Save Me

Below Average

I'm your typical college student. Some days I would come home to pass out on my bed and forget about the stacks of assignments I have, only to wake up in the morning and frantically work on them on the bus. Today is that day.

I'm running with a thick stack of papers in hand. I forgot to put them in a binder like an idiot. It doesn't help that I got a coffee on the way and am trying to hold onto 25 papers, balance coffee without spilling it all over my fingers and sprint to get to my class in a minute. Obviously, none of this works and I somehow manage to spill coffee on some of my papers and I can see my essay flying in the distance.

"You're so screwed..." Kibum mocks me as I sit in my chair, knees and papers soaked in coffee. "I wish I was screwed but not only is my life not working out but I also am desperately single. Thanks for the reminder." I say to him trying to avoid getting coffee prints on the chair or the desk. "I never seen you this desperate" he snickers at me. Honestly, Kibum is the most annoying person ever. Not only is he popular, has a pretty boyfriend and is on top of his shit, but also really (and I really mean it) pretty. If only he wasn't taken. Then maybe I could date him. But what are the chances... "Kim Seokjin, stop having your fantasies about getting screwed and focus on the psychology lesson for once?" Kibum elbows me whilst giving me death glares. I press my lips together. "First, I'm not having that kind of day dream. Second, do you not see the coffee soaked papers? I didn't even have time to bring my binder." I clench my fists and lower my head so that I don't punch Kibum and so the professor doesn't notice me not taking notes.

Kibum and I left the class, but I refuse to look at him just to be petty. "You're so on edge, jeez." Kibum fluffs his hair as he waves to a huge group of people and talk to me. I just wonder how he does it. "Well I'm sorry I don't have anything together." I say sarcastically. "If only you could somehow play matchmaker and get me a boyfriend." Deep down I wanted him to say "I'll be your boyfriend!" or somehow comfort me. But no, being Kibum he says "You know what? That's a great idea. This was you'll stop complaining to me about not getting screwed and you can actually talk to me happily like you did in the beginning of the semester." Oh. I should be happy, shouldn't I? Kibum is hooking me up with some people. Great. Just... I just wanted to date him. It's not much of a crush and more of I like him more than my previous boyfriends.