.

As he lowered Lisa to the ground, she felt a rush of disappointment. "Another shot, please?" she asked, her voice determined.

Jimin nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He raised her up again, his hands grasping her waist as he lifted her off the ground.

Lisa's heart pounded in her chest, her senses heightened as she threw the ball again. But it fell wrong, sailing through the air only to land with a thud on the court.

Jimin's laughter echoed through the court, his eyes shining with amusement. "Uh," he chuckled, his voice low and husky.

Lisa's face twisted in a scowl. "Yah, the problem's not me, it's you. You can't hold me well"she challenge as she was dropped down slowly but suddenly Jimin came to her so close that there lips almost crash I together.

what is he going to do now kiss me or what

lisa thought but instead jimin utter"just admit your mistake"he said but lisa draw back withdrawing from him as she sighed "what wrong?"he asked

"nothing.i thought you were going to kis....s.. m...e"she quickly covered her mouth for what she just said "you thought i was going to kiss you ..."he asked

"i don't know lets just go "she said as she left the pitch.

kiss her.....