You know it’s Baekhyun, it was only him that would call you such endearment because well, you’re just 158 cm.

“I need to go home now, Hyungie. Bye bye.” You stammered, not facing him.

“But—“ He was cut off by you.

“Talk to you some other time, Hyungie. I need to go home.” You ran towards the door, not giving him a single stare. You bumped into someone when you’re already outside the door, making you dropped your homework.

“Hey! Watch your step!” He mocked.

“Sorry.” You swiftly answered, not looking at the guy’s face, picking up your notebook.

You run as fast as you could until you’re out of breath, then you halted, feeling your forehead as you catch your breath.

Why am I so unlucky? Why do I have to see him just now? And shorty? What the hell! Why did he keep on calling me such endearment?! That numb bastard! You said to yourself and you’re sure that your blood is boiling at the moment.

You walk towards the bus station and there, you wait for arrival of the bus. Pursing your lips while staring at your blue wrist watch, a car stopped in front of you, honking.

“Miss, I think you and I live at the same block, mind if I give you a ride? The next bus will arrive after 15 minutes and it’s already late.”He opened the window and smiled at you.

You’re eyes grew wide. HOLY ING . OH SEHUN. YOUR CHILDHOOD CRUSH.

“Me? You’re talking to me?” You blink your eyes, still not believing what’s happening. Wait, omfg, he recognizes me as one of the neighborhood. I can just die now.

“Yes, miss. Get in.” He said, as he opened the door.

I sat on the front seat. Of course awkward silence is really suffocating. Then, he broke the silence,

“Hey. You are?”

“ Jung Miyeon.” You casually answered.

“Okay. So, Miyeon-ssi, I think I’ve seen you few times around the block so I recognized you. Uhm, mind if I ask why are you still not in your house? I mean, it’s already late.” He asked, looking at the road.

“Uhm. I did my homework at a friend’s house. So yeah.”

“Math?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“Intelligent guess.”

“Uh. Wow. Great.” You said awkwardly, playing with your fingers.

“Sorry for making you awkward. I mean, I think I talk too much.” He said, looking at you, smiling.

Oh gods and goddesses. Can you stop this man from doing such things?! I might pinch him to death. You scream inside your head.

“Oh no. You don’t. I’m just. You know. Bad at talking to strangers.” You answered honestly, still playing with your fingers.

“I’m sorry for being a stranger then.”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s not like that, okay? It’s just that I like you and I feel awkward whenever I talk to my crush, do