Sometimes you bump into someone, or brush shoulders, or do that weird dance where you can't get past them.

Or, like me, you can run headlong into them.

Them: a cute boy with nice eyes and pretty smile.

"Sorry," I mutter, helping to pick up what was dropped. "I'm a bit of a klutz."

"I am, too." He handed me my ear buds and phone (thank God for Otterboxes). "Don't worry." We stood and looked at each other for an awkward moment.

"I like your smile," I blurted. He laughed.

"Thanks. I like your eyes... I'm Seokmin."

"Soonyoung."

"So, Soonyoung, could I have your number?" I blushed and spluttered, but soon regained my composure.

"Sure. You have a pen?" Seokmin pulled out a Sharpie from his back pocket. I wrote my name and number with a little heart on his hand. "Don't forget."

"As if I could forget you."

And he didn't.