Searching for a book which is on the top shelf and being a short girl, is the curse of the century. And exactly that's your curse. The book you need to refer to for your literature paper is on the top shelf.
Sighing heavily, you give up on the idea of taking the book yourself and turn around only to bump into someone. You lift your head a little to see a flushed Yoongi. His breath fans away your baby hairs fallen over your forehead. Yep. You're only that much short and yet you can't reach that book.
You both stand there, in the same positions, not averting your gaze from each other. It is as if he's seeing through your soul. Each time he looks at you, that's what you feel.
His eyes looked so feline yet so beautiful that you almost got lost in them. The emotion seeping through his eyes is something new to you, not in a bad way. Again it made you warm like the first day.
As if some senses suddenly knocked your brain, you avert your gaze from him, looking through the shelves behind him. He steps back, away from you, scratching the back of his neck.
“Uh-huh…..”
“I-I s-saw you struggling….uh-I’m s-sorry…..”
“Nah-uh- No…. I'm sorry…but can you get that book?”
“Uh-yeah….”
He pulls the book out of the rack so effortlessly. And there you are deeply thinking how that small difference in height was making such a great difference.
Duh..
He places the book next to all those books that you've spread all over the table and takes his seat beside yours. You still haven't recovered from the last event and this boy is sitting across from you.
It's been three days since everything has happened. It's not like you didn't see Yoongi at all. You both still walk to classes together and to the cafeteria when you guys are done for the day. It wasn't because of him, but because you're so so worried about the upcoming finals and graduation. But Yoongi, he was anything but worried.
Must be some topper or something…..
“I saw your work. Kook and Mi showed me . It's beautiful.”
“Ah-t-thanks….”
“Why didn't you study fine arts or anything of that sort?”
There it goes, again. The question that you're fed up, answering. Everyone you meet, asks you this after getting to know about you. Had it been someone else you always give one programmed answer. But Yoongi, he will understand your actual situation.
“I can't…..”
“Why?”
“Then who's gonna take up the business?”
You retort back with a question, still without looking up at him. You turned a page to go through the other. He sighed and leaned forward, gaining your attention.
“You still could have chosen that as your minors, Seoyoon. I don't think English is that impor-”
“Then why did you choose it?”
At this point you're snapping. And for no reason. To be honest to yourself, you have no idea why this is getting so much on your nerves. Any other person trying to argue back to you on this, you simply would've switched the subject. But with him,
I pretty much don't know myself dude….
Only after a few seconds do you realise and lift your head up to see him smiling and leaning back on the chair. Thank him, that you both chose the cafeteria desk over the library.
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Unexpected | MYG Fanfiction |
Fanfiction"Seoyoon?" You turn to look at his nervous form. You gently reach his hands and intertwine with yours. You smile at him reassuringly. "You okay? You seem nervous. Are you okay, Yoongi?" "Seoyoon I....." "You, what?" "I love you." He grips your hand...
