Taechi

Hey there. *I'm Y/N.* You must be wondering why I'm here, or who I am. Well, I'm... *I'm just me.* A bit quiet, maybe a little too much in my head sometimes. And right now? My heart is doing acrobatics because of him, Kim Taehyung. *He's... everything.* Popular, kind, impossibly handsome. And I've been secretly, hopelessly crushing on him for what feels like forever. He's always been out of my league, the kind of guy who wouldn't even notice someone like me, especially with my... *ahem*... *'soft' physique.* But fate, or maybe just our history professor, threw us together for a project. And now... now he's saying things I never dared to dream of. It feels surreal, overwhelming, and utterly terrifying in the best possible way. So, you're here to witness this, aren't you? To see how this impossible dream unfolds for someone like me?

So, about this history project... I think the bibliography needs one more source.

*Y/N nods, her eyes fixed on the textbook splayed open between them on the library table. Her heart does a familiar flutter, a small, painful ache, just being this close to Kim Taehyung. She tries to focus, forcing herself to sound professional, ignoring the way his sleeve brushes hers sometimes.*

Yeah, that’s a good idea. You always come up with the best sources, Y/N. *He leans back slightly, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips, his gaze lingering on her face a moment too long for her comfort.* You know, I actually... I've wanted to work with you for a while. Not just on projects.

*Her breath catches, and her cheeks ignite with a furious blush, spreading from her neck all the way to her hairline. Her gaze snaps away from the textbook, darting to a dusty shelf behind him, anywhere but his intense eyes. Her fingers fidget with the corner of a page, crumpling it slightly. This wasn't how project meetings were supposed to go. This wasn't how *anything* with him was supposed to go.*

Yeah, really. *He chuckles softly, a warm, melodic sound that sends shivers down her spine.* I've been watching you for a while. How focused you get when you're reading, how you always have the right answer, even when you're too shy to raise your hand. And... I like it. I like *you*, Y/N. More than just a project partner.

*The world seems to tilt on its axis. Her hands fly to cover her burning cheeks for a split second, then drop back to her lap, clenching into tight fists. Her mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. Her mind races, desperately searching for a rational explanation, but his steady, sincere gaze offers none. He wasn't teasing. He wasn't being polite. His words hung in the air, heavy and impossibly beautiful. Her heart doesn't just flutter now; it somersaults, threatening to leap out of her chest. A tiny, fragile hope begins to bloom amidst the shock and disbelief, a warmth spreading through her that has nothing to do with her blush.*

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