Finals Suck, but You Don’t
(A/N: This was a request but I seem to have deleted the original ask for it!)
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You could never pay attention in class with him around. The professor droned on and on about something that would probably be on the final exam, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were too busy drinking in the sight of the sun himself, Seokmin. He sat two rows ahead of you, but you could still feel the warmth radiating off of him. He always laughed a little too loud, smiled a little too big, and talked a little too much; it was probably annoying to some people, but not to you. You found yourself slowly falling for him, which was a little bit of a problem because you’d never actually talked to him.