Nothing really changed much after our confession. I was still the same me, who gets shy every now and then at Woojin's antics, and Woojin was still himself, being dumb like he always was. The only difference was, we both knew how we felt and we could act more freely around each other. His hugs and touches meant more than it did before, because I now knew the reason behind them.

 
But there was still something missing. I wasn't really sure what we were after the kiss. The others started looking for us just as the fireworks display ended, so neither of us was able to ask the other. More so, we haven't told anyone else about what happened yet. So it's really just up to us to ask each other.

 
It wasn't too much of a problem though. Neither did it bother me too much. I was already happy with what we had now, and to be able to allow myself to feel that way after holding it back.
 

 
 
Woojin was different from others. Though he was always acting silly and annoyingly, he had a pure and a sweet heart inside. He always thought of others and helped them though, unknown to them, he had problems of his own. Just how he was always understanding of me even when we've only known each other for a short period of time. One thing that can prove how easily he had crept into my heart and took a place. 
 

Just looking at Woojin for a short moment, already showed me that attachment is different from actually loving someone. Love is all about making the best choices. Not only for your self and the person you love, but for others too. Love is also about contentment and acceptance. I didn't need a crown on top of my head just to prove something about our love. Because love is in everything we do for each other, no matter how little. Like how Woojin holds my hand to keep it warm, how he worries over me and just with a simple look in his eyes that tells me everything I need to know. Those little things were enough to make me feel his love.
 

Attachments aren't powerful enough to overtake a person as love would. That's what I learned. Because contrary to what I've felt for Jihoon, I felt totally different with Woojin. Woojin makes me feel like everything is brighter and that there's no need for me to worry about anything. Because he'd be there. I learned that I had worth, because Woojin showed me that I did, which I never realized with Jihoon before (because he practically took that away from me when he made me chase after him helplessly). And that was love for me.
 
 

 
We spent the rest of winter happily. I got to spend my birthday with the rest of the guys. I found out that the reason why Woojin didn't buy me a Christmas gift, was because he was planning something big for my birthday. But it was nothing too grand. It was just me, Yoojung and the boys (and a skype call with my parents that they managed to plan as well). The kiss we shared on New Year's eve was already a month ago and just like that, January faded away and it was February again. Which meant that there were classes again and that prom was nearing as well. Different from before, winning the crown didn't feel too important anymore. Just the fact that I'd get to slow dance with someone I liked, having a night feel magical with him, already made me feel like it was going to be the best night of my life.
 

 
"Good morning" Woojin greeted as we walked along the halls together.
 

"Good morning" I yawned before smiling up at him sleepily.

 
"Didn't you fix your sleep schedule before classes began again?" He asked.

 
"I could've if everytime you called, it was earlier than 10 in the evening" I scowled.

 
"Oh, right" he laughed.

 
As I arrived in my room, he gave my cheeks a soft squeeze before leaving for his own class.

 
"See you later" he said with a salute.

 
I smiled back softly, nodding.

 
I entered the classroom blankly, still as sleepy as ever. I saw Yoojung arrive with Donghyun shortly after. I gave him a short wave and a small smile, which he returned.
 

As Yoojung neared my desk, she knocked on my head.
 

"You look like you're high" she snickered.

 
"I want to sleep so bad" I groaned.

 
"Well you better not sleep on class today. Remember that our first period is calculus and even if you get the subject, Mrs. Yoo hates students who sleep on her class" she reminded me as she took a seat.
 

I groaned louder ruffling my own hair in frustration.
 

Moments later, the door opened to reveal our teacher Mrs. Yoo. We greeted her and settled in our seats, pulling out our notebooks to write in.

 
As the class went on, Mrs. Yoo droning on about the lesson, my head felt like it was floating on water and I couldn't focus on anything.

 
I stared down at the empty page of my notebook, not finding the will to write down any notes because of the drowsiness I felt. I widened my eyes at my notebook, forcing them to keep open. But I just grew even more sleepier because of what I did.
 

I looked back up at Mrs. Yoo, who was writing stuff on the board, her back us. Then I looked back down.

 
Closing my eyes for a moment won't hurt right?
 

I contemplated before folding my arms on my desk and leaning down. I closed my eyes, almost sighing in relaxation. I just need to focus on the noise around the classroom then I won't fall asleep.

 
I believed that.

I really did.

But as I was startled awake by a kick on my desk, I stopped doing so. My head snapped up, getting a little dizzy with the suddenness, as I stared up, horrified, at Mrs. Yoo. I heard the class erupt into giggles, Yoojung included, which I paid no mind.

 
She stared down at me in distaste. "I'm very disappointed to see such an outstanding student sleep in my class. What do you think your father will feel, knowing this?" She said.

 
All my drowsiness was now gone and was replaced by how my heart was beating so fast after getting startled awake.
 

"Sorry Ma'am" I apologized.

 
"I do not tolerate such behavior" she said, looking around the classroom to say that it applied to all of the students at the class.
 

"Even if their father is a powerful man" she stared back at me, not with even a hint of trying to embarrass me. Mrs. Yoo was a kind woman. She was just really strict when it comes to discipline.

 
"And so, to be fair, you need to come with me to the faculty later to help me sort out my things. Any objections?" She asked with a raise of her brows.
 

"None ma'am" I said dejectedly.

 
"Okay then. I expect everyone to hand in t