I hugged my books tightly, not wanting to let them go since they gave me something to hold onto. I darted my eyes to every student that was walking in the hallway, afraid of making a mistake of bumping into someone. It was an overstatement to say that I hated school; but it was definitely a place that was full of anxiety for me. There were not many good memories to be made. But in a way, I was glad I was at school instead of at home... I know how that goes. I smiled to myself, not paying attention and looking at the floor.

          My papers flew all around me, my text books falling on the floor as I fell on my to the hallway floor. A collective gasp from the students around me erupted, and I looked up hastily in embarrassment to my surprise.

"J-Ji Hansol..." I sputtered, as a apparent red blush spread across my cheeks. 

"Do I know you?" his voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, clear as a bell, melodious to my ears but the words were like a slap.

Of course. He wouldn't know me.

"I don't think so..." I nervously responded, keeping my head low as possible.

          Hurriedly scrambling off my feet, I clumsily picked up all my papers and went for my textbooks when he bent down and stared right into my eyes. I inaudibly gulped, suddenly my mouth was dry, unable to form any coherent thoughts that were fighting in my head. He was so gorgeous that I couldn't even tell how long I had been staring at him until I heard the bell ring loudly announcing that it was already beginning second period, yet I couldn't find it inside me to take my eyes off of the sight. He had short, soft black hair, with parted pink lips and doe-like eyes.

"You look like you're having trouble with carrying these books." he abruptly said, surprising me and I instinctively jumped back a few meters as I watched Hansol pick up the textbooks previously in my possession. 

"I'll put these, and those papers you're holding into my locker here," Hansol stated lamely, snatching my papers from my hands, shoving the books and papers in the locker coincidentally behind him.

        Get out, get away, I felt like all my senses were alight with fire, it was so unrecognizable that I had no idea what to do except for to flee the rather awkward situation. I stood up, turning my back to him.

"Sorry, I have to go-"

"No . We've already skipped five minutes of second period, don't you know?" he drawled, clearly uninterested with the world, not recognizing what being late to a class meant to me. 

"We-what?! What do you mean 'we'! You're late! I'm not! I'm never late!" I blurted, all feeling leaving my legs and I nearly buckled under the not-at-all great prospect of