Yoongi immediately snapped his eyes open, taking in deep breaths then exhaling, having the same dream about that boy. That boy with the heart-shaped smile that would never leave his side. He slowly sat up, seeing the clock on his nightstand, knowing he was about to be late for school once more. His eyes softened as he hopped out of his bed, trudging his way towards the kitchen, starting his normal, morning routine.

The mint-haired male sighed, resting his head in his hands as he tuned out the teacher's voice. Yoongi stared at the line-sheet paper in front of him before shutting his eyes slowly, sinking into his thoughts.

A few minutes had passed and he had looked straight ahead until something caught his eye. There was a written text on his paper:

Hi! :3

It clearly wasn't his handwriting and it's not like he does anything in his 2nd Period anyhow. The people around the classroom were just paying attention in class or taking down notes. The only person who didn't do that was Kim Namjoon, one of the smartest yet stressed people in the school. Not to mention it couldn't be possible for someone to quickly write that down without getting caught by Yoongi ( especially since he has like 7 senses ).

With curiosity he wrote back:

Hello?

He stared down at the sheet of paper, waiting for a response but none came. Was he seeing things? Yoongi closed his eyes again, sighing. Less than 5 seconds, there was already a response.

It's okay, don't be shy. I won't hurt you!

The mint-haired male narrowed his eyes in a hostile matter.

Who are you?

Wow, it must have been a long time for you not to recognize my writing.

You know who I am?

Of course! I used to hold your hand and comfort you ;3;

Who ar--

His writing was interrupted by the frightened jolt of his hand coming from the loud bell that rang throughout the school.

Before getting his items, he nervously gazed at the piece of paper and without a second thought, the paper was in the trashcan.