✧˚ · . my name’s laila, but I go by whatever makes your heart flutter.
i’m 15, she/her, and I run on peach tea and my summer playlist. i make a lot of latenight posts that feel like daydreams and talk to people like we are in a mental institution.
i love second lead heartbreaks, soft boy tropes, retro jpop aesthetics, and c/k/jdramas that ruin my sleep schedule. this blog is my ✿ personal archive of feelings i can't say out loud. sometimes i write, sometimes i disappear, always romanticizing.
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ what to expect from me:
1. untagged chaos
2. nct dream brainrot at 2am
3. zero(baseone) chill when gyuvin breathes
4. a shrine to pretty boys who don’t know i exist
🧃 ₊˚⊹ Wanna check out my main? I'm flattered, here @gyubvlin
🧃 ₊˚⊹ Want my outside Asian culture writing blog? Here, @ziville
feel free to talk to me like we’ve been penpals for years.
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
