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He sat at the leftmost corner of the bus, and beside him was the last vacant seat. You need not think twice before taking it.
He didn’t really pay attention to you since he was…admiring the view outside and was occupied by his music, but that didn’t stop you from paying attention to him.
He wore a rather large baby pink hoodie that made him look cozy. His dark brown hair was tucked in a white baseball cap. He was mouthing the lyrics to whatever music played in his earphones, and you couldn’t help but notice how plump his lips were.
You gotta stop this.
You tried to find a way to distract yourself by listening to music as well. Just then, the person shifts in his seat, opens his backpack and pulls out a…bag of Dunkin’ Donuts.
Great.
It wasn’t a bad thing; it definitely wasn’t. It’s just that you had rushed out of your place, thinking that you were already late for your first day in the university, and forgot to grab breakfast. You tried your best not to smell the aroma of your favorite donut, which just happens to be the one he’s eating right now.
Pull yourself together, Y/N.
You took one last glance at the donut-eating stranger before diving into your playlist.
“Hey.”
Wow, I must be hearing things now, you say to yourself, because that voice sounds like that of an angel.
“Miss?”
Okay, maybe it was really happening, because your seatmate was slowly waving the Dunkin’ Donuts bag in front of you.
“H-huh?” you pull your earphone off and face him, momentarily getting lost in his beautiful eyes.
“You can have it,” he looks at the bag he’s been offering you.
You let out a nervous chuckle, because first of all, it’s his food. Second, you don’t know him, and you can’t just take it even if he’s cute since you have no idea whether the donut is even safe to eat.
“No, thank you,” you politely refuse. “I’m not hungry.”
Just then, your clever stomach starts to rumble, making the stranger amused. At least I made him smile.
“Yeah, you’re not.”
Thinking that it was the end of the conversation, you lean comfortably on your seat, hoping to be successful in minding your own business. But he doesn’t stop.
“It’s not poisoned.”
“I didn’t say that,” you mutter.
“I can tell by the look on your face.”
“Listen, I-“
“I always do this, you know.”
“Do what?”
“Eat inside the bus.”
“Okay..?”
He shakes his head, as if he can’t understand you.
You can’t understand him either.
“When I do, I always notice that people look at me.”
“Uh… I’m sorry, I know it was rude—“
“So I make sure to always get two pieces, so I could offer the other one.”
Wow.
“You think?” he asks, his face lighting up as he smiles.
You might have said that out loud.
You can feel the heat in your cheeks and you were certain your face is flushed. He takes the opportunity to put the bag on your lap.
Before you could say another word, you felt the bus slowing down. Noticing this was your stop, you gather your things and bow goodbye to the kind and beautiful stranger. He even presses the buzzer before you could, and you finally mutter a ‘thank you’. The bus takes a full stop and you rush to get out, not being able to handle more embarrassment.
You decide to take one last look at the bus, hoping to see the stranger, but he wasn’t there.
Because he was right behind you.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you turn to him, waving your hands at him. “I already took the donut, mister. What more could you possibly want?”
He doesn’t respond, but it was obvious that he was trying to contain his laughter.
“What? Do you think it’s funny?” you scoff at him. “Not because you’re cute, you have the right to follow or stalk me!”
This makes him break into a fit of laughter.
“H-hey,” you try to stop him, yet fail. He laughs even harder, sounding awfully a lot like a windshield wiper.
“Okay, okay, gimme a sec,” he says. After he’s calmed down, he pulls out a lanyard and I.D. from his pocket. “Kim Seokjin. Sophomore,” He then points to your school. “I go there, too.”
Your mouth hangs open at his statement.
“Thank you, by the way, for telling me that I’m cute.”
You wanted to slap yourself there and then.
“I already know that, though,” he adds with a wink, before jogging towards the entrance.
You can’t believe the words that came out of his mouth.
“You’re gonna be late if you stay there,” he calls out to you, snapping you to back reality. It’s a good thing he doesn’t wait for you to go in, because at the amount of heat in your cheeks right now, it’s a miracle you haven’t combusted.
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It takes you 12 minutes to find your room for your first class. There were already students inside, but you were fortunate enough to get a spot by the window. You sigh at how today’s events turned out, and it was only your first day.
Your professor enters the room and everyone settles down to their seats. After introducing herself, she asks the students to do the same by saying their name, year, major, and something they like, all done according to column.
"Hey, guys. I'm Kim Namjoon. Freshman. Music major. I like beaches and small crabs," the person in front of you says. His introduction caused some students to laugh. You thought it was cute, though.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. Freshman. Art major. And I like... donuts,” you weren't sure why you chose that, but you just said the first thing that came to your mind. You've had enough embarrassment for the day. It's a good thing your statement seemed perfectly normal to everyone in the room.
After taking a seat, your turn around to look at the next person, only to find—
“Kim Seokjin. Sophomore. Acting major. I like donuts, too!” he says confidently. Once he’s settled on his chair, he catches your gaze and gives you another wink, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly.
“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.”