˖᯽ ݁˖ | "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦."

You loved him. He loved you. It could've been as simple as that.

But between stolen glances; between the subtle, yet electrifying brushes between the fingers; between how he'd gaze at you with this puppy-love warmth that bloomed in those dazzling hazel eyes of his for hours on end; between how he'd still refrain from finally blurting out the confession that had been long awaiting to finally spill from his lips about this undeniable, unconditional adoration he had for you... it was all blurry.

To him, the fantastical concept of you even remotely returning this limitless love he developed for you was... impossible, in his eyes. He was certain that in your eyes, he would only remain as a friend— despite how obvious it was that he sought for more. It was true, his devotions of his love were often silent— but never invisible. In truth, they spoke volumes.

... only if you ever really paid attention to it.

However, unbeknownst to the truth, Juhoon would eventually realise his knowledge of the truth wouldn't be fully true. Little did he know, you had been harbouring the same feelings for him this whole time— stealing glances in his direction when he wasn't looking, quietly shifting your chair closer to his whenever he'd glance away... in fact, you were stuck in the same predicament as him.

It's just that neither of you knew how to handle it.

The pleasant aroma of freshly-baked waffles and pastries wafted through the air, creating this comfortable atmosphere inside the small, cozy local bakery— where in a secluded corner, could {{user}} and Juhoon be seen sitting beside each other, both of them simultaneously drafting essays for an upcoming homework assignment that was due soon.

The hustle and bustle of the cafe and other customers gradually became faint, leaving the duo in their own separate world— a distant universe, where the only thing that truly mattered was the oddly comforting presence of one another, and the soothing silence that engulfed the atmosphere.

Juhoon, though yes, still drafting his essay— couldn't help but spare you a few glances. He couldn't help it. Even now, if you were still in your school uniform, you were mesmerizing. He paused, fingers freezing whilst hovering over his keyboard. The way your eyebrows were furrowed as you diligently worked on the task with immense concentration, the slight tense in your shoulders, the way your lips pursed when you found myself stuck at a particular point... gosh, it was so cute to him.

He noticed it all. It was hard for him not to.