✩ GRADUATION CONFESSION ✩
"You have got to be kidding me. This is ridiculous."
You muttered to yourself, frowning at the rearrangement of desks in your classroom.
Not thinking much of it, you searched for your name tag and took your seat. The tables were in pairs, and you couldn't really be bothered by who your seatmate could be.
Whoever it was, they'd probably distract you, and you couldn't afford that. Especially when you were graduating in a couple of months.
You needed to do your best to get good grades, and distractions were a no-no.
Just as you settled into your seat, a bunch of love-struck sighs grabbed your attention. You didn't even have to look to see who it was.
Kim Doyoung walked into the class, instantly getting everyone's attention. His good looks were always the talk of the town, and it didn't help that he was absolutely great at everything he did, either.
Academics, extracurriculars; you name it, he's an ace at it.
As you were about to go back to reading your notes, your gaze met his, sending a chill down your spine with the way he looked at you.
You looked at the desk on your side, quickly scanning the table to read the name sticker on it.
"Kim Doyoung," you muttered under your breath. "As I live and breathe."
You never knew exactly why you came to hate him so much. You weren't losing to him or anything. In fact, you always came first. But the fact that he was always competing with you in everything just pissed you off till the ends of the earth.
"Y/N." Doyoung gave his signature smile. "Lovely to see you, as always."
Ugh, there was the thing you hated the most about him.
Doyoung was never rude to you — even when he teased you, he had that stupid smile on his face, which made your heart skip a beat.
"I'd say the same thing," you muttered, sighing as you looked at your books. "But then I'd be lying."
Doyoung chuckled. "We are gonna graduate soon, princess." He leaned his face against his hand, his gaze locked on you. "I suppose you can be a tad bit nicer to me?" He asked.
You looked at him, ignoring the way his nickname for you made you feel. "I suppose I can..." You pretended to contemplate. "But I can't, so I won't."
"Ah ... the next couple of months are gonna be great."
|<><><><><><>|
Much to your dismay, you spent more time with Kim Doyoung than you'd like; be it for class projects or sports teams. Wherever you went, Doyoung was right behind you ... or in front of you, or even beside you.
He was everywhere.
You, along with some others, were currently waiting for Doyoung to arrive at the auditorium. Everyone was assigned to groups for a drama club project, and oh-so-surprisingly, your academic rival was also in the same group.
Just as you were about to call him, the door to the auditorium opened with a crash, revealing the brunet. "Sorry, I'm late, guys! Picked up a little something for y'all!" He exclaimed, running towards you with bags in his hands.
You simply took a deep breath, not wanting to waste any words to express your annoyance. "Okay, let's get started," you announced, pulling out the clipboard with all the ideas your teammates had.
"We are doing Hamlet, right?" Doyoung asked, mindlessly cracking open a drink bottle before handing it to you. "Or have we changed plays?"
Taeyoung raised his brows, Doyoung's gesture seeming too natural for him. He looked at Sunoo, wordlessly asking if they both saw the same thing.
You muttered a quiet 'thank you' as you took the drink from Doyoung, brows furrowed as you made eye-contact with the other boys who had smug smiles on their faces.
It's nothing like that! You looked at Sunoo, shaking your head. Sure, whatever you say. He grinned, looking away as he giggled.
"Anything wrong?" Doyoung asked, oblivious to the looks being exchanged. "Sunoo? Taeyoung?"
"Nope, all good."
"Peachy keen."
You played with your pencil as you thought about what Doyoung did — and why did it bring butterflies to your stomach?
"Y/N?" You jumped a little at the sudden call, dropping the pencil in your hands. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Uh, yeah. Hamlet sounds fine." You nodded, seeing Doyoung bend to grab your pencil. "I think it'll make a better play compared to the variations of Romeo and Juliet the others are doing."
Unconsciously caring for the brunet, you placed your hand on the corner of the table, not wanting Doyoung to hit against it while lifting his head. You continued talking, holding back an eye-roll at the way your group mates were looking at you.
"I'm only doing this to prevent him from getting a concussion," you defended yourself. "We all need to be present to do this project." You frowned.
Doyoung raised his brows at your sudden outburst, not knowing what you were talking about. Taeyoung nodded his head towards your hand, letting him know what the conversation was about.
"Oh." Doyoung grinned, handing your pencil back to you. "Thanks for looking out, princess."
|<><><><><><>|
Kim Doyoung smiled in adoration as he looked at you from across the room, watching you pace around nervously.
It was quite obvious now; he thought. He had the biggest crush on you, yet you were unaware of how he felt about you.
You were their class president, absolutely smart, and the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He never knew he'd have a chance with you — seeing as you barely looked his way.
But it all changed the day he came second in class, scoring just a mark lower than you. Doyoung would never forget the look you gave him; it was the look that confirmed his feelings for you.
Heck, who knew a glare could make someone fall in love?
From that day on, he did his best to study hard and score just enough to keep you on the edge.
With a couple of exams, club events, and sports awards, Doyoung went from being the silent admirer to being noticed by you. There was never a day you didn't frown at him, and the little banters you two had always made his day.
And with your graduation ceremony starting within the next ten minutes, Kim Doyoung realized that he wasn't ready to graduate without telling you what he really felt about you.
"Doyoung." Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "I can't do this. There are too many people out there."
The brunet frowned, holding your shaking hands to calm you down. "Hey, princess. Look at me." He met your eyes. "Just take a deep breath. You'll be fine, yeah? I know it," he assured.
"What if I mess up?"
"I'll scream to create a distraction."
You nervously bit your lip. "What if I say the wrong things?" You asked, staring at Doyoung for an answer.
"That's not possible." Doyoung chuckled, shaking his head. "You are always right."
You smiled gratefully, appreciating his words, and slightly less nervous than before. "Thanks, Doyoung," you muttered, unconsciously swinging your hands that he held.
"Can I offer a distraction?" Doyoung asked, tilting his head. "It could help, or it could worsen things."
"Go for it." You nodded. "I'm down for any sort of distraction."
Before you could comprehend what was happening, Doyoung leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. It was a short yet sweet kiss, eliciting a shocked hum from you.
"I like you, Y/N. Heck, call it love even," Doyoung stated, hands cupping around your face. "And I'm sorry I had to confess it like this, but I didn't know what else to do."
You felt as if a thousand butterflies were released in your stomach. "I like you too, Doyoung," you stated, getting a surprised look from him. "I guess a couple of months were enough to make me realise that." You smiled.
"Ah, princess ... you have no idea how long I wanted to hear those words from you."