“I told you my name and all my problems from the start" He ranted "Even when we've known each other for only 3 weeks, you look at me like you've known me my entire life" I looked up very amused "It’s like you know corners of me even I don’t know”.

"My mom says I can read people" I shrugged, not minding my mother's words much. She liked to jabber about how many features I had, even when I'd never agreed to a single one.

"You can!" he cried, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Very well, but I don't know if I like it just yet. I feel exposed. Tell me something about you to compensate reading me!" Jongin demanded. I faced him surprised. Did he expect me to make a confession or to tell something about my life, like when I started talking?

"Something about me?" I asked and he nodded excited, waiting for my confession. Well I had something interesting to say... And he wanted a confession.

I got a little closer and Jongin watched the space between us shorten. "You fascinate me".

My confession didn't cause the effect I was expecting. I expected him to blush and giggle, but no. That was Jongin. He dared to get even closer. "In a good way?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes "Of course it's in a good way, Jongin, I said you fascinate me!"

He laughed, and the sound warmed every inch of my body, like having the sun focused in heating only me.

"Well, you intrigue me" he said.

"I do?"

"Yeah... I've been watching you for a long time".

I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes at his words. Watching me for a long time?

"What do you mean?"

"I've been watching you for like… 2 weeks before we met" he started, making sure to look at the ground while speaking. "I saw you standing by the door of your classroom. That’s how I knew you are a sophomore".

When he looked at me, I felt that same warmth and recognized that as a thrill only Jongin was able to make me feel. He continued, moving a few inches closer. Now there was only a tiny space separating us, and I could feel Jongin's breath reaching my face. "I think it's something about the way you move your hands. Or the way you your lips when they’re dry-" he giggled at his own words. "I like you".

"In a good way?" I asked unwittingly looking straight in his eyes.

“I’ll kiss you now”.