"How's the project going?"

I look up from my notebook, seeing Minho's curious eyes stare back at me.

"It's going" I chew at my bottom lip as I thought back to the long night I had. I had sketched out the picture but I refused to paint it, sometimes paint ruins a beautiful sketch—sometimes things are only meant to be drawn out in pencil, to only be in black and white. Not everything looks best with color.

I look away from Minho as I knew he was trying to figure out what was going on in my head, sometimes I thought he could.

He was quiet for a while as I look down at my unfinished sketch. "When I write I get stuck a lot, mostly because I have all these thoughts and my thoughts move faster than my hand could write". Still, I didn't look up at him. I just looked down and continued to chew at my lip. "What are you thinking about?"

I let out a soft sigh and close my notebook, putting it aside and sitting up straight. Legs crossed and hands on my lap. I get confident in telling him what I was thinking but as soon as my eyes met his it was like all that confidence slowly faded.

Slouching where I sat on the floor of the library with the school's most wanted male. For some reason—no, it was a known reason why I should feel so small right now. Yeah, he's been nice to me and even opened up, I didn't think he was a bad guy and I didn't see his intentions as negative. All he wanted was someone that understood him, but was that me?

We are so opposite on the outside. I had money, he didn't have as much. He was beautiful and I... I was well, me. He hung around with a crowd and I hung out with nobody.

I look down again, shaking my head lightly "Nothing"

"Do you not trust me?"

My eyes snap up and my eyebrows furrow. "I-I didn't say that!" Minho chuckles at my reaction and puts his hand on my knee. He didn't realize this action made my body heat up. "What?" I pout.

"Your cute", a soft smile still playing on his face.

My cheeks heat up and I look away and down the book aisle nervously chuckling. I look at him "Thank you?"

He looks at me smugly, "No I'm cute back?"

I roll my eyes "You wish"

He chuckles again and leans back onto the shelf, looking at me with a certain gaze. I wanted to look away as it had always been hard for me to hold eye contact, but I couldn't. His intense stare only made me want to look deeper.

"Can I come over?" Minho said suddenly, breaking me out of my trance.

I swallow harshly and shake my head lightly "My parents got home from a business trip, they don't really like visitors"

Minho furrows his brows "Like at all?"

I nod "Only if it's for a dinner they plan or family coming down to visit"

"That's kinda weird"

"Not kinda, it is. I never really understood it but I also never asked about it either"

"I can sneak in?"

I chuckle as I thought he was joking but the serious look on his face made me fold my lips into my mouth, stifling my laugh.

"So no?"

I shake my head "I'm afraid you might drop to your death trying to get to my window"

This makes Minho laugh "Your right, I want to keep my beautiful face"