❛❛ 𝓢. 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝓚. 𝗂𝖽𝗌 ❜❜ 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 .ᐟ

Stress-Free Skies ✷ K. S.

Seungmin's POV... 

Three essays. Three? How did I get three behind? And two lectures?? 

My eyes unfocused, and I was no longer reading the literature in my hands. I sighed and leaned my head back against the aisle of books behind me as my mind spiraled into the depths of stress. 

I had always been on top of my classes, considered the smart kid, the one who always reminded the teacher to collect homework, the know-it-all. Everybody disliked me for it, but I didn't and still don't care. All I cared about was getting good grades, preferably the best. 

Grades were all I had, but even that was taken away. 

By 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 

I rolled my eyes just at the thought, closing the book in my lap and admitting that I wouldn't actually be reading it any time soon, now that my thoughts had already started down the rabbit hole of frustration. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 frustrated me.

She had taken my place at the top of the class so easily when she came. She studied almost as hard as I did, but she was nothing like me. She was so light and carefree, she didn't worry about schoolwork, it seemed as if she didn't even have to try. She was just naturally pretty and amazing and good at everything... 

Was... Was I jealous? 

I tilted my head to think and gazed out into the distance, staring at a dark book on the opposite shelf. 

No, how could I be jealous of someone so... 𝘰𝘣𝘯𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴?

It was her fault that I was behind. Everytime I tried to carry out my consistent schedule of studying at the library since she came, she would burst in with her rowdy friends and disrupt me. The librarian would side-eye her with a raised brow in warning, and she would split off from her friends to study at the desk near the window. 

But even then, when they all finally quieted and she sat down and pulled out her books, I still couldn't focus. 

I covered my face with my hands, tangling my fingers in my hair as I gritted my teeth. 

God, just because she 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 I couldn't focus. What was wrong with me?? 

The now familiar noise of the library doors being thrown open rattled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see Y/N burst in with her friends, her laughter immediately filling the room, her smile taking over my mind. She was, as always, the center of attention, standing between her two classmates as they entered. 

I sighed, leaning my head back again in defeat. "Well, speak of the devil..."

Y/N caught my eye as she walked by the aisle I was sitting in and waved politely. That was new. 

I narrowed my eyes at her, watching her with suspicion, hesitating to wave back. 

Smiling at me, she continued on her way to her designated desk by the window, slinging her backpack off her shoulder as she sat down. My breath seemed to catch at her smile, and my heart almost skipped a beat. But I swallowed down the lump in my throat and shrugged off the weird feeling. 

Watching her for a moment, her hair shining golden under the rays of sun pouring down from the window beside her, I made a decision. 

They say 'If you can't beat them, join them'. 

And today was the day. 

Standing up from my seat on the floor in the history aisle and approaching her desk, I pulled out the chair opposite her. Thankfully, it didn't make a sound due to the plush carpet under us. I hated when chairs screeched.