POV: You're a uni student who ardently admires a boy in one of your lectures. How is that going for you?
pairing: reader x yang jungwon
WC: 799
(one-sided, slight angst, horrific yearning, wrote this while listening to 'love' by Keyshia Cole, inspired after seeing Honey Glazed Jungwon at the Coachella stage)
It's Tuesday, 09:30. You're sitting in your lecture. The Prof. is talking about something or other, but your focus is wholly taken by the boy sitting two rows in front of you, slightly to your left.
Yang Jungwon.
You've spoken to him once, maybe twice. In passing. Waiting for the lecture hall to empty from the previous class. But before you can establish a proper connection, introduce yourself; it's time to go inside.
He's pretty.
Fluffy dyed blonde hair. Deep, rich chocolate brown eyes. Yet, with the way the light catches them, you find yourself thinking of a sparkling, bubbly fountain of cola during summer, instead of a fathomless, dark lake. Regardless, you still get lost in them. But that's not what catches your attention. It's not his broad shoulders, or his adorable dimple, or his kind demeanor, or how it's clear he works out.
It's his skin. Warm. Honey. There's something about it that complements his features. You yearn to be held in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. It fills you with the desire to stare, to ogle. It's not like he'd see you. You're sitting behind him, and he's always looking at what Prof. has to say.
You look back at your notes, already knowing that your focus is gone for the rest of the lecture.
The next time you see him, it's in passing on campus. You look away, knowing that if you made eye contact, your chest would constrict, and blood would rush to your cheeks. You don't know if he sees you. You don't even know if he remembers your name as you walk past him with practiced indifference.
That day, when you order your usual drink at the campus cafe, you add honey instead of sugar.
The next Tuesday arrives too quickly for your liking. You consider skipping the lecture, but a small part of your heart yearns to see him again. So, you go.
Same spot, like usual. It's routine. That's what keeps you grounded enough to go to your lectures. At least... that's what you tell yourself.
You don't think too much of it when you spot him around campus more often. You try to ignore how sometimes the sunlight would catch his skin, how it's like your world is skewed with golden light.
Rationally speaking, you barely know the guy. Just a few polite greetings here and there, and the occasional remark about the weather. You don't know if he remembers you or knows your name.
You next see him at the grocery store, getting groceries to take back to his dorm, or apartment (you're not sure). You stare for a moment, appreciating the sight before you. He was just pushing his cart, checking his grocery list on his phone, donned in a hoodie and sweatpants. So simple.
Maybe it's because you deprive yourself of the chance to properly admire him that you feel these things. You don't even realize you're lost in your thoughts until he's waving at you with a polite smile.
Shit.
Your throat feels tight, constricted with emotions fighting to be displayed. You feel your face and ears get warm, and you suddenly feel less aware of who is around you. Before it gets too awkward, you wave back, hesitant, then look away. You push your cart to the spice aisle, needing to top up on some house essentials. After that, you hurriedly go to pay. You needed to get some assignments done anyway.
The next Tuesday arrives. The dreaded 08:30 to 10:30 lecture.
You do a quick sweep of the lecture hall when you arrive, and you immediately notice that Jungwon isn't in his usual spot. You decide to sit in your usual spot anyway, assuming he's probably running late. Not that it matters, of course.
By the time Jungwon comes into the lecture hall, his usual seat is taken by someone else. You look at him briefly, when he's not looking at you, before turning back to your work. You look at the usually empty spot next to you, and for a fraction of a second, you let your heart hope, before pushing the idea down into your gut.
He finds somewhere else to sit, in the same row as you. About 8 seats to your left. You continue to focus on the lecture, not wanting to get caught by his wandering gaze.
It's near the end of the horrible two-hour lecture that you allow yourself the small luxury of looking at him. He's always the type to focus on the Prof. with those dark brown eyes of his, writing notes on his notepad, not wanting to miss a detail. He wouldn't notice your ogling. He never did. So, you quickly look at him.
You see his calm, focused gaze fixated on you.
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