Throughout the day I could feel his eyes glued to the right side of my face.
It took me until our last class before I had gathered the courage to glance over to my right. Somehow he had his body positioned to face me, but it wasn't too obvious.
Our gazes met and his eyes looked directly into mine, his head slightly tilted back as it rested on his right knuckle. Realizing that he had finally gotten my attention, a slight smile formed on Wonwoo's lips before he brought his head back forward, biting on his bottom lip while doing so.
The bell rang, indicating the end of our classes for the day.
I sat at my desk, still dazed by how I never actually realized how attractive the new student really was. Everyone began leaving their seats but I remained and noticed that I was fumbling with my fingers. A rush of nervousness hit me suddenly and my heart rate increased as I glanced over at Wonwoo once more. I watched as he slung his bag over his right shoulder. He turned and stared at me for a few seconds before silently mouthing a few words before exiting the classroom.
I scratched my head in confusion, desperately trying to make out what he had mumbled to me earlier. After 10 minutes of thorough thinking, I picked up my things and pushed my chair into the desk. I left my classroom, slow spaced, with only two words lingering in my mind:
"You're cute."
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I made my way to the front gate, my head filled with what had happened earlier. I didn't realise that I had reached the front gate until I bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry!", I apologised before looking up to see which unfortunate soul had met with our little accident right when their day in school had ended.
Wonwoo.
"It's alright", I watched as he stole a quick glance at my nametag. "Guess I didn't get a chance to introduce myself earlier.", I thought to myself.
"...If you're still thinking about what I said earlier, I called you cute."
"i- i wasnt thinking about it and w-what are you still doing here", I replied, looking away embarrassed.
"Was waiting for you."
"For?"
"I'm walking you home."
"What do you mean you're walking me home we barely know each other."
"Shut up and just let me walk you home.", he said before dragging me by the wrist.
I followed him, stunned. It was surprising how someone like him could be so persuasive yet the grip he had me was so gentle - somehow comforting.
"So, where are we heading?", he asked with his head tilted back, looking at me over his shoulder.
