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TWO DAYS LATER -
This is happening for the first time in my whole university era that I am actually excited to go to that place. The feeling sits oddly in my chest, unfamiliar and restless. I do not really understand the reason behind this excitement, yet I know exactly where it is coming from and pretending otherwise would be pointless.
That pretty boy.
Cute.
That word slips into my mind far too easily. His features are so captivating that an unknown boy has managed to make me smile without even trying. I catch myself thinking about him at random moments, wondering why someone I barely know has occupied this much space in my head. It annoys me but it also pulls me in.
I love how nonchalant he is. The way he exists without trying to impress anyone. The way he minds his own business, something people find incredibly difficult to do. Everyone wants to interfere, to comment, to judge, no matter how much you tell them not to. Yet he does not seem to care and that calm distance makes him even more intriguing.
At the same time, there is fear tangled with the curiosity. I am afraid that someday I might do something neither of us would like. I am afraid I might cross a line without realizing it.
The thought of becoming one of those people who cannot mind their own business unsettles me.
Because slowly, I feel myself slipping into that list. Taehyung is making me curious, dangerously so. I want to know him, not in a loud way, not openly but quietly. The kind of wanting that sits deep and grows without permission.
I head toward the lecture hall for my corporate finance class, my steps steady but my thoughts scattered. The moment I enter, chaos greets me. Laughter, loud voices, endless whispers filling every corner of the room.
haha! hihihi! huhuhu!
All of it blending into noise that presses against my head. I do not understand what is wrong with me. Not everyone loves silence the way I do, I know that. Still, I cannot help but dislike the noise, the lack of awareness, the unnecessary chatter. Maybe that makes me difficult but at least I am aware of who I am.
While not like other people who love blaming others for being different yet when it comes to themselves, everything suddenly becomes normal, acceptable, common.
I sigh quietly and walk toward the back of the lecture hall, already knowing where I will sit.
The top back seat is empty again, untouched, waiting like it always does. I shrug lightly and climb the stairs, the echo of my footsteps fading as I reach the seat. I sit down and settle in, pulling my bag closer as more students begin filling the hall.
