seungyoun smiles at her, “oh, kayla.”

you let out a hiss when yohan wraps the plaster a bit too tight around your wound. he smiles apologetically at you and you decide to just focus on what he’s doing instead of gaping at the pretty girl who’s currently talking to your bestfriend.

“do you want to head to the lecture together?” 

“yeah, sure.” you are slightly surprised to hear seungyoun’s quick reply. he waves the two of you seated a goodbye before walking away with the girl.

“they look good together.” you say to yourself which catches yohan’s attention as he also lets his eyes fall on the two.

he purses his lips, examining them carefully, “no, not really.”

“yes, they do!” you smack his arm lightly, “both of them are tall.”

he tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed and not understanding your reasoning, “just because they are tall doesn’t mean they look good together.”

you are about to reply with an explanation of why you think so when he cuts you off, “yeah, say that after you actually have good eye sight.”

speechless and being offended at him, you slap the nape of his neck this time. “i can see perfectly with my glasses on.”

“well, you don’t have them on right now.” he shrugs, getting up from his seat and throwing the trash away in a nearby bin.

not giving him a reply back, you squint your eyes at the direction your bestfriend headed to. of course, he is no longer in sight but the way he immediately answered yes to her offer and how quickly he left the table just to walk to their next lecture together makes you think that the pretty girl named kayla might actually have a chance with seungyoun, unlike other girls who fell for him.

maybe he’s finally going to get himself his long-awaited girlfriend.

“oh my god, y/n stop.” yohan’s voice interrupts your thoughts and he pulls you out of your seat. 

you look at him confused, “i wasn’t even saying anything?”

“yeah, exactly.” he nods, “but your mind was speaking internally.”

“uh, duh? as long as i’m breathing and living fine, my brain will be working. looks like you don’t know much about how the human body works.” you retort, walking out of the cafeteria with him as you sip on the very last bits of your bubble tea.

“you sure you don’t like seungyoun?” yohan asks out of nowhere and you almost throw your bubble tea cup at his face instead of the thrash can you were going to throw at. 

“will you ever stop asking that question? i said no!”

since after the two of you got closer, yohan always asks you the same question and you always repeat the same answer to him — no. he also likes to ask you if seungyoun likes you then, you still tell him no.

“let’s go on a date after this then!” he beams, the two of you stepping into the lecture theatre.

blinking at him with a disgusted look on your face, “no.”

“why?” he frowns, watching you climb up the stairs to sit at one of the middle rows. “you don’t like anyone anyways!”

“yeah, well, if you actually ask me out on a date seriously, maybe i would answer a yes.” you shrug, taking out your laptop. you know well you aren’t going to take any notes during the lecture but since almost everyone has either their notebooks or laptops out, you should too.

“oh,” yohan pauses. “i’m being serious though. let’s go on a date after this?”

you put your lips into a thin line and sigh, yohan is good-looking but he simply doesn’t know basic dating stuff. “rephrase it into ‘do you want to go on a date with me’ or ‘can i ask you out on a date today?’”

“okay, okay!” he grins, fumbling in his seat. “do you want to go on a date with me after this?”

you nod, showing him a thumbs up, “sure.”

you agreed to this date because you know very well that yohan is not serious about this. it’s called a date but the two of you will just end up hanging out as usual, eating at the beef noodle shop.

the lecture comes to an end after what feels like a lifetime and you let out a groan as you push your laptop back into your backpack. just as expected, you didn’t take any notes. you were busy texting with one of your friends who’s also in the same lecture and who was clearly not paying attention to the professor just like you.

“let’s go,” you yawn, pushing your shoulder against yohan’s arm, physically telling him to move quick and walk out of the row you guys were sitting in.

“you are yawning when you didn’t even pay the slightest bit of attention,” he teases.

you roll your eyes at him, “as if you weren’t playing candy crush, bro.”

“it’s called multi-tasking, dummy,” he sticks out his tongue childishly. you reply with a whatever as the two of you exit the lecture theatre and into the hall. you can’t wait to take an energy nap when you get back home.

“so what’s the plan?” you ask, “for this date?”

“i..” yohan trails off, looking around. “honestly don’t know!”

you run your palm across your face, having enough of this guy. “i don’t think you’d ever get a girlfriend if you didn’t have the looks, yohan.”

“doesn’t matter because i do have the looks.” he shrugs, still looking around as if he’s in search of something or someone.

“can we go on this date already then? why are we ev—“

yohan cuts you off by suddenly calling out your bestfriend’s name loud — a few other heads turning around to look at him as well.

you see seungyoun leaves the small group he was talking to and walks towards you, his long legs striding. “you look exhausted.”

“thanks,” you nod, agreeing with him. “i just want to sleep.”

yohan lets out a whine, grabbing your arm, “no, you are not! you are going on a date with me!” 

you stare at him, feeling like a babysitter who’s babysitting a 8 years old in a 20 years old body. “yeah, after that.”

“a date?” seungyoun asks, glancing between the two of you. 

“i asked her out on a date.” yohan announces as if that’s the proudest thing he has done this month. “i wanted to ask if you want anything from the city?”

“we are going there?” you interrupt, not expecting that.

yohan just answers your question with a nod and awaits for the older and taller guy’s answer.

“not really,” seungyoun answers, his hand running through his hair. “have fun!”

yohan winks at him and points his chin at kayla standing across the room, “you too!”

before seungyoun can reply, yohan has already dragged you with him to the exit of the building.

“can we not go to the city, pretty please?” you pout, rubbing your palms together while chewing on your noodles at the same time.

just like you thought, the two of you are spending your date by eating beef noodles at the shop just across the street.

yohan sighs, glaring at you, “give me a good reason.”

“okay,” you start, sitting up straight in your seat. “first, i’ve only had three hours of sleep. second, i need to come back to the library at night to study. if we go to the city, that means my nap time will be shorter.”

“wow, you are really saying that to your date.” he says in disbelief, clapping his hands. you are about to feel bad because after all you thought, this is not a serious actual date. if he was serious enough, he would have planned it out properly. 

“but i like the idea of going to the library at night to study so, okay!” he grins, slurping another spoonful of soup. 

“you are coming with me?”

yohan answers a yes to your question and you also happily nod at that — since the two of you are from the same major, you can help each other when studying. it’s always good to have company when you are studying in the library too; it can get really boring sometimes that you have to start walking around as a study break. 

because it’s a date, yohan pays for your meal and the two of you arrive at your accommodation in no time as sleep is slowly taking over you. you wave him a goodbye when the lift arrives atyour floor and head straight to your bed, not even bothering to change your clothes. 

the alarm ringing from your iphone triggers your flight or fight as you jolt out of your power nap. you despise iphone alarms. you check the time on your screen to see it’s 6:30pm and you are supposed to meet yohan at exactly 7:30.

you haven’t even had your dinner. also, you still feel somewhat drowsy after taking a nap so you decide to hop in the shower to freshen yourself up. after that quick refreshing shower and admiring yourself in the mirror, you walk out of your bathroom smelling like vanilla and baby lotion — even though your lotion is not baby lotion, it still somewhat smells like it.

choosing to dress comfortably, you dress yourself in an oversized pale yellow coloured sweatshirt and brown sweatpants — not forgetting to put your hair into a ponytail as you are about to make dinner.

your dinner just ends up being your leftover curry from yesterday since you are running late. right in time after you finish your dinner, there are knocks on your door. you shout back a “coming” at the person - who’s probably none other than yohan - and leave your dishes in the sink before quickly slipping on your air forces.

the sight of yohan dressed as equally comfortable as you greets you when you slam open your door with a bit too much force. yeah, this guy looks gooood without trying. bless his parents.

if it wasn’t for yohan reminding you, you would have forgotten your puffer jacket. oh you just can’t imagine walking to the library in four degrees without a jacket on. the two of you arrives at the library sooner than expected — the chill wind and cold weather urging you two to walk faster.

you lead yohan to one of the usual booths you always study in. they are a lot more comfortable than the chairs in the silent rooms and the open area.

“wait, isn’t that seungyoun?” yohan voices out his curiosity and you squint your eyes at his like of sight, landing on a familiar figure despite you not being able to make out his features.

excitingly, yohan slaps your arm repeatedly several times, “oh my god, he’s with that girl from earlier today!” 

“wow, look at him.”

yohan blinks at your emotionless tone but nevertheless, decides to walk towards seungyoun sitting at one of the booths.

“hey!” yohan starts, catching their attention by knocking his hand on the table. you stand quietly behind him with your hands in your pockets, eyeing your usual booth which is right next to them. 

“oh, hey guys!” seungyoun smiles, his eyes falling on you.  “how was the date?”

yohan giggles, acting bashful, “pretty fun.” 

he notices the way kayla is just awkwardly staring at the exchange between them so he introduces himself, “i’m yohan.”

her poker face breaks out into a grin, shaking his hand. “hi, i’m kayla.”

realising that you have no choice but to also speak up or else you would just look plain rude, you also step forward to show her a friendly smile. “y/n”

“do you want to join us?” she asks, gesturing at the empty spaces — seungyoun sitting in front of her. 

“it’s fin—“

“sure, why not?” yohan cuts you off and proceeds to sit down beside seungyoun. you clench your fist, wanting to swing it at yohan. how can he just do that without even looking at you!? you don’t want to sit with them! it’s awkward!

you still try though, “we were going to sit at the other booth anyways. kayla, you don’t hav—“

“no, i’m fine with it!” kayla says sweetly, waving her hands to show more that she’s okay with you joining them. 

you reluctantly occupy the empty seat beside her and smile at seungyoun who’s staring at you. as someone who’s pretty confident in their own skin, you suddenly feel insecure, sitting beside a pretty girl. 

you are suddenly very conscious about how you don’t have makeup on and how your hair is messily put into a ponytail unlike kayla who has her brown beautiful waves framing her face and a natural looking pink shade of color on her lips.

“our teammates left earlier. kayla and i are working on the same section for the project.” seungyoun suddenly speaks. you glance around to make sure if you didn’t miss anyone asking anything to him. judging from their reactions, no one did.

“okay...?” yohan pauses. “y/n and i woke up from a nap and came here.”

wow, why couldn’t he word it more clearly? 

you clear your throat, chuckling nervously, “we didn’t take a nap together.”

“you are making it more weird!” yohan frowns but you return the same frown back at him, “you could have said it clearly.”

kayla laughs watching the two of you and you notice how she doesn’t cover her face with her hand whilst laughing, unlike you. you started doing it when you were young because you were insecure of your teeth but it has now became a habit of you to cover your face when laughing.

“are you two a thing?” kayla asks, smiling softly at you.

you scoff, looking at yohan disgustingly, “do we look like a thing?” 

“you do.” she bobs her head cheerfully. “don’t they, seungyoun?”

suddenly, your adoration for her flips a switch and you find yourself being annoyed at how she just acted as if she’s closer to seungyoun than you. you’ve known him so much longer than her. he knows well about your friendship with yohan too. so why did she have to ask him like that — but that was just a question. you are being sensitive again. can your period just come and leave already?

seungyoun bites the inside of his cheek, tilting his head to the side, “not really.”

after that short conversation, the four of you proceed to do your own work — yohan groaning often due to computer science maths that doesn’t make sense and you mirroring his actions and mood except your mood is slightly more sour than his for unknown reasons.

since seungyoun and kayla are discussing about their project at the same table as you, it’s evident that you can’t help but be aware of what they are talking about. you are somewhat impressed by how seungyoun is actually quite knowledgeable.

true, you guys are bestfriends but you’ve never discussed about logical things and studies as the two of you have different majors. therefore, you’ve never witnessed him talking about lessons and such. you know he gets good grades. you do too, with the help of your peers and struggling on your own. obviously, you’ve spent time studying with him before but it wasn’t possible to guess whether he actually knows what he’s doing just from watching him work alone. now that you are hearing him explain about things you don’t understand to kayla, you realise that he’s smart smart.

kayla announces that she’s leaving and your eyes lay on your phone lock screen to check the time — you’ve been working for two hours. you expected seungyoun to walk her home or at least offered to do that but to your surprise, he doesn’t. 

the moment kayla is out of your sight, yohan scoots closer towards seungyoun and nudges him teasingly, “study date?”

“this is university. take your highschool thoughts somewhere else.” seungyoun replies, jokingly glaring down at his younger friend.

the sound of you taking a few coins out from your purse catches their attention as both of them avert their eyes on you instead of glaring at each other. 

“i’m gonna go get something to drink.” you answer their questioning stares while you get out of the study booth.

“wait, i’m coming too.” seungyoun calls out, shoving yohan away to step out of the booth as well. he doesn’t forget to ask yohan if he wants anything — which the younger guy replies with a giddy nod, asking for a bottle of cola.

figuring that the emergency stairs are nearer, the two of you use it to reach the third floor where the vending machines are located. 

“getting coffee?” you ask, looking at your tall, well-dressed bestfriend who’s closing the door behind him after opening it for you as usual. 

he nods, running his fingers through his hair, “yeah and maybe some chips or gummies too.” 

“gummies and coffee? that’s disgusting.” you insultingly gag.

he rolls his eyes at your overdramatic reaction and a very few seconds of silence echoes in the stairway before he breaks it, “we are cool, right?”

his voice almost sounds nervous and worried that it even makes you feel the same, “yeah, why?”

“i don’t know,” he pauses, quietly opening the door to the third floor and follows after you walk pass first. “you are pretty quiet today.”

you can’t lie to yourself — yes, you’ve been quiet and somehow distant around him. you’ve noticed it since after the little incident he pulled last night. it wasn’t even his fault. he wasn’t even doing anything aside from him sucking the blood from the cut on your thumb and gazing at you with those hazy, powerful eyes. 

it’s just all you who looked too much into small things and let your thoughts cloud over your mind, resulting in you acting weird around him. 

you can’t lie to yourself but you can lie to him. “no? i mean, i don’t know kayla well so it’s a given that i didn’t talk much around her.”

you are not sure if he actually buys that lie you just spat out but he just replies with a hum and doesn’t push it further. he changes the topic as he clicks away on the touch screen of the vending machine, “so, you and yohan?”

“yeah?” 

he whips his head at you so fast that it even looks like it hurts, “yeah?”

you blink, confused, “yeah? go on?”

“oh, you mean...” he nods to himself, letting out a humourless chuckle that makes you question internally if this is even the seungyoun you know. “you guys dating now?”

“bruh,” you sigh tiredly. “we went on one date which wasn’t even an actual date.”

“didn’t your heart flutter or something? you always say he’s good looking.” he says, handing you the can of iced coffee.

you smile adoringly at him for knowing exactly what you want without you having to tell him. 

“just because i think someone is physically attractive doesn’t mean my heart is attracted to them,” you answer to his question. “i can’t see him as more than a friend and i’m sure he feels the same.”

“hm, how are you sure?” he asks, punching another code in — which is probably the cola for yohan. 

you shrug, leaning against the railings behind you with the can of coffee in your hand. “it’s obvious. he only treats me like a friend.”

seungyoun raises a brow and walks towards you with a drink in each of his hands, “that’s it?”

“yeah,” you nod, looking up at him as the two of you start walking back to the emergency stairs. 

“what do i do?” he exasperatingly groans, “i don’t think i can be friends with such a dumb person.” 

“what?!” you gasp, stopping in your steps. “are you saying he really likes me?” 

seungyoun looks down at you with a look of pity on his face, “please don’t follow me. you are so dumb, i seriously can’t be friends with you anymore.”