dumb dumb • seulmin

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That was it. It had been two full weeks since I had last spoken to Seulgi and I was seriously suffering from withdrawal.

Even though I had backed off completely, I often found myself following her around from a distance and just staring at her like a total creep. Thank God she hadn't realized or I had a full restraining order in my hands.

I couldn't take this anymore. I had to talk to her, I had to do something. Should I tell her how I feel?

After classes ended for the day I spotted her standing outside on campus all by herself. This is it, Jimin. I prepared myself mentally. Go up to her and talk.

"Hey," I said as I neared her.

Seulgi turned around at the sound of my voice and her eyes widened in surprise. "H-Hi. Jimin."

My heart fluttered. She knew my name. She was aware of the fact that I existed! She knew my name! "How are you?" I managed to ask her despite my giddiness.

"Good." She gave me a small nod as she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ears.

God, what I wouldn't give to be able to run my hand through her silky hair. Easy Jimin, entering creepy territory here, I reminded myself.

"You?" She asked me softly.

She was so beautiful. Her hazel brown eyes, her fair complexion, her cute nose, the faint blush on her cheeks... and her lips...I couldn't tear my gaze away from her pink full lips.

"Are you okay?" She asked, pulling me from my trance.

I blinked several times and tried to compose myself. I ran a hand nonchalantly through my hair and hoped that she hadn't realized what I was thinking of just seconds before.

"Sorry," I said as I smiled at her shyly. "I'm good." I was doing very well now I was finally able to speak to her again.

She raised one of her eyebrows but didn't say anything.

"Wait. Where are you going?" I asked as she turned away. Anxiety swept over me. I couldn't let her leave just yet. I hadn't even told her what I was doing here. I wasn't even sure what I was doing here. Was I going to confess right now? Would she run away from me if I did?

She looked back at me as she lightly bit her bottom lip, "I have to go. Jackson is waiting for me."

My eyes narrowed. "You're hanging out with him? Jackson's a jerk." Jackson was probably the biggest jerk of our class. Scratch that, he was probably the biggest jerk on campus.

She nervously grabbed the strap of her bag, "I need to give him something."

"Do you like him?" I blurted out. She probably thought it was none of my business, but I really had to know even if I was afraid of hearing the answer. Was she going to give him a love letter in which she confessed her deep feelings for him?

She shot me a surprised look, "What? No..."

"Then why...?" I trailed off, confused. Why was she meeting up with Jackson if she didn't like him? But I couldn't ignore the relief that surged through me as she said that she wasn't interested in him.

"Mina asked me for a favor." She muttered. To her credit, she didn't seem too excited about it.

"Can I come with you?" Shit. Was that a weird question? Why did I even want to be with her so badly? Duh, because I really, really liked her.

She seemed a bit perplexed by my question, "O-okay?"

"Cool," I said, feeling much more confident now that she had given me some kind of permission.