~HyoRi's POV~
My cheeks burned red at the sight of his picture. He's SUPER attractive. My type exactly. Nervous and extremely flustered I left the chat, putting my phone in my pocket. I grab my things and leave my apartment heading off to school.
I entered the school building and was immediately greeted with the loud chatter of people in the hall that was crowded with people. I tried to push through the crowd trying to get to the art department.
"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.." I say politely and timidly, attempting to squeeze through people.
"Yah! Move it!" Some yells suddenly shoving me, causing me to fall to the ground.
"Ow.." I wine from the impact of the hard marble floor.
"Hyori, you okay?" I hear a soft, familiar voice ask. I look up and see my sunbaenim Mark looking down at me in concern.
"Y-yes...I'm fine..." I say looking up at him and blushing. He holds out his hand for me to take and I grab it as he helps me up.
"Thank you." I say bowing gratefully and he smiles.
"No problem. People are so rude. They should have respect." He says with a slight frown and I nod.
"Are you heading to class?" He asks and I nod.
"I'll walk with you if you'd like." He says and I smile softly and nod, my cheeks growing warmer.
I have such a huge crush on him. I'm lucky to be acknowledged by him, however...it's hard to express how I feel towards him. He's so smart, mature, artistic, funny, and attractive.
I still wonder if he's ever seen me as the same way...
