The final bell rang as the 11th grade class headed out of the classroom, packing up their homework and stopping along the way to pick up some snacks out of the vending machine. Except for one person..... Min Yoongi. He sat at his desk staring off into space. Seemingly emotionless but little did everyone know he had someone on his mind. A foreign exchange student, nonetheless. A smiling face that kept his spirits up and gentle eyes that soothed his hardest days.
How like had he been like this? He didn't know. He thought it started somewhere around the the first month the girl had arrived. She was different, her accent was intriguing and he had never seen such a kind person before. Day by day he would catch himself stealing glances of her, hoping to learn more about her without actually talking to her. See, Yoongi wasn't exactly fond of talking or people. He preferred to stay in and work on his music. Frankly, he had enough of people and their shitty attitudes but she was different.
"Min Yoongi is it? I'm so sorry to ask but I fell asleep during notes and I really need to ace this test! Could I borrow your notes?"
Yoongi snapped out of his thoughts, his heart slightly thumping as the melodious voice right next to him. Although he wasn't even sure if he had his notes.
He rummaged through his notebook, hoping he had them or he would look like a complete ass.
"Ah here"
The girl smiled, her smile sending him to heaven.
"Thank you so much! I'll just copy them down quick!"
Yoongi quietly pulled out the chair next to him, trying to be as discreet as possible while still keeping his signature turtle look.
She looked at him, feeling her cheeks blush a soft pink before taking a seat next to him.
The air was a bit awkward as Yoongi shifted slightly trying to gaze at her through her long (color of hair). His heart could barely take it, it was pounding so hard he wondered if she could hear.
She could feel his eyes on her, she immediately began noticing each movement as she scribbled down the notes faster.
"You missed one"
Yoongi spoke, looking at her well managed handwriting.
She nodded a bit before frantically looking through her notes to notice the one she forgot. As she scanned the page she noticed a number with the title.
'Call me sometime'
She turned to him but he was already out the door, his ears burning bright red as he made his way home.
