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

_ Don't worry, I'm shy as well, I know how it feels;-; so...hello...and that was cute _

I grin but keep this in my pocket. "Come on!" my best friend jumps on me after rushing out of the class. "Show me. I wanna see. Have you made a move?"

"I won't tell you, leave me alone," my smile betrays me by exposing my shyness about this topic, and he chuckles. "You're fucking whipped for her."

"Shut up, I gotta go," I run away while giggling and escape this to go to my room. I slow down once I am on the first floor, and I reach my room. I enter it but quickly realize that I am first and that my roommate has not come back yet, so I take my shoes off, and I land on my flat on my bed. I had a good day, even if I had to pass three tests, I am good.

I wake up in a startle at the sound of the door getting opened, but once I see my roommate's face, I realize that I am in an embarrassing position. "Did you fall and doze off right away?" he makes fun of me, so I laugh but take my bag off of me and drop it on the floor to turn around and lie down on my back. "Bro...I'm tired..." I chuckle, but something bothers me. "And it's always so hot in here, damn," I take my hoodie off. "Can't I lower it a little?"

"How the fuck can you be hot? I just came back, and I'm freezing," this ice cube ruins my mood. "I swear I'm gonna walk around the room naked, I'm sweating right now," I throw my clothing on my bed. "Get naked, I don't care."

"But I'm gonna cause you some insecurities..." I joke with him, but he looks at me and sits down on his bed. "You think you would?" he raises his eyebrows at me, and I laugh. "I'm kidding."

"Anyway," he stretches and lies down. "How did your tests go?" he closes his zip-up hoodie and puts his hood on. "Kinda fine, but this might mean that I failed, so I don't know," I do not express any confidence about it. "Well, each time I find it easy it means I failed hard, so I hope that's different for you."

"Same," I chuckle to hide my nervousness, but I grab my hoodie to get the note out of the pocket, and I put it in my wallet. "What's that?"

"A note..." I smile but do not lie, and I lean towards the small fridge to get a can of peach juice. "Oh. A note. May I know from who it is?" he gets interested in this. "Well..." I clear my throat but drink, too shy to face the truth. "A girl," I tongue my inner cheek and hold my can between my thighs. "The only one I follow on Instagram."

"Ah okay, I see what's going on," he smirks but looks away to chill on his bed. I grin but let out a burst of laughter like a kid. "She's cute as hell. I can't help it."

"What's her name?" he questions me about something I wish I knew. "I don't know yet, I'm gonna ask her."

"You don't even know her name? Have you once talked to her at least?" he doesn't understand me, so I explain without being clear. "I just don't have the balls to go towards her, so we never talked."

"Ah okay, you're a pussy," he mocks me like a jerk, but I agree with him. "You're right. I'm not even denying it," I take a sip of my drink and put it down. He does not keep quiet but scoffs at me. "It's hard to believe though. With all the stuff you post on Instagram, and the way you act with your friends. You don't seem to be the type of person who can be shy."

"I'm not shy with random people that I meet or friends, but when I'm attracted to a girl, that's different," I give the reason for me to feel that way, and he grins. "Aw, that's cute."

I shake my head and let my shyness control me for once. Since I have a lot of work to do, I open my bag but first take my notebook, and a pencil. I lay down to have my back against the wall, and I write the note I will leave her tomorrow.

_ Don't be shy with me. Don't say I'm cute tho, you are, and that's the reason why I'm unable to speak to you lmao. What's your name by the way? _

Once it is written, I make sure to keep it there. I will tear it up to make it small and give it to her.

— Next day —

7 am.

I leave my bedroom with a can of peach juice in my hand, hydrating myself to start my day well, but once I step out and do not see the girl I wanted to see, some disappointment ruins my mood, but I do not let this bring me down since I know I am going to see her in two hours. I walk to the stairs and move down to the garden where my friends always wait together.

I push the door open and look for my friends, the idiots that do not go unnoticed. I take a sip of my drink but head towards them, and I bump into Hojun to bother him then nudge my way between him and Kimoon.

"Yo," he bites into his chocolate bar, but I smirk at him. "What?" I pretend to not know what is the problem, but he smiles in a cocky manner. "Don't play to that game, you're gonna lose."

"Fine, forget this," I do not risk being traded about 'Nounours' since I know this is going to be the topic he will broach to fight me. "That's right," he gains a bit too much confidence, but I keep quiet. "So, how is it going with your girl?"

"It's going," I do not give more information, but he gapes at me as if I had said something bad. "So you're already considering her as your girl? Uh?"

"Shut up," I regret not thinking twice but laugh. "Fuck, I hate you," I express the frustration he just made me feel by doing something smart. "We're not even friends yet so chill and stop talking about her."

"Sure, sure," he does not mean it, but I don't try to talk more. I check around us as discreetly as possible to look for 'Nounours', wondering if she is here, but I make it subtle and quick. I cannot see her. I hate the fact that they know what this means if I am looking around us, I can't even do it anymore, otherwise they will tease me.

•••

I enter the classroom after leaving the other one with my two best friends, and we walk inside, but Kimoon pats my shoulder and drifts apart from us, telling me that he is going to do as he did yesterday. "Bro," I sigh but smile since I am not totally against it, and he leaves, so I keep my eyes on him to check how he does it.

I get at my usual seat without ever looking away but see him interact with the girl I am attracted to. As soon as they both look in my direction, I throw my eyes in another direction and sit down, and I hurry to take my phone out and hide it with my bag in front of me.

Someone joins us at the table, but the scent does not smell like the one I know by heart, so I peek at this person but come across the girl I hate the most. "Hey—"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Hojun does the job for me. "Get your nasty ass away from this chair. It's taken."

"It's not, it's empty," she answers him, but I take a look behind us to know where 'Nounours' is, and I see her stumbling upon us. I need to hurry and get this cow away. "Leave this damn chair, we don't want you here," I lay my eyes on the one I want by my side, but she walks away, trying to find another seat.

"No! Come here, girl," Hojun calls her to make her come back, confusing her and causing her to go back and forth. "You can sit on Kimoon's chair," he does not fear to bother the teacher or receive all the attention, but I do not feel comfortable as much as I wish I would. What if she does not like this?

"But I'm here," Gayoon remains where she is. "Girl, we don't fucking want you next to us. What don't you understand?" I look her into the eyes, not willing to waste my time and be kind. She stares at me, and after a few seconds, she finally leaves us alone. She rises from the chair and walks away, but she nudges 'Nounours' on purpose and gets her laptop to fall onto the ground, making us gasp.

"Bitch, are you fucking serious?" Hojun blows a fuse and stands up as I did. I hurry to go towards her and help her, but she already gets it back in her arms. However, Hojun makes the whole class go insane, so I watch what he did as 'Nounours' just went on her seat to quickly check how her laptop is going.

I gape at the sight of Gayoon covered in chocolate milk. He comes back, mad as ever. "Hojun!" the teacher raises his voice to yell at him, but he does not let this old man scold him. "She deserved it, Sir! Do you know how much a laptop costs?!" he still puts his empty carton of milk on the table, and I sit down next to the girl who seems to be struggling with her device. "That is not a reason for you to do that! You go to the director right now!"

"Fucker," my best friend mumbles since he cannot be heard from that far, and he gathers up his stuff to leave the room. All of this just because of this trashy Gayoon who always causes problems.

I keep my eyes on the girl next to me but notice her screen is still black, the laptop not turning on. She exhales and cannot conceal her bother. "We'll talk after this, y/n. All right?" the teacher addresses her for the first time, and I finally get to know her name, which means I will have to change my note. How will I though? She is right next to me.

"Jungkook share your laptop with her and let her see the documents, can you?" he orders me to do, not even realizing how horrible this question is for me. "Yes, Sir," I agree out of obligation, and I put my laptop between us.

•••

The bell ringing the end of this class, I hate myself for not being able to write another note and feeling too guilty to even talk to her. She seemed mad about her laptop, and since none of this would have happened if Kimoon had sat next to me as usual, I cannot do anything but feel at fault.

I wait for her to walk away and follow the same path, but once we get at the bottom of the stairs, she goes to the left to head towards the teacher, and I go in the opposite way to leave the room.

I stop near the door to wait for Kimoon but text Hojun who is in trouble too.

[ hey, thanks for what you did and I'm sorry you got in trouble because of me >

I smile at how lightly he takes this and can still think about his favorite drink more, but I raise my eyes at the sound of my best friend's voice. "Bro, I'm sorry," he apologizes, but I do not blame him. "Don't be. It's not your fault."

"Kinda though, if I didn't make her move, that wouldn't have happened," he takes the blame even though the only person who is in the wrong is Gayoon. "No, it's just that fucking girl. I'm sick of her."

"Yeah, I'm gonna talk to Minhyuk about it. I don't understand why he dates such a bitch. She's rude as fuck, she's childish, and she flirts with you without even caring about him. I don't get it," he raises his eyebrows, thinking the same as I do. "Anyway," I sigh and move to go to our next class, but he speaks again before I could. "Have you talked to y/n?"

He reminds me that I now know her name, and I shake my head. "No...I didn't dare. I feel bad as hell for her because her laptop doesn't work anymore."

"Damn..." he glances away. I should probably talk to her, I feel really bad.

My attention drifts away once I feel my phone vibrate, so I check what it is.

A text from Hojun.

[ no but what are you doing rn? >

[ frl? I'm sorry for you bro😭 >

I chuckle without meaning to mock him but put my phone back in my pocket.

•••

"Are you sure it doesn't bother you, guys?" Hojun asks us again as we are moving to the library with him. "It doesn't, don't worry. I'm the one who caused this to happen, so I'm gonna help you," he does not leave him alone with all the work he has to provide to the director. "You don't have to. It's fine. It's gonna take at least two days anyway."

"We're here to help, it's okay. I can write fast," he pushes the door of the library to enter it, and we follow him. We both let him pick the table he wants to sit at, and we take a seat next to a shelf full of books.

We all put our stuff down, but I take my phone out once I feel it vibrate because of a notification.

Y/n just posted a photo.

I check it and like it without even knowing what it is right away, then I pay attention to the content. I frown at the sight of the big banana plushie but smile.

"Y/n," Hojun speaks out. "You saw or thought about her, didn't you?" he smirks at me but takes his book out, and I do not even try to deny the truth anymore. "I just saw her new post, look at that," I show him the photo, and he makes a weird noise to let his laughter. "Bro. What the fuck is that?"

"What? I wanna see," Kimoon curiously asks to have a look as well, so I turn my phone towards him, and he has the same reaction. "What does she do with that banana?" Hojun cannot keep quiet about his dirty thoughts, so I give him a hit in the arm. "Shut up. Don't even try to think about what she might do with it."

"Too late, I am, everything is playing in my head," he closes his eyes like a dumbass, so I wake him up with a stronger hit. "Don't make me punch you."

"Fine, fine," he drops it, aware of what I would do if he would not. "Are you gonna talk to her though? You should at some point," he advises me. "What if another guy has designs on her? He might get her first, just saying."

He knows how to make me react.

"I heard something the other day though," Kimoon turns the pages of his notebook and looks up at me. "I'm not trying to make you mad or anything, but I heard that a guy has been flirting with her a little too much."

"What?" my facial expression goes blank but quickly switches to show some bother. "How the hell do you know that?"

"Well...I might have talked to her best friend, who apparently does not like her as much as she pretends to, but whatever, we all know that Aera and her twin are a bit bitchy, so yeah," he does not make it any better by telling me this, meaning that those two girls are being rude to her when she seems like the sweetest girl ever. "So, I heard from her that a guy started to talk to her, and from what she told me, he's getting closer to her."

"And do you know what y/n thinks about it?" I cannot help asking, willing to know what goes on between them two. "Apparently, she doesn't reciprocate anything."

"I hope that's the case..." I lay my eyes back on my phone screen. "Do you think I should text her?" I peek at my two best friends to get their opinion. "Totally," Kimoon answers, and Hojun follows with the same thought.

"All right, I'm doing it," I stop being a wimp and go for it. I send her a message on Instagram.

[ hey, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I wanted to give you a note but I felt bad >

My message is already seen, and she is typing. It is almost like she was waiting for this.