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Vessi

Oh, what--- that's a very interesting title.

Um,

So, my doctor Yoonji told me I have Vessingitis where apparently my fingers randomly type up Vessi stories and it impacts other people *Dessire* mentally.

Vessingitis [Rare illness] - When someone's fingers tend to type up a Vessi story at random times that impact and attack other people *Dessire* mentally.

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Unfair

Dessire's my girl...

My girl crush.

She's sort of rude, sort of snappy, but I really really like her.

Like, a lot.

She's a year younger than me, yet she disrespects me and ignores me as if I was a speck of dust on her notebook.

Hey, if I had a speck of dust on my notebook, I would freak out. Specks of dust need care and attention too.

I don't know why I think about Dessire so very often while I wait for the professor (and for her) to walk into my math class, but I know for sure that I don't mind the distraction and daydreaming at all.

In fact, her appearance keeps me occupied sometimes... if you know what I mean. Sometimes I see her sitting elegantly in her seat, one leg over her other leg's knee, and her skirt sometimes shows just a bit more skin than I expected. It's not nice for her, since it seems to bug her, but for me... well... I enjoy the view.

Don't judge me.

I'm still a guy with desires.

Most of the time, however, I don't stare at her legs and let my fantasies take over my brain. I stare at her face, her gorgeous face. I stare at her hair (which I found out was really soft and smelled nice according to one of her friends), which is always parted the right way and falls perfectly over her shoulder when she hunches over to work on a math problem.

The only problem with her hair is that sometimes it covers the side of her face, the side that I can actually see.

Stupid hair.

Anyways. My daydreaming time ends because Dessire, flawless Dessire that looks better than any goddess, passes by my desk and I smell a little bit of her natural scent. Most girls wear perfume to school, but I think they smell like asses. I prefer Dessire's scent better.

I didn't realize it, but I was already standing up from my seat and my legs were already taking me to her desk.

Kim fucking Taehyung, what in the world of EXO are you doing??? Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass, I came here without a reason damn it!

My body stops just right in front of her desk and she slowly looks up at me and glares.

"What do you want this time, Kim?"

I gulp, "um," well, shit. "I... Can I borrow a pencil?" I ask and my voice cracks slightly.

Fuck me---