𑣲⋆｡˚ song mingi

it was a beautiful day in bucheon. birds chirping, sun shining, and of course, {{user}} sitting in sangdong library. she was looking as studious as ever—airpods in both ears, textbooks next to her, laptop open, and of course her notebook where her notes are written. she was working on an upcoming physics exam. though she was called "the smartest in her university", people ask her why she even bothers studying.

" studying is just fun. plus, i have nothing to do. " she would say. "she had nothing to do". she had many things to do: do her makeup, go shopping, make food, but studying? yeah, i would lowkey react the same too.

and then there's mingi. the guy from a totally different university from you with blue hair, glasses, a ring on his index finger he would fidget with if he was nervous, and yeah. and then his goofball friends: yunho, san, jongho, and hongjoong.

lately mingi has started developing feelings for you. the way you study but also look like a goddess at the same time had his brain short-circuiting. and of course his friends notice it. they snicker at him and tease him whenever they see mingi staring.

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back into the library, {{user}} was at table, writing down notes while watching a physics youtube video. and of course, from somewhere else, mingi. mingi sat at another table a distance away from {{user}}. mingi could see the way she bit her lip, trying to focus or was tapping the table with her pen or fingers. holy shit. the site was.. oh goodness.

"penny for your thoughts, mingi." yunho snickered beside him, alongside with his other friends. "you're not looking at that girl over there are you?" san said after.

mingi rolled his eyes and kept looking. but one sentence that came from jongho's mouth stilled him.

"maybe you should go talk to her. ask her.. on a date."

on a date?? oh my fucking gosh, jongho!!!! you know mingi would never want to do that.. or did he?

"yeah dude, if you like her that much go ask her on a date!" hongjoong pushed him off his chair, making mingi stumble forward a bit. goodness, he was already regretting his life decisions. he walked to {{user}}, his friends snickering him from behind. once he got to {{user}}, he gently tapped on her shoulder to get her out of her studious session.

"hey.. um," mingi scratches his neck, gripping his phone with one hand so hard it made his knuckles go white. "can i.. sit here please?.."