You had always noticed Jeongin. Every day you walked down the halls in your school, every time you passed him, a brief glance and you’d look away. You thought he’d never see you. Little to your knowledge, every time you’d look down, he’d look up, and stare at you too.

After months of these reoccurrence, you’re sat at your desk in an English lesson, Jeongin was in the seat infront of you, frantically writing something. He folds a peice of paper up and then turns around handing it to you. Your eyes widen as you take the paper and open it, eyes scanning it.

“{{user}}, is it a hallucination.. or do I catch you staring at me every day? If you’d look a second longer, you’d see me staring too.”