Pretend You Don't Care ✿ Private, Jin

THIS IS MY HEART

The library was a pretty clean place, thanks to the ghost. Many of the students here had a complete disregard for books and how wonderful they truly are, thus had little care for them. It wasn't unusual for Olivia to spend a good part of her day either switching books to the correct shelves or tidying them up from the floor or tables when the students carelessly left them out. Of course most of this was so they would be in the correct places if another student was looking for the book, but also so there wouldn't be any accidents. Particularly any accidents that involved someone tripping over something and then a bookshelf falling onto of them crushing their school. Not like Olivia had that experience or anything...
But yet the girl was no help when it came to one's own clumsiness. Despite her daily regimen some people were just destined to be clumsy no matter what she did. And the thought? Was honestly terrifying to her. Humans were so soft and squishy compared to many of the beasts that roamed these lands, it was hard to tell what could kill them faster, be it an accident on intentional.

Which is why when the bookshelf next to her began to teeter, it caught Olivia's attention immediately. Though for the first couple of seconds she was too involved in her book to notice, after the flame on the candle flickered a bit too many times the ghost new something was up. Always an observational one, she was. Pink eyes blinked as she closed her book partly, the movement in the corner of her vision catching her attention. As if by instinct she let out a gasp, wincing back and awaiting it to fall just like it had on that fateful day, frozen by all the fear inside her cold body. But, after waiting a few seconds... It didn't. Slowly she opened one of her eyes, looking towards the bookshelf next to her, which was somehow still up. After a moment of staring and making sure it was clear Liv let out a breath of relief, happy it hadn't come tumbling down. Though she was dead who knows what could have happened if the bookshelf landed on top of the candle. It would have started a fire.
She opened her other eye once it was safe enough, noticing there was movement on the other side of the wooden block. Another student... Of course. Who else would be so careless as to almost set the whole building ablaze. Anger filled the girl's small frame, prickling at her none existent nerves. She ought to give them a piece of her mind! Olivia's lips pouted out, white eyebrows narrowed as she placed the book to the side and stood up to her feet in a huff. She walked the few steps forward needed and twisted around the corner, standing just a few inches away from the figure with glaring pink optics.
"You bumbling buffoon! Do you not realize you almost set fire to the whole sc-" The girl stopped mid sentence as her anger subsided into pure awe, tracing the boy up and down. She recognized his look so easily now that she knew who it was. Those gorgeous locks of brown hair, his delicate facial features... The red robe that so casual showed off his muscles... It was no other than pop idol Jiho Yoon.
The myth, the man, the legend himself. They very man who has been the object of the heiress' affection for years!
Though no blood ran through her body the girl's cheeks blushed a bright blue, remembering all of the posters she had of him back home on her wall. He looked just the same in person. Oh how glorious this was!
Olivia's normally fowl mood lightened significantly, even becoming rather sheepish in the man's presence. Unsure of how to react she fidgeted in place. "Oh my... Mister Jiho Yoon... W-What a pleasure it is to finally meet you." She stumbled out just barely. Thrusting her hand forward she would hope the man would return her gesture in greeting, though if he tried to he would fine his hand phasing right through her. In fact, by now Olivia's body had gained a light blue aura around it, turning semi transparent and misty. "I-I've been your biggest fan for years! I-I'm even the president of the MJYFC. That's Mistere Jiho Yoon fan club for short. W-What are you doing at such a dreary school such as this one? N-Not that i'm complaining of course, it's just strange that you would come and be around the commoners so freely." By now she was just rambling one hundred miles per hour, even breaking her own rule of being quiet in the library. But she was just so flustered, she wasn't even aware.

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Jin... He asked her to call him Jin... What was next, he would ask her hand in marriage? She was shocked. No, actually, very astonished that he would allow her the pleasure to call him such a personal nickname. She usually just called him Jiho Yoon when referring to him, merely because made her feel a little closer to him despite not actually knowing him. Was that weird? Maybe it was. This was awkward...
The blush would stay on her cheeks, nodding her head in response to him asking her to change the name of the fan club she ran. She could understand why, and respected his wishes. "O-Of couse, Jiho- erm... Jin. If you wish i'll be happy to change it." She corrected herself, half awkward smile still plastered upon her lips. She didn't even mind when her hand phased right through his, nor did she actually notice. Due to her intense emotions upon meeting her idol her body was finding it hard to maintain its physical form which normally required a good amount of concentration.
When he placed his finger upon his lips Olivia repeated the action herself, a confirmation she was listening despite her pretty intense fangirling. Her pink eyes widened, feeling herself tingle with joy when he spoke of his comeback. His comeback? So he was here for muse... Perhaps a little strange that he chose a school of all places to gather muse from, but she wasn't about to question her most favorite person in the world. As long as he kept the music coming he could get his muse from a dirty bathroom stall for all she cared.

Ah... Right... Her name. She had completely forgotten to introduce herself to him. How idiotic she was...
Olivia removed the finger from her lips, gathering enough of her concentration to start turning physical once again slowly but surely. She bowed her head, just as he had done to her.
"Apologizes, forgive my rudeness. I'm Olivia. Olivia H-" she stopped herself just before she could state her last name, her eyes blinking as if she was taking a moment to calculate the repercussions of doing so. Her family was pretty hated among the pure blood and hybrid bestials. And Jin? Was one of them. If she told him what family she came from she ran the possibility of him hating her... And she couldn't have that, that would completely shatter what little bit of happiness she still had. The heiress bit back, returning back to the physical realm completely upon realizing this.
"... Just Olivia."

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It was cheesy. It was so goddamn cheesy. If anyone else had told her her face was pretty they probably would have ended up with a bloody nose... But Jin just called her pretty. Doing as she was told, her frown faded and a small smile replaced it. Jin called her pretty. Her idol called her pretty. The blue blush returned over her pale face, even stronger now than before. Her figure pulsated, but only very slowly and not completely faded like before. She hadn't felt this way in such a long time... What was this feeling? Happiness, yes. It defiantly was. But there was something more mixed into it, something that made her head tingle and chest flutter. It was happiness in the most extreme sense. At least, that's what she was going to call it. Extreme happiness. But well, she did just jump into her idol randomly and was called pretty by him. This was anyone's dream if they admired another person so much.
For the rest of the conversation the ghost could only nod, merely half listening to the rest of it as she started to become a little light headed. It was like his lips were moving, but only a few words really reached her in full. Wow... Extreme happiness really did make you feel a little strange, huh? As someone who didn't feel this way often it was a little scary, but not something Olivia was about to rejected.
When he placed his pinky finger in front of her the ghost girl's attention finally fulled turned to him again. At first, his finger, before she looked up to his face.
... What were they making a promise on?... Oh, right. Rewinding their conversation in her head he asked her to not reveal that he was here. Why, of course she would accept. Why would she ever go against him? She would understand not wanting people to know who you were. If only she had that same pleasure.
Trying to get over the fact they were apparently on nickname basis already (as she only now recognized that he used her own also) she hesitantly held out her hand towards his before hooking her pinky with his own and lightly squeezing it around his.

... She was never going to wash that pinky ever again.

"I promise, wholeheartedly."
The blush faded slightly into a feathered amount, a sheepish smile still tugging on the corner of her lips while she placed her hand back to her side.
She looked away from him, a little embarrassed that she was so star struck and being rather silly in front of him.
"Sadly i do not own a camera. But..." Pulling out a small pink notebook she would hold it out to him, a small black pen clipped to the cover of it "...An autograph would do just as fine."
Then she could show it to the rest of the club. They would surely be jealous and call her a fake... But Olivia would not mind. She knew she met him, that's all she needed.

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The ghost grabbed at her notebook as soon as the idol had finished, not forcefully, but rather with a rather firm grip. He had written more than his signature, given that it should only a few seconds to write a couple of letters. She was anxious to see what he had to say, obvious by the way she had been twitching and watching him carefully through out the entire process.
Olivia flipped to the page, scanning over the message, her eyes so hard it was like she was attempting to ingrain them into her retinas. As she scanned every line the further she went down the softer those pink orbs grew. He was so kind, so sweet. He had always been the type to thank his fans for everything they had done for him, unlike most of them. These days idols only cared about the fame and money, but not Jin. From day one he had always been genuine, even Olivia could tell. He was actually grateful for all he had. Such a wonderful person... And she actually got to meet him.
The heir closed the book and held it close to her chest, choosing to hug the book instead of Jin so she wouldn't make him uncomfortable and make herself a fool. Well, even more of a fool.
"This exceeds them. Thank you so much." She couldn't wipe the goofy grin off of her face.

That was, until he referenced the way she had treated him before she recognized who she was actually in the company of. The girl's face grew worried, mortified that he may think she was trying to insult him.
Well... She was... But she didn't mean it now, not to him. She shook her head feverishly.
"No no! You're not a buffoon! I wasn't sure who was in here with me. A lot of students disregard the importance of books and mess it up, so i normally have to clean it up. But i trust you, of course." Maybe she was being a bit bias, but after such a lovely note she couldn't help but give him her full trust, even if anyone else wouldn't that get sort of treatment. He knew the importance of books, surely.

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