A locker slams with unnecessary force and makes you jump in your seat. You glare in the direction of the noise, mumbling to yourself, "Jesus, it's not like I'm trying to read or anything." You let out a small huff and shake your head, running your hand over the open pages of your book.

You are 21-year-old Lee Haeyeon and at this point in your life, you have witnessed the majority of your friends get married, have kids, or move across the country - three things you couldn't worry less about.  

It was always your choice to go to school after you graduated, but no one warned you how stressful college could be. Halfway through your first two years, you decided to change your major; a decision that would cost you mentally and emotionally, as well as financially. As a result, you had to play catch-up while the other students coasted through their classes comfortably, inevitably making it the hardest year of your life. 

You squirm in your seat, trying to find the right position to release some tension in your muscles. Every semester you attended at this school made your body ache with eagerness to leave. And finally, you're so close to the end. 

"6 weeks, 6 weeks," you say to yourself, trying to get back into the rhythm of the words on the page closest to you. You decide to switch subjects for a moment to give your head a break from the same textbook. Reaching inside of your bag, you pull out a rather hefty reader; intimidating on the outside, but full of wonder on the inside. Without hesitation, you grab a chunk of pages and fold them to the opposite side, randomly landing in an unread chapter-- a game you enjoyed playing with this book specifically. Displayed before you on the crisp pages are pictures of large scale paintings, done by various artists from around the globe. 

You can picture the conversation you would have with your parents, the look of disdain on their face as you tell them about changing your major so that you can be an art history professor. You shrug your shoulders to yourself; it's one less thing to worry about when you don't have any parents.

After almost an hour, you decide that it's time to leave and begin packing up your things. You take the large textbook and place it in first, followed by your workbook, when out of the corner of your eye you spot something moving toward you. And it's moving quickly.

You try to shove your things in your bag a little quicker to avoid any possible interaction with a stranger, but as the figure moves closer, you curiously slow down your movements. When it seems like it's right beside you, you dart your eyes up to see who it is, and you gasp softly to yourself. 

All you can remember seeing is dark, flowing hair, and a pair of deep brown eyes that feel like they could tear you apart. 

It's followed by a small gust of wind and you avert your eyes. You stay that way for a moment, and then tilt your head up slightly, scanning the area in front of you. 

Wait.

You squint at the figure, as he stands near the door at the end of the room. How did he get there so quickly? You were sure he had to be only a few steps away from you when you decided to look again. 

The last things you catch before he leaves through the door is a smirk.

And you swear he's looking right at you. 

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