𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ! ( 𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫 )

𝐨𝐣𝐲

– study date

Oh Joonyoung x fem!oc ( Park Yiyoon )

517 words. proofread : x

"See you tomorrow, Jungri!" Yiyoon quickly grabbed her music sheets, her free hand waving at her choir friend.

"Yiyoon- Wait! Let's go eat tteokbokki-"

"Got no time, sorry! Maybe tomorrow!" the short-haired girl shoved the papers carelessly into her backpack.

Half running, Park Yiyoon put on her airpods, even though there was no music playing. She mentally chose a good song to hum to. Ah, right. That song Onjo recommended to her a while ago. The song really suits her strong, jazzy voice. She knew because her fellow choir members had complimented her the other day when she sang the song.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her cool by putting her hands inside her pockets. All right. This is going to work well.

This is it. She walked through the hallway in front of the science lab. She could see some students she barely recognized emerge from the room. Not too long later, her loml (his contact name on her phone) emerged from the room.

She started humming. She was extremely nervous -- even more nervous than that one time the Hyosan High choir participated in a big competition.

Okay. So far so good. Now the most crucial part. According to her plan, she was supposed to ask him right now, but her lips just couldn't form words.

Start talking, you idiot! He's going away! But still, she didn't speak a single word. She just kept humming and humming; her voice gradually sounded like it was being forced out of her throat.

And...

Oh Joonyoung walked past her, only glancing her way to smile politely.

Shit. Another chance lost.

Yiyoon mentally beat herself up for not gathering the courage to talk to her long-time crush for the millionth time this past 2 years.

"Hey Yiyoon-"

The surprised girl turned her body quickly to face Mr. Second Rank. He was biting his lip, one of his hands hidden in his pocket.

"Nevermind," he quickly looked down, hiding his flustered face from Yiyoon. Unfortunately, Park Yiyoon was way too oblivious to even notice the change of colour on his cheeks.

"Hey-"

Joonyoung looked up again, trying his hardest to hide his red face.

"You know- You're really smart and I'm sort of- Well, not "sort of" but- Yea I'm really struggling with my studies and maybe you could-" Yiyoon now sounded like nothing but an idiot. She beat herself up again mentally.

"You want to go on a study date with me."

"What? Sorry, I-"

"Yeah, the way you're stuttering and stuff- You could've gone with Namra but you chose to study with me instead," Joonyoung's confidence was back now – and if he was honest, this damned confidence was making him nervous and embarrassed more than ever.

"Well-"

"Sorry, sorry. It was a joke. My bad," the confidence fully vanished again.

"No, actually- Yeah, right. I'd like to go on a study date with you," Yiyoon said, a small smile forming on her plump lips.

"Today, 4 p. m. at the library. Sounds good?"

"Sounds real good. See you later, then."

Oh, teenage love blooming. How pleasant.