Baekhyun leaned with his back against the wall, watching you with his eyes pooled in hope, almost desperately so as he had fired a now very common question. He would never give up, and deep down you knew you loved it. It had only a couple of weeks since you'd transferred into this university and almost immediately, this charming boy had taken up the space next to you with no hesitation. But not as a mere friend, no, he liked you and from the first day he hadn't been scared to make you understand that he was interested. Baekhyun was indeed flattering to you- and you couldn't find it in yourself to deny the little butterflies fluttering in your stomach whenever he'd purposely brush his hand against yours- or when spoke to you with his satin-like voice, honey dripping from his lips when he called you with pet names; Baby, sweetheart, love.  With those sparkling eyes and a flirty smirk curling upon his lips whenever he'd see you, following your every movement with his gaze as if you wee his favorite movie. You liked it, you liked every ounce of it, every day, you considered university your favorite place because you could see him. You liked him.

"So do you like me? Or do you not like me back?" Baekhyun questioned for the second week in a row, making you extremely embarassed but also very nervous, with your heart pounding violently against your ribs and sweat layering on your palms. Every time he'd asked the question you had given him vague answers, no confirmations, no rejection, which invited him to continue court you. The reason to why you hadn't given him an answer yet was because of his boldness, that for a fact was even a bit charming, but nonetheless, even if you liked him, it had felt way too early to get into that kind of relationship with someo