Stranger's Kiss ✔

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S E V E N T E E N

H a e s o o ' s

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"I'm sorry about that, Yeonjun. My mom knows I'm bad at math," I said, making up a story. Well, it's not entirely made up. I am bad at math.

"No probs! I knew you were bad at math."

"So rude." I squinted my eyes at him before we laughed. I picked up my pen and my notebook and quickly showed it to him. Hmm, I don't think he's that smartass in class, but I know he can help me since he took this subject when he was in my grade.

He never told me the answer. He just helped me find it. Surprisingly, he's a better tutor than my professor.

By the time we finished the entire lesson and answered all of my math homeworks, my bubble tea cups have already been emptied. But Yeonjun's cup still remained untouched.

I crossed my arms before I began to scold him. "Be honest. You don't like bubble tea, do you?" I questioned. He immediately giggled and grabbed the cup beside him.

"Wrong. I like bubble tea. I just got carried away because you're too cute to resist."

"Fair enough. Finish your drink before you go, okay?" I smiled at him. His face instantly turned confused.

"Before I go? Wait, aren't we supposed to do something else aside from your homework?" He asked in his most genuine look. What is he talking about, seriously?

I bop his nose and then I smirked. "My mom's bringing cake later. Wait for it instead."

"Haesoo, you dance, right?" Yeonjun abruptly brought up something so irrelevant.

I tilted my head. "Y-yeah? I'm on a cover group. Check our channel on YouTube. It's called Zenturie Studio," I answered him, proud. Well, I'm sure he'd be surprised with the subscriber count.

He brought his phone in front of him, browsing YouTube, probably. "Oh, you... Your group's in 50k subs? Whoa."

"I know right! It's amazing how I'm part of it." I smiled. "Hmm... So it's your turn now, show me your cover group's channel," I enthusiastically told him. 50k is not bad, considering we only have like 10 videos.

Yeonjun smirked before he handed over his phone. "You can just search TXT on YouTube, and we'd be the first one to come up. Here, check it out." I calmly grabbed the phone from his hands, and apparently, I regretted boasting about my group.

"Holy shit!" I cussed, eyes wide. "681k subs? Whoa, what the actual frick?" The surprise was clear in my voice. I didn't know he was that famous—I mean, them, their entire squad.

I didn't know about them. I didn't even know that Soobin can dance.

"Established it a year and a half ago. We gained up pretty fast since we did that BTS and EXO dance mix."

"No way, Yeonjun! I'm amazed—I don't know what to say. So... You're famous outside school as well?"

He pouted first before he answered. "Hmm, we can say that. That's why I had a lot of fangirls, and I never feel safe around them," Yeonjun retorted, eyes down.

"Hmm. So, that's why."

"That's... Why I need you."

My heart began thumping. Yeonjun's words somehow did something to me. Faster, and faster, and faster. What is this? I guess he does need me—I mean, to keep the fangirls away. But I don't like how his words was initially taken out of context by my brain for a split second. I have to wrap things up quickly. This feels different. I am not sure if I like it or if I don't.

All I know is that I need to bring us outside now, now that my room's getting a little bit uncomfortable, or awkward. "Yeonjun... Let's go out."

"Whoa, damn fast dude, you're asking me on a date already?"

"No. I can hear my mom's footsteps. After all, we... We're finished here. Aren't we?" I stood up from the floor and grabbed Yeonjun. "And I can't let you go home late. I'm taking you to the bus stop."

Yeonjun pulled himself up and let me grab him out my room. He was smiling, smiling like crazy. I know he's happy that I'm taking him to the bus stop. He's silly. And I like it.

I do like it, though. I think?