I wish I could meet someone. I wish that would be the beginning of a relationship and the beginning of love. I wish your image was drawn on a blank sheet of paper.
It's all just imagination.
It must be fate that I am leaving my footprints here.
Yes, that's right.
It means that the emotions and timing were just right.
Love Frequency 1Hz
Final
The frantic ringing of the alarm sounds frivolous. It's late. I should have woken up earlier, but I woke up 20 minutes late. Thankfully, my hair wasn't matted because I'd washed it the night before. I gave it a quick brush. I held a freshly baked, crunchy biscuit in one hand and a cool carton of orange juice in the other. I ran, admiring the colorful murals in the alleyway.
What the heck!
Even though I washed my hair last night, it was still greasy. My face was puffy and my eyes were dilated, so it was a wonder I could see straight ahead. Twenty minutes was a lot of time. I woke up 40 minutes late. I hurriedly put on my school uniform and ran out, clutching a malfunctioning hot pink comb.
When I was full from getting caught by the student leader for not wearing a tie and getting a penalty, the first period bell rang. I was screwed. I spat it out. I ran with all my might. I stopped in front of the central staircase. It was so far away that I couldn't see the end. Why the fourth floor again... I climbed like crazy. It felt like I had climbed all the mountains in years. I let out a heavy breath and started climbing again.
Puck.
I crashed. I felt like my shoulder was dislocated. Some kid blocked my path and glared at me with his wart-like eyes before spitting out some bullshit.
handsome.
? Did you say it out loud? Right now? In this situation? No, but wait a minute. My outfit was out of this world. My hair was shiny and I had a hot pink tail on my hand that didn't work properly. What if they see me as a weirdo? What if they don't see me as a human at all? I finished thinking those dazzling N-like thoughts.
Oh, I'm sorry.
First, I apologized sincerely. I thought I should only then see the face that spoke. I glared. I wanted to see that cute, duck-like mouth that said sorry. I'm definitely not a pervert. It's just selfish.
Sorry. Is your shoulder okay..?
Oh, yes.. it's okay. Are you okay?
The two spoke as if asking each other how they were doing. An awkward silence followed. I felt like they would keep nagging at each other. What's your name? I shouted. I thought it sounded like an obsessive advertisement. Choi Yeonjun. But why is that... Oh, it's Choi Yeonjun. Even the name is like a face. Oh right, I asked why. I just asked out of curiosity. Have a good day...! I had nothing else to say, so I wished him a good day. I think I ruined my first impression.
But I still knew the name.
Choi Yeon-jun
Hey! Why don't you come quickly? The teacher asked me to come find you!!! The class president came to pick me up. I was dragged away by the class president, and Choi Yeonjun went down somewhere. I went up the remaining two or three steps and entered the classroom.
The teacher looked at me like I was crazy. Then he said, “You’re doing really well for a kid who’s taking the CSAT in a few weeks. Stand behind me.” He said it as if he was used to it and went back to writing formulas on the board.
Until I stood behind him, all I could think about was Choi Yeonjun crashing down the stairs.
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