yuta | love is dope

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(a/n: this is pretty long)

you had always been awkward,distant,detached,and quiet. it's not like you were anti-social,you still had a lot of friends but only picked doyoung and jungwoo as the friends you trust most. you never enjoyed small talk and choose to stick by the two people who share the same sentiments as you. you never really cared,and people knew you for that.

there's this guy in your university who's so popular,even the other universities knew him and whoever was in his group. it's lee taeyong,possibly the prettiest boy anyone has ever seen. him and his friends weren't stuck up,in fact they're pretty normal,in your eyes at least. people make them seem larger than life but that's not how you saw them. but this isn't about lee taeyong,it's the guy in his background.

if there's one person you knew the longest in this university,it was yuta,who happened to be one of taeyong's bffs. no surprise there,he's always been fun,outgoing,a little cocky but not to the point that it gets annoying. you never really got close to him,just see him around campus from time to time during highschool since you both were never classmates.

you decided to work part-time at a bookstore near your university,partly because you love books,mostly because you wanted to read it for free. "come on give me a discount!" doyoung complained to you as you were arranging books. "shut up doie i can't decide that." you tell him and he just pouts. you hear the bell ringing from the door indicating that someone came in. you didn't look away from the book you were holding,looking at the side to see which shelf you should put the book. "oh hey man!" you hear doyoung say from beside you and you glance at him. to your surprise you see yuta grinning widely at doyoung while they chat a little. yuta also smiles at you when he sees you looking at them,cute. you smile back then went back to fixing books.

after a while yuta goes off somewhere to scan the place. "funny to see him here i thought he wasn't the type to study." you say as you saw him wander off to the textbooks section. "you're joking right?" doyoung looks at you as if you've grown another head. "what?" you question him with the same look on your face. "y/n,he's a top student at our department,do you really not know that?"

"no,i just assumed he was...cause of his clique." you say feeling a little guilty that you judged the guy. "well it's easy to assume that since the rest of them either cheat off of yuta or sweet talk female teachers into giving them a passing grade." doyoung explains. you just shrug and continue fixing books.

yuta pops up out of nowhere with 2 textbooks in hand while you were now back at the cashier. jesus christ,you mutter to yourself when you got startled by his presence. why the hell is he walking so quietly?you thought. "hi lit 101 classmate." he greets with a big smile,so big and pretty it honestly melted your stone cold heart a little. "huh?" you cocked your head a little to the side like a confused puppy.

"you're my classmate in lit 101." he simply says. "i am?" you question,you never really noticed that he's your classmate because well...you don't care. "yeah." he laughs nervously,obviously embarrassed that you don't know after all and that made you feel like a total asshole. "i'm sorry,i'm just really...i don't know i don't pay attention much to anything other than my classes" you explain.

"it's fine,y/n!" he flashed his show stopping smile again. "i'll see you in lit i guess." you tell him then he nods and heads out the door.

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you don't care about a lot of things,that's for sure,but you feel guilty when you feel like you've done a person wrong and you try to think of how you can make it up to them. in this case you couldn't stop thinking about the embarrassment yuta faced when he realized that you don't know he's around in some of your classes,so to make it up to him you're standing near the door waiting for yuta to enter and when he finally does, "hi!" you greet happily...well you tried sounding happy.

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