Chanyeols POV                                (4 weeks later)

I was moving between classes trying to push my way through the bustling crowd. I hadn't returned to that dance room since my first day on campus. I was too busy, at least that's what I told myself. To be honest I wanted to run into there every morning, but I had to take my time, I had to be mature. I've gotten into the habit of scanning the rushing bodies that pasted me to see if she was among them. It wasn't very often that I saw her though, but when I did it was like time froze just for a minute as she passed me. I would find myself holding my breath for those brief moments of time. What has gotten into me, am I sick? I haven't told anyone in the group about Cordelia, she's like my own little secret. I feel that maybe if I keep her to myself it would make it feel like she was closer to being mine. But I've got to find a way to focus on something other than her though. Lately at practice I tend to get distracted and end up causing problems with the choreographing. The boys are worried about me but I don't want to tell them the truth. I came to Yonsei hoping to refocus myself but instead my mind is going crazy making me think of nothing but her. I must have stopped walking while I was trying to sort my thoughts, because I was alone now. The hallways that not too long ago were filled with movement had now become void of life.

"What are you going to do Park Chan Yeol?" I spoke into the still air as I subconsciously ran my hand through my hair. I sighed and looked out the window, it was slowly starting to rain. The school bell rang, meaning I was going to be late for my next class. But my feet didn't  move, something had caught my attention. The rain went from being a slight drizzle to a down poor, but out in the middle of the courtyard stood a slim silhouette of what looked like to be a girl. Her hair was so wet it stuck to her shoulders, she turned around to face me. Her grey eyes looked as if some one had stolen part of the stormy clouds above the rain and made them into shiny marbles to complement her face. I remember the first time I looked into those eyes and though how they make  you feel like grabbing their owner into a hug and never letting go of them. And now once again our gazes were locked together even though I was two stories above her. Before I knew it I had dropped the books I was carrying and sprinted down the staircase that led to the courtyard where she was. Luckily Suho had made me where my jacket to class today even though I insisted it wasn't going to rain. As I ran out towards Cordelia I pulled  the jacket off of my body.

"What are you CRAZY!?!?!" I half wheezed half yelled at her, she looke