Beomgyu keeps his promise.

When his four best friends immediately make their way to our table, he stands and gestures wildly with his hands in a motion that can only mean "go away." They give him puzzled looks, but they eventually scamper away to order their own sets of food.

"You don't have to—" I start.

But Beomgyu is quick, and he already knows what I'm planning to say next. "Don't say anything about you not being worth it. The universe made you my roommate. So that means we're going to have an amazing time in Seoul. Since you've never been here before, we're going to go everywhere possible!"

"Everywhere?" I ask. I hide my hands under the lunch table. I'm embarrassed that they're shaking even though I've only taken a few bites out of my bowl of rice and marinated beef.

Beomgyu nods. His mouth is full of food, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's. "I want you to have an amazing time. And a memorable one. It'll be my honor if I can be a part of it."

My eyes begin to ache, and I distract myself by digging into my dish—the dish Beomgyu paid for and chose out for me. Everything tastes good, but again I can't focus on anything except the boy in front of me. Across from us, the other members of TXT sit on the corner of one of the long tables. I can't understand any of their banter, but it sounds like they're having the time of their lives. I suppose a summer at a university gives them an opportunity to relax—such a drastic change from the schedule they're used to.

Beomgyu and I walk to class together. It so happens that we have the same first class—Korean pop culture.

"Um." I stutter while climbing the stairs beside him, trying to hide the sweat on my forehead—a product of Seoul's summer heat. "Why are you taking a Korean pop culture class, if you don't mind me asking."

Beomgyu smiles. "I thought it would be fun. I know quite a bit already of the topic, of course, but there's always new things to learn. And new people to meet, I guess."

I blush upon thinking that Beomgyu could be referencing me—one of those new, normal people he planned to meet at a summer session at Hankuk University of Foreign Studies. My heart radiates with heat, and my stomach swirls in a type of nerves I didn't feel since I met my first love for the first time.

The pop culture professor is a middle aged lady with round glasses and a modest sense of style—as in tan pants and a straight white blouse. She has a lob hairdo and a shy smile, which definitely shows through once Beomgyu enters the room and grabs the attention of everyone within it.

He's like a light, I realize.

Some people are like that. They can enter the room and draw everyone's eyes like magnets to a thick sheet of metal. Beomgyu is a light, an angel. I wonder whether he realizes how special he is. He's a lighthouse, and all the students including me are the lost ships who have finally found a way to land.

Gosh, I really have it bad, don't I? I'm already lovestruck for this boy. I mean, I've been following TOMORROW X TOGETHER since their debut earlier this year, but I've only known one of the members for less than a day.

Back to Beomgyu's lighthouse tendencies, I see clearly now why he was proclaimed the mood maker of his team. Whenever the teacher asks a question, his hand shoots up nine times out of ten. He laughs the loudest when a joke is made, even when the teacher isn't even halfway funny. He smiles encouragingly at the other classmates when it's their turn to answer, as if he's their own personal guardian angel.

I don't even feel like I'm in class. With the way Beomgyu is acting, I feel like a personal assistant to a prince, in the best way possible. I wouldn't mind following him around to all his classes, but unfortunately my second class is basic Korean. It would be even more ridiculous for Beomgyu to join that one.

"How was it?" Beomgyu asks after the Korean pop culture class is finished. We're the only ones left in the room, and a comfortable silence rests on my shoulders.

For a few seconds, my mind races through all the possibilities of what Beomgyu could be referring to. How was his voice as he answered questions about his favorite Korean pop culture moments? Amazing. How were his expressions as he laughed at other classmates geeky introductions of themselves? Also amazing. How he chose to sit next to me and make sure I understood all the details of the syllabus? Oh my gosh.

I realize eventually that he means the actual class. I nod with probably a bit too much enthusiasm. "Oh! It was great. I didn't realize how the government supports the K-pop industry so greatly."

Beomgyu nods, a finger resting on his chin in the most adorable way. "I didn't even realize that until I joined BigHit. But that's totally true."

I nod, my heart clenching as I try for a joke. "So... when are you going to reveal to the public that you're actually a robot? I mean, you're obviously too perfect to be a human."

He laughs loudly, and I have no choice but to echo it in my own giggly version. "You're too funny, Jayden."

I nod, like I can actually agree with him. I realize that he wants to be my friend. I know it in my gut, and the knowledge of this gives me strength.

Beomgyu smirks. "We only have one more class left. Are you ready to explore Seoul?"