Seonghwa - Sound

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Amy pushed her way through the mess of people in front of her trying to make her way to her next class. Campus was always a zoo between classes. Her eyes darted back and forth, keeping an eye out for anyone who might cut her off. She just had to make it to the next building.

She was almost there when someone bumped into her shoulder, jolting her to the side. Then someone else walked right into her and knocked her to the ground.

Her hands scrambled to pick up the books that had spilled out of her arms. Another pair worked quickly to help her. She glanced up at the owner of the hands and saw a head of platinum blonde hair. His strong jaw moved as he spoke. She stared at his lips, blinking rapidly.

Then he looked at her. His lips still moving. He held out the books he was holding, and she took them, still staring at his mouth.

Her face flushed, and she quickly stood up and ran away.

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"I'm so sorry," Seonghwa said, kneeling in front of the girl he had just bumped into. They both started picking up her books. "Are you ok?"

He looked up at her. She looked familiar, like he had seen her on campus before. She had pretty, wavy red hair that framed her freckled face, and stunning green eyes. But she wasn't saying anything.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, handing her the books he held.

He was confused. She wouldn't say anything, and all she could do was stare at his mouth. Just when he was about to get upset, she stood up and ran away.

Seonghwa stared after her, wondering what her deal was.

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She couldn't pay attention. The only thought running through her mind was how she had just made a fool of herself in front of one of the most gorgeous human beings she had ever seen.

Amy had seen him walking around campus before and had admired him from afar. He was always surrounded by others, either a group of friends she always saw him with, or some girl hoping to win his heart.

He was never cold to them, but it seemed like he always turned them down with a respectful shake of his head and sometimes he would even bow slightly.

She sighed, looking at where she was supposed to be taking notes and realized she had been drawing him. Blushing, she slammed her notebook shut and buried her face in her arms.

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"Hwa! Are we going over to your place to practice, or the studio?" Jongho said, walking up to him.

"Let's do the studio today." He smiled and patted the boy's shoulder. He and his friends had a group project they needed to finish for his composition class.

Seonghwa, Jongho, Hongjoong, and Yunho were all attending the university for composing. They had met day one and instantly bonded. They tried to take every class together that they could and Seonghwa and Hongjoong even got an apartment together off campus.

The group of friends made their way to the studio, but Seonghwa paused when he saw the girl from this morning weaving through a group of people. Her head constantly turned from side to side, as if she was trying to see everything in front of her. She almost looked like she was lost.

"Hey, I'll be right there guys." He said, then made his way over to intersect her.

"Hello." He said, tilting his head a little. She had stopped and looked at him with wide eyes. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok after this morning."

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