Miyoung was studying quietly in the library when suddenly, the prince of Gangnam High walked in. Almost all of the girls started to whisper and freak out. They couldn't help but drool over his majestic presence and Miyoung was no exception but unlike all the others who didn't care how obvious they were crushing on him, she preferred to be discreet. As he walked nearer, she couldn't help but fantasize about how gorgeous his dark hair is, how piercing his eyes--how they could kill her in a single glance but she wouldn't care and die of happiness instead and how soft his lips would feel if it were to touch hers. Soon, she noticed those lips she was staring at was right in front of her. She snapped out of her fantasy as she noticed a palm waving in front of her--and it was not just any other palm. It was HIS palm.

She blinked a couple of times to adjust her vision. "Hello..." he said, "You're Miyoung from class 3C, right?"

"Ahh yes... Yes I am Miyoung!" she stood up and bowed then took her sit again--to which she felt her soul escaped her body for a while and face palmed before returning to her body again. "Seriously Miyoung?! A bow?!?" said her inner self.

"I'm Kim Jongin, from class 3B." he offered her a handshake. She extended her hand while trying hard not to be shaky. "I know!!!!!!!! I love you!!!!!!" she said mentally.

"Do you mind if I share the table with you?" he smiled.

"It's okay, yeah sure. Go ahead. No problem..."

He sat in front of her and took out his book. While he was reading, she couldn't concentrate in making her homework. She kept on glancing at him as discreetly as she could while she answered her math homework. When she got a view of the big clock on the wall, she noticed that she only had ten minutes left and she had 4 more problems to solve. She might have panicked a little as Jongin noticed her unconsciously tapping her pencil repeatedly on the desk.

"I see you're cramming..." said Jongin.

"Well... yeah." she let out a nervous chuckle.

"I hope you wouldn't mind..." He stood up and sat on the chair beside her, "I'm kinda good at math so, do you mind if I offer some unsolicited help?" he asked as he grabbed his pencil.

"Uhmm okay. Sure, you're too kind." she said as Jongin immediately read the problems. He began explaining it as fast as he can to Miyoung while writing the computation. As he was explaining, Miyoung was then again trapped in her fantasy. You're so hot. You're my hero. Our children would have kissable lips and would be good at math too.

"There. All done." he smiled. The first bell rang signaling the students to return to their classrooms. Jongin stood up and grabbed his bag.

"T-t-thanks! Thank you so much Jongin!" she said.

"If you're that thankful, send me a message later." he said.

Miyoung wondered what he meant to which he responded by pointing to the homework with his lips. She looked at her homework and saw a phone number written at the bottom. She felt her cheeks blushing as she took another glance at him. He gave her a wink before heading out of the library.