She suddenly bumps into me as the guy before her stepped back, getting my hand to cup her waist, but she whirls around and takes one of the earbuds, that I did not see under her hair, out.

"I'm sorry," she bows to me, and I smile instantly at the sound of her voice. "It's okay," I run my fingers through my hair, but the hand that holds her earbud goes towards her mouth as if her body was instinctively reacting to some shyness that has been provoked by our contact.

This is awkward, but this is the first time we actually address each other.

She turns back towards the checkout and steps forth to order her lunch, but another guy joins the one who is serving her, and he tells me to do it as well, at the same time, so I move and order my favorite sandwich.

Should I stay here like I want to or this will be too creepy? She is not going to believe that I am a weirdo, right? She stares at me all the time, so if I am a weirdo, she is one as well.

Once I just need to wait for the man to make the sandwich, I take a peek at her in a discreet manner, smelling her fragrance that drives me crazy. We both catch each other getting too interested in one another, but she does not break the eye contact, so I do it and bite my lips that were about to curve up into a smile.

"Here you are, Miss," the one who served her hands her the burrito she ordered like she did yesterday, and she walks away but picks a table to stay here and not leave the place. Then, I finally get my food as well and take it, I turn around, wondering whether I should leave or not but deciding what is the best in a quick second.

I sit at a table near hers.

I do not have the balls to actually go up to her and start a conversation. No way I would be able to do that, or at least not yet.

I unwrap my lunch to not leave it unopened, and I bite into it. I take my bag off of my shoulders and open it to take my can of peach juice out, and I drink after feeling thirsty for a bit too long.

An idea just popped into my head though. What if I write a note and leave it on her table before going out to flee away like a coward and not face what I did?

I love this idea and the scenario that is already happening. I need to do this, otherwise, I will never be able to talk to her. I take another bite of my sandwich but look in my bag to get my notebook, and a pen out. I tear a piece of paper in two, and I think about what could work the best.

I need to make her smile, not feel uncomfortable.

I press the top of my pen against my bottom lip and try to find the best type of note, diving into my thoughts and remaining there for a moment.

'YOUR P.O.V'

My eyes land their attention on everything in this room as I am doing my best to avoid the boy I am attracted to. However, once I let my want control my actions and see him toy with the top of his pen against his soft lips, I cannot help feeling some butterflies.

I need to not imagine how good this must feel to kiss him. I need to be a normal human, not some sort of weird person who is way too obsessed with someone they do not even know personally.

I clear my mind the best way possible by shoving the burrito in my mouth and chewing on it, but his big eyes stare back through my soul without warning me. My pulse hits me hard under my skin, and I slide my food even further inside after throwing my look in another direction. I always embarrass myself. I love my life.

I do not dare to look away anymore but only give attention to my burrito. I enjoy my food while ignoring the beating of my heart and my anxiousness, and I sip on my orange juice.

I run my fingers through my hair to put them more properly, watching a video and sipping on my drink. A piece of paper suddenly comes within sight, with a veiny hand from which the nails are painted. I look up to see what is happening, already knowing by the hand who it is, but he walks out of the place.

What is this? Is it going to tell me I am ugly? Weird? Or tell me to stop looking at him all the time?

I put my phone and grab the piece of paper that he folded, and I open it, praying for this to be good. Once his handwriting is visible, I read what he left on this.

_ I'm not saying that I'm too shy to talk to you in person, but that's exactly what I want to say...so...Hello (｡･･｡) _

I smile like an idiot at how cute this is but keep this note. This is the most adorable thing ever. I did not expect something like this from him. He looks way too much like a bad boy, but this note, this makes him the cutest boy ever. He shows some explicit selfies of him to many people, but he cannot face a random girl to talk? I doubt this a little.

No matter what, I put this note in my pocket to not lose it, and I grab hold of my bag to leave the place, and I throw the trash out to get out of here but check Instagram.

How am I going to answer him? Should I send him a message there or write a note and give it to him when we are in the same class?

Not wanting to do it by text, I keep this as an option if the note does not work, and I go back to the campus.

It does not take me long, so only two minutes are enough for me to reach the garden. With no surprise, my brain only asks for Jungkook. We have design studies class together this afternoon, so I might use it as a perfect opportunity to answer him.

I do not behave like an obvious girl but only make my way to the dorms since I do not want to hang out with my friends right now but be alone. I walk up the stairs and head to my room, this one that is only occupied by me because I am lucky.

I enter it and close the door behind me, and I take my shoes off to walk up to my bed and end on it. I drop my bag on the floor and lie down to take a few minutes of peacefulness and read Jungkook's note again.

I do not even know why my heart is beating so fast. We do not know each other, we are just together for some classes, we both follow each other on Instagram and like each other's posts, and for some unknown reason, we have been making eye contact a lot.

Those eye contacts that make my inside go insane because of how intimidating his eyes and stares are.

I stop thinking about him and grab my bag without sitting up but moving like an idle. I get my notebook out and get a pencil. I am ready to answer, I need to make sure I do not forget anything, I need to imagine what will happen if I ever say a certain sentence. For someone like me, this is not as simple as it seems.

I rest my hands on my stomach and think about what to write. This was a bit awkward, so it is okay if I am as well. The thing is that he managed to make it cute, which I will not be able to do because I have a knack for making people uncomfortable.

Anyway, I lift the notebook up to bring it closer to my face and write something down.

I bite my lips but cannot stand how cringy this is. What should I say anyway? I am so bad at this. I give up on trying to get something more from my brain and leave it like this. I tear this page up and make it smaller, then I fold it and put it over my nightstand to keep it for later. Jungkook's note goes right into one of my drawers though, I am not throwing this out, this is way too precious.

•••

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I enter the class after arguing with Hojun and Kimoon, but playfully. We all hurry to get to the chairs we take every time we are here, and I sit down between them. "I'm getting next to someone else today," Kimoon changes our plans while Hojun went down on the chair on my right, so I check where he is going without paying much attention to it. I get my laptop out of my bag to place it on the table and take a look at the guy by my side. "Have you studied?"

"Studied?" he makes a dumb face and chuckles. "What does that mean? Speak English, please," his reply gets me to laugh, and I shake my head out of disbelief.

Feeling someone on my right, I peek at them as they are sitting down, but as soon as I realize who this is, my eyes make a beeline for Kimoon who freaking betrayed me, and this piece of shit smirks, proud of what he has done.

She is right next to me, she is going to stay here for two hours. This is not real.

I nibble on my inner lip, but Hojun kicks my calf and lets out an 'Oh' that is, in no way, discreet. I cover my mouth with my hand while holding a pen, and I give him the look that tells him to shut up and not do anything stupid. The only thing he does is scoff at my face and already show all the satisfaction that he feels about this situation that our friend put me in.

I hate them both.

I pretend to be okay and just open my laptop, the teacher speaking as everyone sat down. I heave my hand up to my lips and fiddle with them, looking for a way to decrease the amount of anxiousness that is boiling inside of me. I slide my finger over my laptop pad to open the application that will allow me to take some notes and continue where I stopped last time, and I pass my hand through my hair to pull them back, sitting on my chair properly since 'Nounours' is close to me.

My eyes have a glimpse of her screen wallpaper out of curiosity. I expected a picture of a guy, a singer, or something, but no, it is a pretty, aesthetic wallpaper, that I love more than mine.

Remembering about the damn glasses I have to wear at the sight of hers on her nose, I get them out of my bag and their case, and I put them on. Now, the only thing I am thinking about is the note I gave her earlier. This one note on which I forgot to write my phone number like a dumbass. What has she thought about it? I wish I could have seen her reaction when she read it.

To relieve my nervousness, I part my lips and pass my piercing over my teeth.

•••

The last minutes of this class going by as the silence is remaining in the room for everyone to pass a test, I check all the answers that I have given to make sure I did not forget anything.

A sneeze coming from the girl next to me startles me like ever, and my hand flies right up to my chest as an instinct reaction. I was so focused in this quietness that this nearly gave me a heart attack, but once we both look at each other, we laugh. "I'm sorry," she whispers to not get caught by the teacher, but I shake my head. "It's okay," I bite my lips and gaze down at my test.

She scared the hell out of me, but I am fine.

I put my pencil down now that I am done with this, and the bell rings, meaning this is perfect timing for me. I tidy up and gather up my stuff to put it back in my bag as everyone is doing, but 'Nounours' stands up before me, and she grabs her test to leave.

However, she lays a piece of paper next to my test, so I set my eyes on her, but she flees away before we could even make eye contact. I take hold of this note and stand up.

"What is it?" Hojun cannot keep his curiosity to himself, but I do not permit him to know about this. "Nothing," I avoid him by walking away very quickly, and I reach the teacher's desk to leave my test on it and head out.

Since I am alone and that I cannot wait to see what she wrote, I open the note and read it.