𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄; boysnextdoor

Yearning; riwoo

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It started as a minor irritation for Y/N.
Every time she glanced up from her notes during lectures, there he was—Riwoo, staring at her with those deep, unreadable eyes. At first, it annoyed her. What was his deal? He didn’t seem the type to be fascinated by anyone, much less her. Quiet, reserved, yet somehow always drawing attention, Riwoo was an enigma at the university.

She tried to ignore it. The stares, the way his gaze would follow her movements when she walked past him in the hallways, the lingering look as she exited the library. But no matter how much she tried to push it aside, Y/N found herself hyper-aware of his presence, of the weight of his eyes on her.

It didn’t help that Riwoo never said anything. He would just look. No smirks, no playful grins—just a steady, calm stare as if he was trying to figure her out or see something she couldn’t grasp. It was unnerving, and yet… somehow intriguing.

As the semester wore on, Y/N noticed something shifting. What used to irritate her began to feel like something she almost… expected. There were days when he wasn’t in class, and she felt oddly disappointed. She realized that she had grown accustomed to those glances, to the quiet connection that seemed to stretch between them even though no words had ever been exchanged.

One late afternoon, Y/N was walking across campus, her bag slung over her shoulder, lost in thought. The sun was setting, casting the grounds in a soft, warm glow. She wasn’t paying attention to much, but a familiar pull in her chest made her glance to the side. There he was, standing beneath a tree, his hands in his pockets, watching her as usual.

Her heart skipped a beat.

This time, instead of looking away, she held his gaze. For a moment, the world around them seemed to still. The noise of passing students faded, and it was just the two of them, locked in a silent understanding.

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, a strange warmth spreading through her chest. The realization hit her like a wave—she wanted him to look at her. She had grown used to the way his gaze made her feel seen, in a way no one else did.

Before she knew what she was doing, her lips curved into the smallest of smiles. Riwoo’s expression softened, a barely noticeable shift, but enough for her to know that he had been waiting for this moment too.

Without breaking eye contact, she turned and walked away, her heart racing, knowing that something between them had changed. She could still feel his eyes on her, and this time, it didn’t feel like an annoyance.

It felt like the beginning of something new.