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He looked away from Jay and looked towards me. He nodded and muttered, “Sure,” in acknowledgement. As he sat more upright in his seat, you stopped walking when you reached the side of his chair.

We took a couple of selfies, some of us making funny faces, some with peace signs and other cute hand gestures, and many were just of us smiling and looking goofy as our friends started teasing us midway through.

“I think that’s enough,” you say, looking through the pictures you had just taken with Heeseung. You smiled at him and said thank you before happily walking back to where your friends sat.

Unbeknownst to you, Heeseung stared at you as you walked away with a subtle smile on his face. As you talked to your friends about what just happened, it’s apparent that they’re only half listening when they look at each other with knowing eyes, having caught what happened seconds prior.

At the other table, Lucas slides his chair towards Heeseung and nudges him on the shoulder. “What was that about?” he asks, motioning to you by tilting his head in your direction.

Heeseung shrugs. “She wanted a picture,” Heeseung says, trying to keep his composure as nonchalant as it always is, but the way his knee bounces underneath his desk and his light fidgeting with the pen in his hand, his friends are unconvinced that it was just a picture.

—

As days and weeks go on, you continue to ask for pictures during break time. Your friends don’t question why you do it, and neither do they and Heeseung’s friends tease you both anymore whenever you start approaching his table.

Today, your professor decided to switch up lesson plans and bring you guys to an outdoor space just outside of your university campus. Your professor explains it was to explore more about the environment around your university, as it will need to be incorporated in an upcoming project, since the course you’re taking is Environmental Science, after all.

It’s break time, and your professor relocated your class to a garden. Same as always, you approach Heeseung’s friend group and ask if you could take a picture with Heeseung. 

He notices when you start nearing and stands up to meet you halfway.

You ask the same question as always, and he agrees. You guys take the pictures, going to various locations of the garden to get different backgrounds and do other poses than you two have done the last time.

You show him the pictures you thought were cute, and as you begin to mention that you guys should head back, he beats you in speaking first.

“I want to ask you something,” he says.

You raise your brows and tilt your head in wonder, “Sure, what is it?”

From your actions, he looks away from you and clears his throat. “Why do you ask me to take pictures with you?” He looks at you again and notices the shift in your demeanor – you’re confused, and the smile on your face is slowly fading. “N-not that I don’t like it!” he stutters, his eyes wide and hands waving to assure you what you’re thinking is incorrect. “What I mean is, you have your friends, and you’re also close with some of mine. So why aren’t you also asking them to take a picture with you?” Heeseung says in clarification.

You shrug, looking towards the ground. “Dunno, I just don’t want to.”

“I just prefer when you’re the one in the frame with me,” you say quietly, only loud enough for him to hear.

Silence surrounds the both of you as you let your answer hang in the air. Your cheeks start to redden while you slowly look up to see his reaction.

Heeseung was biting the bottom of his lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Yeah?... You like me, don’t you?” His head tilted to the side in an amused, teasing manner. You scrunch your face before turning around to head back to where your friends and his are. 

Flustered and embarrassed about what just happened, you let out a quiet, squeal-like sound of protest before shouting, “Forget it!” as you hurriedly make your way back.

You hear Heeseung’s amused laughter following.

“Wait!” you hear, just before he stops your hurried walk by gently grabbing onto your wrist.

By the force of being stopped suddenly from walking, you almost trip and are only able to regain your balance by spinning around and being directly face-to-face with Heeseung.

His dimpled smile is still on his face. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You shake your head, face still scrunched as you refuse to answer. Heeseung only laughs at your reaction.

“C’mon, just tell me,” Heeseung urges with the same teasing tone, but you still refuse.

Finding your reactions cute, he mutters, “Fine then,” under his breath.

You stand frozen, eyes now widening as you watch Heeseung stand a bit closer to you and bend down slightly to whisper in your ear.

“Since you won’t answer, I will.

I like you. I have for a while now, actually.” He angles his face and moves back a bit so your faces are mere inches apart.

“It’s why I agree every time you ask if we can take a picture together. I get to spend a little bit more time with you than anybody else.” He whispers the last sentence so quietly you almost miss it.

You continue to stand there  frozen as you process what Heeseung just told you. Though it’s obvious how you’re taking it in – Heeseung just smiles amusedly when your face turns a brighter shade of red.

“So, can you answer my question now?” he asks, tilting your head up with his finger so you’re looking him in the eye.

You swallow hard, trying to calm your racing heart. Heeseung doesn’t rush you, he just watches how you’re reacting.

“I... like you too.

I liked you for a while now as well, but it was only recently when I was openly acting on it.

Me asking to take pictures with you started out as a dare from my friends when they figured out I liked you. They questioned why I quieted down when you were near and often spaced out when you were brought into our conversations, so I told them.

It only developed further when you went along with taking pictures with me, even spending more than half of our break period just fooling around and taking selfies with me.”

—

You and Heeseung walk back to the garden hand in hand. Where you left your two friend groups on opposite sides of the garden, they now sat together in the seating area, talking among themselves and sharing laughter. Sunoo was the first to notice your presence. He squeals and jumps down from his seat on a rock. Jumping, he states, “They’re back!”

Yours and Heeseung’s friends notice you guys holding hands at the same time. While your friends squeal and come running to you, talking about how “it’s finally damn time,” Heeseung’s friends approach him smugly, stating that he “finally manned up.”

—

Through years of being classmates to attending the same university and the same program, yours and Heeseung’s relationship had been building up for quite some time.

From small talks and occasional hangouts when you guys were younger, to having your own friend groups and living through the chaos and busyness of your lives, to finally having the courage—and free time—to talk to one another and become close again, that’s how yours and Heeseung’s story becomes built.

The End.

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Sunoo had been whining all day, and you were sick of it. You were trying to work so you could buy all those expensive things just for him, like the $4,700 cologne he asked for the other day. You told him that exactly, but he just wouldn't listen.

Now it's 15:10 (3:10 PM), and he's still whining, “Noona…hurry upp…” You look up from your laptop, just about ready to slap him and put him in his place due to how aggravated you were from his hours of whining about wanting to go shopping and out to eat at some fancy Korean restaurant, but you know you couldn’t cause he’ll cry with those pretty brown eyes of his.

“I told you already Sunoo I'm working, I'll be done soon.”

He pouts “You said that 10 minutes ago.”

All you could do was let out a sigh while looking at his pouty face. You really did want to stop working and go out with your favorite boy, but you couldn’t let his very obviously cute and pouty face distract you…could you.

You decide you can’t give in and if he continues to whine you’ll definitely have to put him in his place.

14 minutes later

He’s back at it again.

“Noona. If you take any longer, I might as well go out by myself.”

“Do you seriously wanna do this now, when I’m already irritated?”