Yiseong thinks to himself. He doesn't like the way his heart is behaving right now. Also, how his eyes can't stop staring, because he just saw Kwon Eunjae in front of him. Standing, by himself, right on the edge of The Great Lake.
This is ridiculous, but maybe this is his only chance. Eunjae is alone, he's only surrounded by the breeze and peaceful chirps or passing-by birds and whatnot—no one else on sight; not his Prefect partners, his study group members, nor a bunch of jocks-wanna-be first graders who trail him around like some detachable mini shadows.
Maybe, just maybe, he can grow a pair and try to talk to him this time.
So Yiseong gathers his courage and makes a step forward. Or maybe two. Now two becomes five and Yiseong is a little bit panicking because he suddenly forgets how to stop his feet from moving, and this is bad /bad/ because he never felt any slightest kind of panicky feeling before.
Before he regains his composure, the Gryffindor Prefect turns his head toward him. His shuffled heels must have made some noises on the dewy grass—but there is no going back now.
"Oh," Yiseong mutters, unable to school his face back to his nonchalant expression. "I—"
"Yiseong Hwang?"
He totaly did not expect the tall guy to know his name like that, but the immediate silence is deafening.
"Right?" A smile followed, a kind of curve that will be etched in his mind for 2 weeks long—because Yiseong can see his dimples now and he thinks that looks nice and he wants to see it everyday now.
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Beautiful drabble about Hwang Yiseong and Kwon Eunjae written by Inazhni Risti.
