"Do you have Jungkook's number?" Yoongi asked you as you type on your laptop.

You looked at him, his eyes were fixed on own screen. "I-I dont think so. But I'll check. Dont you have his number?" You stutter as you slightly blush for no reason.

Yoongi glanced at you. "I have. But my battery's out."

"Oh. Why are you asking me about this again?" You ask as you scroll on your phone, looking for his name on your contacts.

"I need to get the pictures of the dance club." Yoongi said as he yawn.

You nod at him at you bite your lower lip. You dont see his name on your list. "I dont have his number." You said as you click the lock button of your phone. "You can just find him and get the pictures." You suggested.

"Meh, just forget about it. Im too tired to even walk." He said as he rest his back on his swivel chair.

You rolled your eyes. Yoongi haven't got up his sit the moment he stepped in the room and yet he's telling you that he's tired of walking.

You glance at your screen. You're doing the lay out of the flyers the theater club will give out to their fellow student for this autumn fest. And as a person who always faces the computer screen, you took it as an opportunity to do it, even though you're the script writer of the drama that will be played.

"Are you doing the flyers for the theater club?" Yoongi ask as he crane his head at your direction. You answer him with a nod.

"Cool. Jungkook said something about doing a documentary for this season's play the other day. " You slowly turn your head towards his direction.

"Is that even possible? Nobody is allowed to watch the rehearsals except the theater club."

"The club's president already approved so..." Yoongi's shoulder shrug as he slowly let his lids close.

"Dont lock the door when you leave. And if you see Jungkook outside tell him about the pictures." He mumbled then there was silence.

Your mouth almost gaping as you feel your hand start to sweat and your heart beating a little faster, the new information now sinking. You're the writer of the play for sure you'll be on the rehearsals everyday then that means you'll see him everyday after class and spend a little more time with him.

You can talk to him there. For sure he wont suspect, right?

You tuck your hair behind your ears. Right, he wont suspect you for liking him. Its normal to have small talks with him since you know each other. You nod to your head.

You smile giddily as you look at the screen of your conputer. You were pleased with your work, the earthy colors of the background and the couple in the middle of the flyer that was made of shadow, at their feet was a pile of autum leaves.

You inhaled deeply, you decided that it's time for you to go home. You look at your face on the mirror just beside your laptop. You see dark circles under your eyes and you look like you were electrified with your hair standing up in different directions.

You exhaled. Your lips were even pale. You look like a lifeless dumb ass. You decided to put your hair in a bun and put some powder on your face. You pinch your cheeks to get the pink tinge that you want. You search your bag for a decent lipstick or maybe a tint just for you to look like a human again.

When you saw a tint, you beamed. You let it stain your lips for color and you sighed. Now satisfied, you zip your bad and sling it on your shoulder. You glance at Yoongi that was already snoring cutely.

"Goodnight, Grandpa." You whispered before you slip out the door, not locking the door when you remembered what Yoongi said before he fell asleep.

The sky was already in its orange and yellow hues, the sun ready to say goodbye for tonight. You stretch your arms up, earning a groan from you.

You started to walk towards the gate of your school. The students already went home, some are left like the athletes, the rest of the campus was silent. Some pass by your side but they were running as they rush to get home.

While you, you take your time walking home. You love walking and feeling the fresh air as you try to imagine things that you want to happen in your life. Sometimes, you try to imagine Jungkook walking beside you, smiling at you brightly as he look at you like you're his life.

You shook your head as you chuckle to yourself. That's impossible. A guy like him wont like someone like you. He's unreachable. Which made you only want for him even more.

You hear rapid footsteps behind you as you continue your walk. You inhaled sharply when a guy wearing a black sweater stopped by your side, he catches his breath.

"Hi." He said as he glance at you, he smiled with crinkled eyes.

"Jeon Jungkook." You mumbled with small voice as you look at him. The cheeks that you once pinched was now bright red.

You look away from his eyes. You cant seem to handle his eyes even though it was very friendly. It somehow makes you feel... nervous.

"Walking home alone?" He asked and you nod as you keep your face straight on the path ahead of you.

"You'll walk too?"

He hummed as he put both of his hand at the back of his head, eyes on the orange skies.

"Thought you already went home." You mumbled to yourself but he glanced at you and you blush when you realized that he heard what you said.

"I-I mean its a bit late dont you think? Students like you should be home by now." You said as you look at your feet, your steps sync with his and you cant help to wonder if your heart too.

He chuckled. "What do you mean by students like me? Anyways, I had to finish something in there." He said and you nod in series.

"Yoongi didn't call me today. He said he would." He mumbled and your head shoot up, your eyes darting to his face.

"Uhm, he asked me to call you because his phone died and I didn't have your number. But uhm, he asked me to tell you that he needs the pictures." You said.

"Oh."

You nod. "I'll send him the pictures later then." He said.

You stopped when you saw the shed where the bus stops. You turn to face him, your hand grips the sling of your bag.

"This is where I stop. Goodluck on your way home, Jeon Jungkook." You said as you bow at him slightly. You dont dare look at his eyes as you walk inside the shed. Some people were sitting on the bench, obviously on their way home from work.

"Y/n!" You heard Jeon Jungkook's voice.

You look at the direction you came from only to see him jog towards you with a pen on his hand. He stops beside you and he takes your hand that made you stiff, completely rooted to where you stand from shock and from the butterflies that started to fly inside your stomach.

He writes something in your palm then he let it go. "My number. Save it." He said before he walked away from you.

And you watch him. You watch his figure go small and disappear from your sight. You glance at your palm only to see numbers that you know you would always cherish.

Your bus came and you sighed as you walk towards the bus door. You sit beside the window and watch the city lights pass by, a smile growing on your lips.