light | p.jm

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sure enough, as i walked into the the building, there he was, the transfer kid, as he was about seven steps ahead. as he ran his hand through his hair, girls went crazy. however, there was something about how he did whatever it's called. it didn't seem like it was to impress the girls, it seemed more natural, as if it was his habit.

i quickly walked passed him, not wanted to deal with all the squealing girls, or see him at all, so off i headed to class, where i can be an introvert as much as i damn please.

(please excuse me if i got something wrong, i don't know shit about how college works hehe)

however, that's when i realized that out of the few hundred seats, the only ones available were near me, as people wouldn't sit near a loner like me, except for him. however, i soon realized that maybe it's because he's never heard about the rumors before.

soon enough, just before the bell rings, he walks in, and of course, takes the seat right next to me. and here it begins, my heart starts beating hella fast, and i become self conscious of every move, even if it cause more mistakes. i can't help control my nervousness.

he passed me the hand outs that was being passed down the row, as now there were more people in the row because of him choosing to sit here. i took them while avoiding eye contact with him. i then, hoping that i don't suddenly drop anything, grab one for myself, proceed to walk down the next five empty chairs, and hand it to the people near the end of the row.

i write down my name on the handout, and pay attention to the professor, but i can't help but feel like he's staring at me.

"song minjee. noted." i heard him say quietly, barely above a whisper to himself, but i heard. i tried to resist all urges to look at his paper and find out his name, but i failed. i soon found myself looking at his paper, trying to find his name.

then, i found the gold. 'park jimin,noted.' i silently mocked him in my head, but at the same time i prayed that he didn't notice me looking at his paper.

it was the same as yesterday for the rest of class. i avoided eye contact with him, he chuckled whenever i did something wrong, and blah blah blah.

the only thing different today was that i found out his name. and so when i walked out of class, i chanted his name in my head. 'park jimin, park jimin'

i don't think i would see him again, as we dont have anymore classes together. i became pretty content with my life, until i ran into a hard ass chest, which probably belonged to a guy.

a/n: who do you think she ran into huhhhh?? who could it be huhhhh???? hope you enjoyed the chapter.