Dara has a lot of thoughts in this chapter ~ 

& I was able to update both of my fics this time, yayayayaya <3 But I won't be updating for a while.. Exams are just around the corner & it's crunch time, but I will be updating a lot once the next two weeks are over so please wait for me ~ ^___^

LONG CHAPTER AHEAD TO MAKE UP FOR THE NEXT WEEK ! :D

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Dara's PV



I don't know what's happening to me, since when was it this easy to talk to Creepyeol? Since when did I blush this much for a guy? I stopped trying since Minho. Aigoooo.... I don't know anymore! Maybe I'm being blinded by stupidity? Aishhh, I'll never know.



"Yeol, I should probably go... They're probably thinking that I'm taking a long dump in the washroom. It's been half an hour." He chuckled and I felt some colour rush into my cheeks.



"We also missed 30 minutes of the game, but that's okay. I had more fun here then I'd ever have at a basketball game, and no I don't play just because I'm this tall." He said and I smirked at him.



"Yeh, me too..." When did things get awkward? Wait, what am I even saying? When did I get awkward? Sandara Park you are just overthinking things you dumb dumb.



He followed me downstairs and I (being the clumsy girl I am), tripped on the last step. But apparently Yeol is too, because he tripped right after me and he ended up trapping me against the wall.



"Dara... I-I'm so, so, sorry.. I'm really clumsy." He looked down and refused to look at my face.



"I can tell." I giggled and he blushed.



"So maybe we should g-" We caught each other's gaze and I felt like my breathing hiked up in speed.



A million things were running through my head:



1) I must look like a cherry right now.



2) The pace of my heart right now is like the souund of hail when it falls on the ground, unexpected but extremely fast.



3) The liveliness in his eyes.. His freaking brown eyes.



4) My breathing... I sound like I'm constipated.



5) The way his glasses are sliding down his nose, and his contoured collarbones.... 



6) Do I look weird? Does my hair look okay? God, what deodorant am I using? Does my breath stink?



7) I'm being irrational here.



8) Stupid, STUPID Dara.



9) Why are his lips like that? Why.. I want to know what it feels like if I-



As if by instinct I shut my eyes and I waited... My nervousness was about to reach its highest limit and I began shaking my head. What, are you trying to look cute Dara? This isn't like you. I opened my eyes and to my surprise, he was exactly 3 inches away from my face.



"Dara, are you okay?" He asked. Cute... WHY IS HE SO CUTE?!



"Y-yeh... Y-Yeol I-I-" I instinctively tiptoed and he looked at me questionably. SANDARA PARK ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?



"I-I just want to-" We pulled apart when we heard the door swing open.



"1 hour. Well, how was your time in the washroom Dara?" My ex was flushed and he was sweating with a towel at hand.



"Oh, it was quite pleasant.