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The following morning Yeosang was more nervous than ever. Just the thought of bumping in Jieun made him want to whine and hide under his blankets for the rest of his life. The fact that he kissed her back, moreover, made things and his feeling even worst.

The male didn't want to get out of his small apartment, scared to meet her. Joo-Hyuk and Kihyun almost came to the point to broke inside Yeosang's flat to manage to drag the youngest out of it. He didn't stop complaining throughout the whole walk towards the campus.

Yeosang's eyes were rummaging the hallways as he made his way toward his first class. He had to be careful to not cross the eyes of a girl with a midi dress and white Chanel's. His heart was pounding crazily in his chest just at the thought of meeting her beautiful eyes or her breathtaking smile.

His plan seemed to be a success until he walked inside his class. There, his eyes landed on the usual chair where she used to sit and that was where he met her. She was chit-chatting with one of her friends and Yeosang blushed profusely when he heard her giggle that soon was suffocated by her hand. That sweet sound moved something inside the male and he couldn't tell what exactly.

As if she could feel his stare on her face, she turned her head towards the door and found Kang Yeosang staring at her with his lips slightly parted. She blushed and bowed her head politely while giving him a sheepish smile, hoping that he would stop with all of that interest.

The male came back to his senses when Joo-Hyuk punched him on the shoulder, causing the youngest to stumble a little forward. He turned around to shot a death glare to his friend but he was already gone, leaving Yeosang alone.

With his stare fixated on the floor, the male walked towards his usual seat and let himself heavily fall on the chair with a loud sigh. His mood was already ruined and the day had barely started. He didn't want to meet her, but he did and she didn't seem very happy about it, for some strange reasons.

According to Yeosang, the Jieun from yesterday wasn't the real one, then, what was her? How did she know where he lived? And how did she know his name? These were the questions that almost didn't let the male sleep. How could a person change in only one day? There wasn't an answer.

For the rest of the lesson, the girl never turned her head around to look at Yeosang. She had to admit that she felt nervous and embarrassed, they had never talked before yesterday and, for Jieun, receiving all those attentions were wrong-foot. Not that she didn't like them, she was just surprised. Someone as handsome and popular between girls like Yeosang couldn't possibly fall for someone like her. That was her thought.

As the bell rang, she took her time to pull all of her books inside her bag, exchanging a word, from time to time, with her friend and desk mate. She could feel when Yeosang walked close to her, she smelled his cologne when she whipped her hair to watch him elegantly walk out of the classroom with his backpack dangling from one shoulder.