Yang Jeongin ¹³

Jeongin and you shared a common group of friends, so you quickly became good friends. That was until you started looking at him differently.

You tried to push the feeling away, afraid he didn't feel the same way, but deep down, there was always a tiny spark of faith. After all, it didn't seem impossible that he might like you, or so you wanted to believe.

The final weeks of the semester were just around the corner, and with them, projects and exams were due. You were in the library with a couple of friends, sharing notes and reviewing pending topics. You weren't the only ones there; the library was full of students with piles of books and notes, all worried and focused on the same thing.

They took a break, feeling their brains tired of so much information. They chatted quietly about random things until you decided to bring up Jeongin.

—Do you think there's even a chance Jeongin likes me? you asked, leaning your head back in your chair, feeling exhausted.

They nodded, but then suddenly fell silent. You raised your head, thinking maybe the librarian had told them off for talking so much, but as soon as you looked where your friends were looking, there he was.

—Well, I think there is a possibility. Jeongin said with a half smile while carrying a couple of books.