Mia here. Not MIA, Mia. And here's my story about the guy I found cute and tried numerous times to talk to finally talking to me. You'll be in for a ride with my best friends HImchan, Junhong and Jaz. There's the boy Daehyun too. And a couple of other unnescessary people coming along our way.

4pm lecture.

Same spot, same routine.

Hopefully.

Daehyun filed into the row ahead of mine, but today he waved hello with a tight lipped smile before moving down the empty row into his usual seat.

“Looks like you got somewhere” my friend giggled.

“Shut up Jaz.” Gosh, why are we friends again?

“I know you well enough to know what you’re thinking. You eyed that guy so much and when you lost all hope finally he notices you.”

“Jaz, the lecture’s starting.” Himchan whispered. Tapping my fingers away at my phone for Himchan’s screen to light, the lad beside me scoffed at his screen.

Fifty focused minutes passed with ease. Pad paper with notes on alkane alkehen and alkynes slid into my bag. Backpacked students filing out of the theatres, an arm bumped into my shoulder with practised ease. “If you’re so thankful for e saving you from Jaz’s obnoxiousness, Pizza’s on you tonight” the familiar culprit spoke up.

“I have barely enough money to go home today Himchan,” I sighed. “If the bills come on time don’t expect me at uni until payday.”

A relaxed arm slung itself around me shoulders. “I’ll pick you up, no one misses out on their education infront of me.” Yongguk’s deep voice came from behind. With eased practise I shrugged the arm off my frame.

“Yongguk. If you weren’t gay I would have married you by now.”

“Nothing’s stopping you from marrying Yongguk, FYI, the straight guy.” He laughed. Embarassment flooded your system.

“Himchan told me you were gay. Trust me I don’t like believing this idiot”

The culprit hummed in thought. “You’re straight?” Himchan asked only to get Yongguk grabbing him in a playful headlock.

“Yongguk. Spare him two minutes of your attention too, you’re flatmates aren’t you?”

“Oi!” Himchan protested. “You make him sound like a king”

“He is a king, but communism over autocracy of any kind.”

A sultry laugh escaped Yongguk’s lips. “There’s a chapel 10 minutes away from here Mia.”

“We’re not in Vegas” HImchan bit in making us laugh.

“But you serious about driving me to uni?”

“No,” the jerk scoffed. “I live on the other side. I’ll take you anywhere else in my way though, no biggie.”

“Ask me if you need a anything, I’ll help out as nest as I can.” Himchan smiled. “This guy drives like a snail.”

“I guess I’ll have to look into things today.” I sighed, stopping just before the exit. It’s pouring cats and dogs out there.

“We’ve got a class on the other campus in town, get home safely Mia” Himchan waved as he pulled Yongguk with him.

A few minutes passed and so did the rush. Lectures began while people cleared out to go home or to their hangout spots but here I stood, in a dilemma, do I wait this rain out or do I go home? If I miss my bus I’ll get sick and will miss out work so less money. If I go now I will still get sick but at least I’ll be home in time to take care of myself.

A red Suzuki swift pulled up in front of the exit steps. The passenger window rolled down to reveal Daehyun, smiling softly, pointing to his phone.