This was requested by wolffoggirl 

I’m so sorry about this request, it had been in my askbox for a year and half now lol I’m really sorry I wanted to write it in a good way but the plot wouldn’t match up with any idea... and... I think I somehow figure how to write it! Even though I’m not sure anyway I hope you will like it and sorry again~ 

P.S >> M or H stands for Mind or Heart

"So about Y/N...." Jinyoung started for the nth time, making Jackson groan in annoyance.

"Seriously, Junior. I told you I'm not talking about her. Forget it."

"Jackson, I never asked you for a favor before. Just tell me...."

Jackson stood up from the couch that was placed in the practice room. A good scowl was placed over his face.

"Sorry, Junior. Ask me anything else but how to approach her. The answer isn't with me." Jackson noticed the hurt look over Jinyoung expression and he groaned again.

Jackson didn't want to hurt his friend, yet he knew how he wouldn't be able help him no matter what. "She is about to make her debut, man!! And she is a damn workaholic. I'm doing this as a favor for you, believe me. She doesn't even think about dating so forget about her. She is not for you"

"She's your friend!"

"I know, that's why I'm warning you. Forget her. Look for someone else."

Forget about her.

If it was this easy, Jinyoung wouldn't have asked Jackson for any help.

It happened two weeks ago when he was passing through the practice room because he had forgotten his phone there.

She had always been around. But Jinyoung never did give a notice about the trainees there. They were just like other kids who worked hard to reach what he had reached. He also himself was working hard to care about the others. When he looked at them, he would remember the old days when he was just like them, a trainee with a lot of passion for dancing.

However kids these days, found it easier. They could give up on their dreams easily and they could do whatever they want. They were lazy and pretend to be working hard.

But she wasn't like them.

When he saw her dancing, sweat tickling the side of her temple and the way she scowled and groaned when she made a wrong move, Jinyoung could tell that she loved what she was doing and that she had more passion in dancing than he had and that she was fighting for her dreams. He almost got into the room, to help her out with her moves, but he resisted it, thinking how creepy he would look.

He found his heart skipping beats at her sight afterwards. When she passed by him and just bow for a greeting as her senior. When he accidentally saw her heading off from the practice room, sweat making her shirt sticking to her body, his heart would flutter and his stomach would knock. She was pretty.

His heart wouldn't calm down when he heard her name and at the moment, Jinyoung realized that he really did have feelings for her. Or should he say interest, since he didn't really know her?

Whatever it was Jinyoung knew he had to approach her and talk to her, knew her.

"I know she works hard for her debut, but--"

"Good. Then leave her alone please. Dating to her is like killing her. She trusts no one and that would only hurt you. I hope you understand my point." Jackson spat his words, before walking out of the practice room, leaving Jinyoung staring dizzily at the mirror in front of him.

The rest of the guys had already left to their dorm and Jinyoung excused Jackson for a little talk. Which at the end Jinyoung hadn't got what he wanted from him.

Maybe he shouldn't have asked Jackson in the first place for help. It wasn't like Jinyoung couldn't approach Y/N in the first place. He was actually nervous and worried to mess it up, but he wanted to meet her not as a senior in the same company but as a friend of a friend. He wanted to make it less awkward when he got to know her, but Jackson wasn't in the help.

Maybe Jinyoung should really forget about it. Maybe he was just amazed by her passion and ambition and nothing more. It is just an admiration he told himself with a sigh. His hand ran over his face as he suddenly felt tired.

He reached for his jacket that was placed on the couch's arm and stood up to leave when the door swung open softly. Jinyoung froze when he got grimace of you, entering, eyes sticking to your iPod. He inhaled sharply when you flickered your hair over shoulder. You were wearing your training clothes. Plain white shirt under a blue jacket and tight leggings to help you move freely.

And it seemed like you didn't notice that there was anyone in the room at all, so that when you looked up and saw Jinyoung standing at the far end of the room beside the couch you jumped slightly and took off your headphones immediately.

"Hello." You greeted him formally with a bow.

"A-ah! Hello." Jinyoung greeted back. His mind was completely out of his body. He couldn't help but think that you seriously were beautiful. Had you always looked this beautiful? Why hadn't he noticed it before?

"Are you still using...?" You said, pointing at the walls, mentioning for the room. You knew that GOT7 would be the last one using this practice room, and then the room would be free. There was another practice room, but the other trainees were using it and you wanted to practice alone. Less distraction.

"No." Jinyoung shook his head as he grabbed his phone that was left alone on the couch. "I was leaving."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." You bit your lips and he shook his head again.

"No, you didn't." He shot you a small smile as he started to walk across the room. "Practice as much as you want. Don't exhaust yourself."

"Yeah." You answered, with a small smile back.

"It's already late, so don't get later than this." Jinyoung heard himself saying as he paused in front of you. You gave him a raised eyebrow and then a smile as you nodded again.

"Yes, sunbae."

"O-oh okay I will leave now." He continued to walk, opened the door and out of the room. Once the door closed behind him, he placed a hand over his chest and exhaled the breath he was holding. His heart was beating so fast and so loud. He thought it could explode at any moment. He looked back at the closed door, thinking how you could make him feel like this. A feeling he always wanted to feel and keep inside of him, a feeling he want to develop and make it real.

Jinyoung jumped when the door, he was staring at snapped open, his eyes widened as well as yours. You didn't expect him to be here and he didn't expect you to open the door.

"You haven't left yet." She sighed in relief.

"I-is something wrong?"

"Your wallet." You reached out a dark brown leathered wallet. He took it from you as he opened it and closed his eyes tightly.

"Did you open it?" He