And he is looking at me.

Of all the times in my life I have wished to make eye contact with him "just at least once!", this has to be the time. This has to be the moment. He couldn't make eye contact with me at his concert in New Jersey. No. He couldn't even come over to my side of the stage.

He couldn't make eye contact with me earlier this month at the Busan Film Festival although he was only fifteen feet away from me.

No. He has to make eye contact with me now. After tripping on him and squeezing the life out of his arms, he has to make eye contact with me. As all my classmates are running towards him in fan girling passion, now, he has to make eye contact with me. No. No, this is okay. He didn't see my face to my knowledge…but then again-it's not like I changed my clothes in between my ten minute spring to class.

His intense stare that he has locked me in doesn't change my assumption either. Yeah, he saw me. 

Maybe he's not looking at me though. 

I turn around and notice that no one is standing behind me. Must be the building. Yeah, the university is freaking gorgeous. 

Who am I kidding? I turn back around and he's still staring despite the hoards of girls and some boys that have massed around him and the several camera men. He's a head taller then most of the girls that have surrounded him and looks so still when standing in the middle of a bunch of shaking girls.  The host begins to talk and I notice as TOP is broken