"If only I had just one day. I want to peacefully fall asleep intoxicated with your sweet scent,"

- Just one day (BTS) 

"Song Yuna!" the girl spun around at the call of her name to be faced with Min Jihoon, the boy smiling at her shyly. He's handsome, dyed blonde hair falling across his forehead, and he held something behind his back.

"Oh. Jihoon-ah. What's up?" a bouquet of flowers were shoved into her arms, sprays of roses with their thorns clipped off, filling the air with their rich scent, and the boy's cheeks stained pink as she looked up at him.

"I really like you," he said straightforwardly. "Is there any chance you could like me back?" Yuna's classmates were watching not so discreetly, Chaeyoung shaking Hye-na back and forth excitedly. Yuna blushed, laughing embarrassedly.

"Ah this is really flattering Jihoon, but I'm afraid that I'll have to say no," his shoulders slumped and he sighed.

"I guessed. But I still wanted to give you something," she smiled at him brightly, reaching on her tiptoes to give him a quick hug.

"That's so sweet. Thank you Jihoon-ah for the flowers," his cheeks bloomed redder, and he waved at her, stumbling over his feet as he strode away. Chaeyoung skipped over to Yuna, the girl staring after Jihoon with a fond smile.

"This is your third confession just today. What is it about Valentine's Day that makes people brave enough to ask others out?" she questioned. Yuna shrugged. "What? No psychology-based answer?"

"I guess she's too flustered by the flowers," Hye-na said, joining the three of them in walking around. "Are roses your favorite flowers?" Yuna shook her head, opening her mouth to reply when Woo-joo walked towards them.

"Did you reject Jihoon?"

"She was brutal," Chaeyoung nodded solemnly, and Yuna hit her.

"I was not!"

"Song Yuna; the heartbreaker of Shin A High," Woo-joo laughed when Yuna scowled at him. She was asked out every now and then because of people who liked her for her sweet and charming manner. "I'm just voicing out the public's vote!"

"What public?"

"Our batch mates," Seo-joon answered. "You should visit your locker by the way," they all exchanged curious glances, following Yuna as she walked towards her locker, groaning when she saw the front of it. Almost every inch of it was covered in letters taped over it, the occasion flower popping up here and there, the metal underneath barely visible, and she opened it to find chocolates crashing down. Her face lit up.

"Maybe the letters were too much, but the chocolates are perfect,"

"They're not just from admirers," Chaeyoung plucked off a letter, the front of it covered in a giant heart and red glitter. "This one's from me," Yuna let out an 'aw', tugging her best friend into a hug. "This one's from Ye-seo," she handed her a tastefully decorated card, slanting writing across the edge, and Yuna glanced to where the girl was watching her from the window, smiling brightly at her.

"Come on! If we're late, Mr Jung will lock us out again!" their faces pale, and they start sprinting towards the classroom. Mr Jung was one of their favorite teachers, cheerful and bright, and always trying to make their classes interesting, but had a habit of locking out any student who came too late. They reached the door just in time, their teacher looking at them in amusement as they panted, entering the classroom and collapsing into their seats. Ki-joon looked up from his book to see Yuna looking through her desk, the inside of it filled with chocolates, and leaned over to tap on the girl's shoulder, passing her a milk chocolate bar.

"Since they're your favorites," he mouthed to her, and she smiled back at him, opening it carefully and biting down, the sweet taste filling her mouth.

"Valentine's Day is a special occasion," Mr Jung said, leaning against the blackboard. "But that doesn't mean you won't get in trouble for not doing your assignments. Copy the questions I just wrote down and try your best to answer them in under forty minutes. It'll be a good way to train yourself to think of the answers quicker, and frame them in a way that suits the examiner's taste," the sound of pencil cases being unzipped filled the classroom, and eyes glanced from the board to their notebooks. Yuna tapped her pencil against her book as she thought over what to write before scribbling down the answers.

She glanced around when she finished, curious to see what the rest of her class was doing. Chaeyoung was mumbling something under her breath, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, and Ye-seo was busy doing something else, having answered everything way before Yuna. Seo-Joon caught her eyes and made a pleading gesture, and she shook her head in amusement. A pen poked her back, and she whipped around, scowling at Ki-joon.

"Look at those two," he whispered. Woo-joo was sneaking glances at Hye-na, the girl absorbed in her work, completely oblivious to the puppy trying to get her attention. "Ah, young love,"

"You always talk like you're seventy rather than seventeen. 'Young love'," she mimicked, ducking to avoid the swipe of his arm. "Hye-na will never realize that Woo-joo likes her if he doesn't do something about it,"

"Speaking about doing something about it, I heard Jihoon asked you out today, and you turned him down,"

"Gossip spreads faster in our school then it does in Sky Castle,"

"Why'd you say no?" the question was filled with genuine curiosity, and Yuna bit down onto her bottom lip.

"I don't know. It just didn't feel right,"

"Didn't feel right?" he echoed.

"They always say that when you meet the person you're going to love, it'll feel like everything's perfect. I've only felt that way around one person, and it wasn't Jihoon," Ki-joon was about to further interrogate the girl when their teacher clapped his hands and got their attention.

"Alright everyone, swap sheets!"

~

"Today was exhausting," Yuna groaned, stretching her arms out. She and Ki-joon were walking home together since both their parents were busy, and since Seo-joon had ditched them to go earlier with Woo-joo. "I just want to go home and sleep,"

"Me too, but I'll probably have lessons with dad," the walk to their house was filled with comfortable silence. Never did a single moment between them feel tense or stifling. Being around Ki-joon made Yuna feel like she didn't have to put up any expressions. She could just be her goofy, wild self and he wouldn't mind that. He liked her for who she was, he had told her once. Liked how bold and happy she was, how she didn't seem to care about their burdens and tried to make everyone smile, and hoped that she'd be that way forever. She's broken out of her memories by a hand stopping her, the boy's eyes gentle.

"I know I didn't get you a bouquet or anything, but here," Ki-joon said, pulling out a single carnation, a crimson ribbon tied around it's stem and contrasting with its white petals. Yuna stared at him, taking the flower in her hands. He rubbed the back of his head, cheeks slowly growing pinker. "You told me your favorite flowers were white carnations when we were kids. I hope it didn't change-" he trailed off when Yuna broke into a wide smile, inching higher to press a kiss against his cheek, lips lingering for a moment before she dropped back onto her feet.

For a moment, he's reminded of the first time Yuna had kissed his cheek. They'd been ten, and had been arguing over who had better taste when it came to ice cream, a stupid thing to fight over really, but they were immature kids and had scowled at each other. Yuna has been the first to give in, handing him his favorite melon flavored ice cream and sitting down next to him. "Sorry," she had muttered, and then pecked his cheek before pulling away to grin at the horrified expression on his face.

Now, he's less horrified and more dazed by the fact that he loves the girl in front of him. The girl, who's just as bright and energetic as she was when they were kids, except she's even prettier now and makes his heart thud in a way that shouldn't be normal.

"Thank you," strands of hair fall into her eyes, the light in them soft and shining brightly, her fingers tracing over the flower's petals idly. "For remembering," she gave him a mischievous grin before tugging on the straps of her bag and walking back to her house, leaving Ki-joon standing behind her, the boy gazing at her back. His hand came to press against the cheek, still feeling the warmth of her lips against them, the air smelling faintly of her perfume.

"Ki-joon?" he started when his mother called him, the amusement in her voice telling him she had seen everything. "Are you coming in any time soon?" he turned around to find her and Seo-joon looking at him, barely suppressing their laughs as they stand on the steps that lead to their house, and scowled, though the intimidating nature he was going for was probably ruined from how pink his cheeks were.

"Coming!"