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I had had enough,

I was going to talk to her.

Curiosity got the best of me.

I needed to know more than just her name, her least scoring subject and that she was afraid of her parents.

I needed to know why.

Why were you so interesting?

And why me?

She must have had those answers, even if not directly.

At least I'd figure it out.

So I stood in front of her desk, when noone was there obviously.

If I was going to embarrass myself, the only I and my embarrasser (if that was a word) would see it.

"Hi, I'm Seokjin. How are you?"

God that was so lame, I bet Namjoon would've a better line.

She looked at me, eyes wide,

Silent.

That was it, it finally happened.

I tried to make it less embarrasing,

"Uh I found this notebook, is it yours?" I shamelessly held my own notebook.

I was about to leave when I heard her voice,

" I'm good, sorry I was eating but
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It has your name over it..."

I wanted to die.

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