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TAEGAN

I never thought I could get lost in a library until now. The place was fucking huge. I only thought libraries like this existed in Harry Potter or Beauty and the Beast. I was literally standing in the fantasy castles I wrote as a kid.

I was expected to meet my new tutor here but I was walking in circles, already passing by the bathroom five times now. I was starting to get desperate from the way these college kids were looking at me. I didn't really care but to them it's somewhat suspicious to see a 6'4 emo kid with stompers on, walking around this place.

"Alright freshman, where are you heading to?" I jolted, looking behind me to meet two dark brown eyes and a handsome face. It was the librarian leaning against his desk, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose with what looked like a mullet on his head. This school was just full of pretty people.

I awkwardly smiled and gently shook the curls blocking my face, "I'm trying to find my tutor. They said they were going to be in section 3A but I'm literally lost and going in circles." I walked a little closer to him so I wouldn't disturb the other students around me.

"I can see that you're lost alright. You passed the map three times already."

"Wait, there's a map!?" I accidentally shouted and looked all around me like a headless chicken. The man in front of me laughed, then shushed me before pointing to the corner.

"It's on the third floor to your left in that corner by the window. That section is kind of hard to see but I'm sure you'll spot the sign when you get further." He smiled at me while pushing up his glasses. I politely thanked him and made my way upstairs.

And let me tell you, those were some fucking steps. By the time I made it to the third floor, the other college students were giggling at the wheezing black girl with frizzy curls (I change my hair pretty often).

Shit Tia, you need to workout more.

That's when I heard a ding and looked over to my right.

"I know you got me fucked up." There was an elevator this whoooole fucking time!

I took a deep breath in, "School of your dreams, school of your dreams, school of your fucking dreams." I pulled my self together and finally found the section I was suppose to be in.

"Sorry I'm...."

"Oh? Hi."

Do my eyes deceive me or is it the same blonde from the party? The same blonde that had me writhing underneath her as she ate me whole and made me hers for the night. The same blonde I've been avoiding for a whole month, purposely changing my shifts so I don't have to see her when she got her afternoon coffee ((not that I knew her schedule or anything).

"Do I have something on my face?" She asked and her voice pulled me out of my head. I looked at her, her expression full of concern as to why I was so shocked to see her. I mean, if I looked that good I wouldn't stop talking about it. She's absolutely beautiful.

Her hair was golden blonde, not the type of blonde to make you want to scorch your eye balls out, but the type of blonde that would have you memorized every time it moved. Her long legs suited her physique well, not to mention her cheekbones. And her lips, gosh I remember how soft they felt. So soft you had the urge to sink your teeth into them.

"N-No um...it's just..." When I followed up to her eyes I was absolutely fucked then. Her eyes were a dark amber that looked all too perfect in the sunlight.

"Are you sure there isn't something on my face?" She asked again this time squishing her cheeks and touching all over her forehead.

Cute.

"No!" I accidentally shouted. I coughed and cleared my throat, "It's n-nothing. I just didn't expect to see you here."

"That's kinda weird." She giggled. "Well, if you're looking for someone to tutor you in college algebra, I'm your girl."

"Wait, you said tutor?"

"Yeah. I'm suppose to tutor this girl that texted me but she's like ten minutes late. I wouldn't blame her though. This place is huge." She scratched the back of her neck and looked down on the watch in her wrist. I awkwardly stood their for a minute debating if I should tell her I'm the dumb ass that's late.

I finally spoke up.

"Yeah, that's me. Apologies."

Apologies, Tia? What are you, some British male?

"Oh!" The blonde smiled, patting the empty space of the desk in front of her. "Well don't just stand there, sit down. I'm Penelope. You must be Taegan!" She smiled.

"That's me," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic, though it came out in a sarcastic tone. Does she remember me? It'd probably be best if she didn't, then it wouldn't be awkward.

I'm not someone that's memorable.

"Cute shoes by the way." But how would she not remember?

I pulled out the big algebra textbook and accidentally made a loud thump as I placed it on the table. People turned towards the sound and I wished a hole from the ground would suck me up. The thump in the silence was like a burp in a symphony.

"Sorry," I said but it came out in a semi-shout and I sunk into my chair. "I'm making a fool of myself today, aren't I?"

Penelope amusingly huffed in front of me. "Don't worry, it's not like everyone minds anyone's business but their own."

"It feels like they do," I muttered.

"You're a freshie, it's expected of you to make mistakes."

If she wasn't smiling (and if it wasn't Penelope), I would have taken that as an insult.

Penelope opened her binder. "Shall we?"

***

JUNGKOOK

"Timberlands, you did not say that."

"I did." I frowned. "I didn't like it."

"But she's Ezra! You're, like, in love with her." Namjoon sat back on the couch and folded his feet underneath him.

I sighed and gripped the controller tighter. "I panicked, okay? I would be better off not saying anything at all." I grunted and started smashing the buttons on the controller while Namjoon did the same.

Saturdays were the one day where we slacked off and just stayed inside. It was like this since freshman year. We did this in order to keep each other updated, avoiding our busy schedules to have some downtime and make sure, as roommates, we were alright.

"That's the most smartest thing you've said this whole time—SON OF A BITCH!" He shouted and sighed.

"Well, it's not like she practically confessed to me and I told her I have to make you soup for your fake cold." I got agitated from all the zombies surrounding me and died. We both ended up dying that round and groaned. I threw the controller next to me.

"Smash Bros?" He asked and I shook my head before grabbing the pillow. Namjoon looked at me a little surprised before turning his body toward me.

"What?" I asked nonchalantly.

"You would kill to beat me with Ryu, any day, any given time. This is really messing with your mentality, isn't it?"

Namjoon was my best friend for a reason. If anyone could read me, it would be him.

And Ezra.

Namjoon looked at me for a while, jaw clenched then relaxed before clapping his hands and snapping at me.

"What if you took her on a real date."

I coughed and got light headed from how fast I got up. "H-Huh?"

"You heard me. Ask her out on a real date."

"That would only complicate things more, bro."

"No, it wouldn't." Namjoon brought a pillow into his lap and looked at me with this serious look in his eyes.

"Don't overcomplicate things, Jungkook. Think of this as a way of figuring out your feelings and understanding hers. If what you two feel is mutual then things can be fixed right then and there. It's like speed dating with your childhood crush and seeing if you still like them or not." He chuckled at himself, seemingly feeling proud of thinking of something sensible.

"For one, that's exactly what the hell it is. And two, Ezra and I have hung out so many times before. What makes you think she'll take this seriously and not guess it's just another day for us?"

"Because you'll ask her personally." Namjoon stared dead into my eyes. "It's the way you ask her. Language is more than just words and vowels. Sure you've hung out, but if she can see that you're genuine with your words, actually being vulnerable for just a moment, then trust me when I say this: she will take it seriously."

I was at a loss for words. Face down, ass up type of stunned at the person in front of me right now. "Did Joy put you up to this?" I asked in all honesty. Namjoon laughed and scratched the back of his neck, and blushed. My mouth dropped and watched him pick the lint off his sweats.

"Nah, she would be really proud of me though. Sort of miss her right now but I don't wanna seem too clingy. She's all I can think about these days." He groaned and ran his hands over his face.

"You know when you think about someone and you can't stop smiling?" He asked. I raised a brow before I realize he was just going off at the mouth, babbling in the moment. But it had me thinking.

"Yeah," I chuckled dryly. "It's sort of the opposite for me now. She's all I can think about but a part of me wants her to get out my head." My words stung and tugged on every heart string. I laid back down this time on my back and stared at the ceiling.

"I don't know what to do." I huffed. Namjoon patted my thigh and got up. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. I'm gonna get this narrative done. Call me out for dinner?"

"Mhmm."

Namjoon went into his room while I stayed on the couch, thinking of anything to help me. Avoiding it isn't the option yet that's all that I seem to do. I run away, sticking a pin in it instead of doing something. If I'm being honest I was never asked to  do anything in my childhood. It was always done for me up until now.

Then it hit me. I was asking myself the wrong question this whole time.

Do I really love Ezra?

And for the first time ever, this was one question I couldn't solve.

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