The first day of exams arrived, and with it, a quiet sense of hope. The classroom seating had been rearranged, and I found myself, almost unbelievably, sitting beside *him*.
These past few weeks had been…different. We’d gotten to know each other, a slow unfolding of shared smiles and brief exchanges. After weeks of conversation, I’d come to a startling conclusion: he was everything I looked for in a partner, everything I’d imagined.
He possessed the qualities I’d always sought – kindness, quiet intelligence, a subtle humor that made my heart flutter. It wasn’t just attraction; it was a feeling of…rightness.
Our interactions were limited to these fleeting moments, these in-person exchanges. Each conversation, though brief, felt charged with an unspoken energy. I didn’t have his number, no way to connect beyond those classroom minutes. I didn't even have his social media account. I didn’t even have access to a social media account. My world existed solely within these brief encounters.
My Maths exam had gone well, thankfully. The tuition had paid off, and I felt prepared for the next wave of tests. I knew he was preparing for his own exams as well.
We shared a small talk about the exams, as usual. It was brief and unassuming, yet it felt significant. When the school bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day, I was free to head home.
But even as I walked, even as I began to study for tomorrow's Language exam, my thoughts kept circling back to *him*. He was a distraction, a delightful, overwhelming distraction. He occupied my thoughts, making it impossible to focus.
*Stop it, Kim Taehyung,* I scolded myself. *Focus*.