"Gwaenchanha, Yeol-ah?" he laughed. I blushed and nodded. He offered a hand to pull me up. I bit my lip before taking his hand and letting him pull me up.

"Soo," I said softly.

"Ne?" he looked at me, smiling.

"Will you-"

I woke with a start. I blinked a few times before sitting up on my bed. Do I really have to wake up everytime that happens? Everytime I confess in my dream?

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"Annyeong," he said cheerfully, settling on the chair beside me in math class.

"Annyeong," I mumbled, my cheeks burning.

"You're still so quiet," he commented.

"Am I?"

"Yeah. You've been like that since the first day we met. Am I making you uncomfortable or something?"

"What? Of course not!"

"Then talk more. Jebal. I like your voice,"

"You... you like my voice?"

"Yup,"

"Oh,"

"Talk more, SungYeol-ssi. Please?"

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Now that.... Is a problem," he said. I looked back down at my book, hiding a smile. He liked my voice? Jjjinja?

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"Where are you taking me?" he asked me as I dragged him.

"Just keep quiet," I said.

"Tell me first,"

"I want to tell you something really important,"

"But it's so cold,"

"Are you always this noisy?"

"Nope,"

"You're really noisy. Jjinja,"

"Sorry,"

"Yeah yeah. Sorry for dragging you,"

"It's fine. What did you want to tell me?"

"I...."

"You what?"

"I like you," he finished.

"Yah, Lee SungYeol! Stop joking!"

"How do you know I'm joking when you rarely hear me speak?"

"Oh... You have a point,"

"Anyways, Kim MyungSoo. I'm not joking,"

"How did this happen?"

"I don't know,"

"We don't even talk to each other much,"

"I know,"

"So why do you like me?"

"God, you're annoying,"

"Answer me, then,"

"I don't know. Is it because you're good in math? The one subject I absolutely hate but eventually liked because of you?"

"Slow down, will you? I didn't understand anything,"

"Never mind, but my point is... I really like you. Nothing can change that,"

"So you like me?"

"Yup,"

"That's your important thing?"

"Yup,"

"Oh,"

"I can't tell you that in class, could I? That would just be weird,"

"Yup, like when the teacher is talking then you suddenly tell me you like me when I happen to be listening,"

"I don't think you even listen to the teacher,"

"Yah! I listen,"

"When did you listen?"

"Uh... Sometimes,"

"Just sometimes?"

"Yeah,"

"How do you pass?"

"By cramming,"

"That's hard,"

"I know,"

"But will you...."

"Finish your sentence. Quickly,"

"Will you accept my heart?" I asked him.

"I...." he faltered as he stared at me. "I will,"

"Gomawo, MyungSoo," I said softly. He gave me one of his eyesmiles. I blushed. Why did this guy have to be so cute? It was annoying. "Stop it,"

"Stop what?"

"Stop smiling,"

"So you want to be cold?"

"No. Just stop..... Stop making me blush,"

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Find a way,"