It's been a week or so since my fainting ordeal back at the skateboarding park and it was so darn mortifying because I almost fainted infront of a stranger who pretty much checked me out without any discreetness.

I thought about that scenario for a few days before finally deciding to push that terrible memory to the far ends of my brain, promising myself to never think of it again since my brain eventually convinced me that the stranger and I will never ever meet again.

As for Jungkook, he came in the knick of time that day, completely saving the day like the hero he actually is. I swear to the heaven and the stars I don't deserve great friends like him or Jimin. They do so much for me without expecting anything in return.

Now, onto Ms. Hyungsik's dress, Jungkook had told me that Jimin had given it to Seokjin oppa— the main homes hired chef. I guess the dragon lady's words are much more powerful than I had initially thought because her dress did reach home in tact but I kinda didn't.

Thankfully enough though, the universe had me in their thoughts so her date didn't work out the way she probably wanted it to go so we're all winners here— well except Ms. Hyungsik but I don't think anyone really cares since she's evil and selfish.

I enter the history class with a soft sigh which escapes from between my pink stained lips and I take a seat near the window. I always liked sitting near the window because when class gets boring there's always a pretty view to look at and since it's History class I really do need that view because it's literally the most boring class of all my subjects.

Sometimes I actually regret my decision on not selecting Geography instead because the idea of learning about nature rather than dead people sounds more sensible on so many levels.

"Yah! Teacher-nim!" A deep voice suddenly calls out, cutting my thoughts.

That voice.

It's eerily familiar.

My gaze darts over in the direction of the said voice and my eyes lands on a very attractive looking boy who scarlet colored hair that's stylied up in a bowl hairdo. He's smiling his usual boxy smile with those plump pink lips of his but this time it's aimed at the teacher that's at the front of the classroom.

His name is Kim Taehyung.

Dear heaven's, obviously his voice is fimiliar because I hear and see him everyday at school. How stupid of me. Anyway, he's also like the class clown or the funny student that every class has in a school whose equipped with a huge personality which is not toxic but rather really cute.

Despite his outgoing personality he still manages to get along quite well with everyone im school because his personality exudes such an aura that it just makes it so easy to approach him but I for one have never actually held a decent, casual conversation with him before— although I now sit next to him in English and Math class.

I always felt like Taehyung was avoiding all contact with me. It just felt weird because I did nothing in particular to him but in recent days he smiles at me whenever I walk passed him in the hallway or when we're in English class together. I'm not sure what stimulated his sudden change in behaviour but I appreciate him acknowledging my existence.

Taehyung is also close friends with Jimin and Jungkook but he doesn't hang out with them much during school time because he hangs out with this other boy named Dansae who he's been friends with since middle school. In my perspective, that boy gives off huge flexor vibes and he likes being the centre of attention wherever he goes, but once again, I'm not here to criticize anyone.

Now, since Taehyung is the class clown, there are days where he does super weird things and I'm the type of person that laughs at every little thing so I find his antics hilariously cute. So, basically Taehyung's presence in the History class is the only reason preventing me from totally regretting my decision about selecting History over Geography.

I wonder what crazy weird antic he's going to feed the class today.

My eyes watches Taehyung intently. He fiddles with the recliner on his chair, because for some odd reason, History class is the only class where you can actually adjust the height of your chair but it's not like I'm complaining or anything because I don't mind these chairs.

They're really comfortable and soft but not as soft as Jimin's cute chubby cheeks, like seriously, nothing can be softer than that. His literally peak softness.

My curious gaze never leaves his form and I watch as he pulls down the recliner, and he slowly begins to sink in his seat.

"Watch me go down in history!" He yells, throwing his hands up into the air.

I try to stifle a laugh along with some of my classmates while I switch my gaze over to the teacher to observe her reaction and it's priceless. She shakes her head in disbelief then looks at Taehyung with an expression that reads 'Why is this child in existence'.

She sighs, "Remember this date class. It's one for the History books."

I couldn't hold it anymore and I burst out laughing but luckily my laugh isn't like a dying whale rather it's similar to Luhan's. It's soft and cute but by now everyone turns to look at me as if I was responsible for writing something like "I LOVE ASTRO AND LUHAN"  in bold uppercase on the blackboard— with a marker pen.

So darn judgemental. I make a late attempt to cover up my mouth but everyone's already seen me laughing like a maniac so it doesn't help much. As for my two crackhead friends, Jimin and Jungkook, who sits directly in front of me, they're also staring at me as soft chuckles escapes their lips.

My laughter slowly dials down to an awkward laugh then it ceases completely. I feel my cheeks smoulder intensly due to all of the attention that I'm receiving so I proceed to fiddle with my fingers to avert my embarrassment but my gaze unconsciously lands on Taehyung.

He's looking me dead straight in the eyes and his facial expression is rather difficult to read, it almost feels like he's internally judging me but on the other hand that expression makes him look so heavenly. I feel my cheeks burn even hotter at the thought and my lungs slowly start to give in because at some point I stopped breathing.

I notice him shift in his seat, leaning over his wooden desk as everyone goes back to paying attention to the teacher then out of nowhere he shoots me his signature pose which consists of his infamous boxy smile— which he had on a few minutes ago— and a peace sign over his right cheek and eye.

That right there is a bullet to the heart or cupids arrow to the ass. I don't know, whatever you want to call it.

But all I know is that I cannot fathom how somebody can look so heavenly one second then cute and fluffy the next second. I'm pretty sure he's responsible for the condition of me being alive and dead at the same time.

Where are you logic? I need answers.

I decide to be a little weird myself so I mirror his signiture pose and give him a huge smile only to have him bite his lower lip which he does whenever he's trying to hold back a laugh but it seems like he couldn't hold in because he drops his head slightly forwards, allowing his scarlet hair to cover his eyes and he chuckles.

That is so cute— NamJeSuS krisT what am I thinking? And why am I getting so affected by him?

The attention I was giving him breaks, and I look down towards my notebook sitting pretty on my desk. I do my best in ignoring him and begin to jot down whatever notes the teacher is dictating. I mark off whatever pages she regards as important but after a while my brain  stops absorbing and I slowly drift off into my own world.

I doodle on the pages of my notebook while thinking about what I did a few minutes ago. It's the first time I ever did something like that towards Taehyung. The most I ever did, outside of class, was simply smile at him.

I don't know what had gotten into me but I can say that his reaction was not what I had expected. Actually, I didn't know what to expect at all because I did it all on impulse.

Maybe I'm reacting and feeling this way because I'm getting used to his presence since the teachers have recently been pairing us up together in short class exercises and in some classes like Math and English as I had mentioned. They even moved us to be seated together— but then again we weren't the only ones given new seatmates.

Finally, after many excruciating minutes later my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bell which is literally a lullaby to every students ears.

I slowly pack up my stationary and notebooks as the rest of my classmates flock out the classroom in quick successions as if there's a Gucci sale down at the mall or something.

I'm the last person to exit the class and I slowly make my way towards my locker and once I arrive, I open it up but on the inside of the door is a blue sticky note.

Since a few days after school's re-opened and everyday after that I've been receiving these sticky notes with each one being a different colour and having a different message written on it.

I gently remove the sticky note and smile as I read the neatly written words on it:

"Don't think of anything, don't say anything, just give me a smile."

I immediately think about that smile I had given Taehyung in History class. What a coincidence but I'm sure it's just that and nothing more since Taehyung walked out with Dansae to have lunch at the cafeteria after class.

I don't know why I receive these notes or who the poet or author is but it's become apart of my lifestyle. I like seeing these notes and it's one of the reasons that compels me to come to school everyday because I really look forward to seeing what the next message will be.

The decision I had taken about the fate of these notes were to collect them because why the hell not. To me it gives off a sense of purpose and longing. I don't know, it just feels important for me to keep so that's why I have a journal where they'll be safely kept and out of harms way.

I place the blue sticky note in my black journal and shove both my History notebook and journal into my locker while pulling out a few other books.

"Soo Yeong ah~!" I hear my name and suddenly a hand snakes over my shoulders.

"Jiminie ah~" I say happily. He's the lovely friend I've bonded with through the struggle of being short.

"What did it say today?" Jimin asks pulling out my journal from my locker. He pages through it and arrives at the correct page. I watch his eyes scan the words on the sticky note. "Yah, I must say this person is getting better with these everyday."

"This is my favourite one so far." I state and Jimin puts the journal back into the locker then shuts it.

Jimin makes me face him and pinches my cheeks and I look at his orange hair which is cascading over his forehead, "Let me see that smile— reminds me of History class just now." He chuckles and I watch his eyes disappear beneath his eyelids.

He's so smol and cute. Ugh. My hearteu needs rescuing.

I push my tongue out slightly and pinch on his cheeks as well, "Stop teasing, pabo and History class was just a coincidence."

"I'm sure." He lets go of my cheeks and swings an arm around my shoulder once again, pulling me close. "Let's go for lunch, shall we?"

I nod and raise my hand into the air, "Lunch time is the best with Kookie! He's gonna be there right?" I look at the orange haired boy next to me.

He smiles, "Of course he is. Who else is the maknae going to hang out with?"

"Definitely not a jamless person." I deadpan.

"Yah~! Soo Yeong ah~." I laugh as Jimin pulls me into a headlock and he runs his hand through my brunette hair untying my top knot hairstyle.

A/n: Hope you guys stick around for the next chapter.

P.s. with me being a taehyung stan, my wonderful friend sent me this picture the other day. It legit made my life. 😶 ↓↓

~Author-nim💜