Hoseok carried on watching her, as a stray of hair fell down, framing her face.

He didn't know what it was, but he felt some sort of connection with her. It was the weirdest feeling in the world.

The teacher briskly walked in, ending all chatters in the classroom.

"Jung Hana, take them earphones out." Hana rolled her eyes, as everyone looked at her. She shot them an irritated look, as they turned away, flustered.

Hoseok and Namjoon had turned around as well. If looks could kill, it'd be everyone's funeral already.

'Jung Hana...' 

"Hyung!" Hoseok looked at Namjoon. "That's pretty similar to your name, don't you think?"

"I guess... Maybe it's just a coincidence, I don't know."

"Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, if I don't remember correctly, you were forbidden to sit next to each other?"

They didn't even bother replying.

"Jung Hoseok, please move to the seat next Kim Jiyeon."

Hoseok groaned, while Namjoon cursed quietly. The teacher was sending him into the fangirl territory. The most dangerous place in the classroom.

Hoseok looked around frantically as the girls were all whispering excitedly. "Can't I sit there?" He pointed to the desk behind him.

Hana looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. 'Don't even dare.' Her eyes were warning. 

The teacher looked behind, before he smiled.

"That's a great idea."

The girls were whining, some even sending Hana glares. Hana was desperately trying to send mind messages to the teacher while Hoseok was picking up his things and took a seat.

Namjoon laughed and fist bumped him as he went. Hoseok had a really clever plan there.

"Actually, Kim Namjoon, please sit over here." The teacher pointed to an empty desk.

The laughter quickly stopped. "Why?"

"Because I can see that you are still close to Hoseok. I will not have you disrupting my class."

"But-"