Yumi, a 21-year-old college student, is in denial about her feelings for her best friend Jeon Jungkook.
While she works through college and he works for his father's company, will either of them realize their true feelings for each other and just k...
Yumi was hunched over her kitchen counter, her reading glasses low on her nose as she peered at her assignment—the one that was due in two hours at the stroke of midnight.
She felt like a modern Cinderella, except she wouldn't be getting a prince; she would be getting an F.
Additionally, her phone kept blowing up by one person in particular, making it difficult for her to focus, and the culprit was none other than Jeon Jungkook; a pool drowning extraordinaire with galaxy eyes—the man whom she single-handedly thought about naked more than she should.
Not that she would admit it—not even in the safety of her bedroom, although under the blankets at night, it was harder to deny the ache between her thighs at the thought of him.
She wouldn't—no, she couldn't—text him back. If she did, she would never finish her homework, and she couldn't blame her dog for eating it. First of all, she didn't have one, and second of all, her work was being submitted electronically.
If she picked up her phone to text him, she wouldn't be able to put it down. She would become enraptured in the words he would send her, he would ask to Facetime, and he would most likely end up in her apartment on her couch prattling on about his day. Although that would be nice, it would not be nice. She would combust in one way or the other, and she would have to tell him why her face was red, and she couldn't. Wouldn't. Shouldn't!
She pushed a hand through her hair and heaved out a sigh, closing her eyes as she rubbed her temples to ease the dull ache.
She shouldn't have pushed completing the assignment to the night it was due, but she was busy with work. If she wasn't at the cafe, she was pet-sitting in her neighborhood.
Getting a degree in computer science was difficult. It made her brain hurt, but it didn't lessen her desire for it.
She had plans—big plans—and in order to do them, she needed a degree. She was going to become a game developer, and she had so many ideas. It was the one thing that made working so much worth it.
Those stupid, green papers with dusty, old men on them really were why the world went round. She grumbled at the thought of this, but she pushed it aside, not liking the fact that men were occupying her mind; dusty, old men and Jungkook.
The insolence. None one of them were even invited.
An hour later, she was almost finished. A few more questions that made her mind whirl, and she would be done.
Her phone rang. She didn't have to look at it to know who it was.
A few more questions, a few more questions, a few more—
She glared daggers at her phone when it went off again.
Did he have nothing better to do with his life? Just bombarding her with texts and calls and thinking she was weak enough to pick up when she was so clearly a novel student, and—
She picked up her phone and let her fingers fly.
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