"I don't like Superman, Batman, Iron Man—but, would you like to be my man?"
How could he possibly get anything done with Seulgi beside him?
It takes him a moment to realize she was speaking to him, but in situations like these, that mattered little. Lowering the book in his hands, Yuta looks at her through the corner of his hooded eyes, mild interest clouded over his countenance as he spent the next three seconds of his time processing her question. As cheesy as it was, he was unable to suppress the mirth-ridden simper that etched itself across the seams of his thin dyads, head falling forward, whilst he massages his temples. If another, however, were to have said such to him, he would have blatantly ignore them, but because this was Seulgi, he was immediately moved by her adorable mannerisms. Call him biased, but he’s always had a weak spot for her in his heart.
Seulgi’s inquiry is all it takes to distract him from his work. It’d be pathetic to some, sweet to others. Yuta sets his textbook off to the side, before he swivels around in his seat to face the elder. He holds eye-contact for seconds on end, gaze practically boring into her own as time inevitably ran through it’s coursed. He doesn’t have a clue as to how someone could be so mesmerizing; one look at her, and he was enticed by her beauty and all that she is. “Why do you do this?” He deadpands, the upper segment of his body moving towards her; he’s close, dangerously close, their faces just inches apart. “Why do you keep making my heart flutter?”
