my fingers wrapped into tight balls, the pen in my hand making absent pirouettes and figure eights through the air that was dense with student stress. as i twirled it between my fingers, i let out a breath, moving my dark brown hair that was hanging in front of my eyes.

i stared at my laptop screen, an empty gaze simply waiting for this lecture to end. everything the professor was saying was just flying past my ears, my teeth tugging at my lipstick covered lips. nothing too dark, just a soft mauve over them, and the sweet flavor of lipstick danced across my tongue before i realized what i was doing, taking my sleeve and wiping over my teeth to remove any lipstick that might've been caught on them.

a tap on my shoulder brought me out of my foggy state of mind, and i jumped, turning back at said person. "hey um, flora, is it?" the voice was soft, delicate, like a fluttering butterfly. his eyes were wide, and his cheeks were a peachy pink as his top teeth peeked out in a nervous smile.

"yes?" i gently raised my thick but perfect eyebrows, afraid i'd scare him or cause him to scamper away like a squirrel on a tree.

he gave me a warm smile. "could i borrow your charger, please? my mac's running low on battery." he was so peaceful in the way he talked and acted. too subdued, too quiet, afraid of inconveniencing someone.

i placed my pen down and leaned to the right, so his eyes could see past my leather-clad shoulders and to my dell computer. "pfft. sorry man, i have dell."

"oh!" he exclaimed sheepishly, averting his shy gaze from mine. "i'm sorry. i should've checked first."

"no worries." i paused, sucking my bottom lip in and puckering it out, a habit that stuck with me for so long. "what's your name again?"

his wide, black eyes became surprised. "ahh. i'm sorry, i forgot to introduce myself. i'm junmyeon."

i laughed quietly at his constant apologies. "it's alright, junmyeon," i tried out his name, feeling it roll along my tongue with an ease i didn't know existed.

"flora, junmyeon!" that's all it took from the professor for us to quiet down, my back instantly turning to him again and my hands automatedly typing away on my keyboard. a crumpled piece of pink note paper fell on my desk, and i slightly turned to side-eye junmyeon as i picked it up and smoothed it out.

a single word was written, with carefully precise handwriting, and a smiley face next to it.

"sorry :)"

i chuckled to myself, blowing my hair out of my face and throwing it behind me without looking.

he giggled under his breath.