warning: completely random drabble ahead.
(heyheyhey, don't blame me. it's like 10:20 pm, but I really wanted to write this!)

She stayed where she was, looking at him. He wasn’t particularly handsome. Dark hair, mysterious eyes, charming (quite), but then again, he was pretty average. She didn’t see much potential in him. She had many guys after her. Taeyang, Wooyoung, Yoseob, and a lot of others, who had better qualities than he did. But there was something about him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Jieun! Are you listening to me?” Jiyeon (her best friend) practically yelled in her ear.

“Yes. Wait, no. Wait, what did you say?” Jieun replied, looking at her.

Jiyeon shook her head. “I’m saying that Minho’s looking at you.” Then, looking at the girl’s raised eyebrow, she added, “I don’t know why you don’t consider him, really. He’s so… dreamy. Everyone likes him. Everyone. But you. And the thing is, it’s like some kind of drama or something. You don’t want him. What a waste.”

Jieun sipped her tea and looked at Jiyeon closely. “It’s not that I don’t want him,” she said, “it’s just that I have so many other guys to look at… why would I look only at him? It’s like everyone expects us to get together—”

“We do. Come on, you both are like… popular people. And you’d be the ‘it’ couple of the year. And besides, it’s not like the other guys are as wanted as he is.” Jiyeon rolled her eyes, trying to talk some sense into her.

Jieun smiled. “He’s… something.”

“Everyone is. But he’s not just something. He’s special. He’s coming over. I’ll go now.” Jiyeon pinched Jieun’s shoulder, causing the latter to hiss, as she walked away calmly.

Everyone’s eyes were on the two, Minho and Jieun, as he walked over, across the cafeteria. Jieun in a breath, like someone had punched her, and remained composed, keeping a poker face as he sat from across her. For a moment, they both didn’t speak, just looking at each other, as if it was a stare-off (except, you know, a thousand times less intense). And then, she chuckled.

“What’s up, Choi Minho?” She asked, casually starting the conversation.

He smiled a little, knowing that this would be like the other conversations he shared. Her playing hard to get and him trying to win her over (which, never happened, of course.) So this time, he answered differently.

“Absolutely nothing, Ji. But I’d like to ask you a question.”

“Shoot.” She replied, intrigued.

“Why not me, Jieun?” He asked, but she didn’t reply, surprised that he would as such a stupid question. It really was stupid, and it was as if he didn’t know the answer—he did. “And before you answer… Tell me something I don’t know.”

Just like that, she was at a loss for words.