Senior, please be my girlfriend.

#1. Love at first sight

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pretty senior

























"I'm bored."










It's already been a year and five months since I entered high school. In those five months, nothing exciting has happened. I came up from the countryside alone to Seoul to attend a good school, and I live alone. But since moving here, I haven't dated once.





When I first moved away from my parents and started living alone, I was lost in my own fantasies, waiting for the day I'd start dating. But what the heck? I've been single for 17 months. I have tons of friends of the same sex, so I'm single. And among those friends, I don't have a single friend of the opposite sex.





There was still 1 year and 7 months left, but it seemed like my high school life would end without me ever dating again.





I sat on a bench in front of the school with a senior I knew, observing all the students walking home. All of our students were handsome, but not a single one suited my style.





I gave up halfway and told my senior I'd go in first. I packed my bag and stood at the traffic light. As I waited for the light to turn, a pink handkerchief obscured my view.










"Oh, what is it?"



"Thanks for catching me."










A female student snatched the handkerchief I was holding. As soon as the traffic light changed, she turned around and walked away. As she turned, her hair, untied and free, swayed freely. Her long, straight hair swayed in the wind. She wore light makeup, a skirt length that complied with school regulations, and long, black hair, unpermed or dyed.





She was a girl who looked exactly like my ideal type. My heart began to pound. It continued even after she left.










After that girl left, the traffic light changed several times, but I couldn't move from that spot. No, I didn't move. I couldn't move because I wanted to see that girl again.










"What, weren't you the one who went first?"



"Ah, senior."



"What, why are you spacing out like this?"
"Who hit you?"



" yes,.. "



"What?! Who?? "



"A girl stole my heart..."



"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Did I eat something wrong?"



"That's not it. I just fell in love at first sight."















***















From that day on, I continued to search for that girl at school. I told my senior what she looked like, and he gave me a lot of help in finding her.





I searched the entire school for a week, but the girl wasn't anywhere. Half-giving up on whether she was a student, I went out to the playground bench and sat down to get some fresh air.





Then, a pink handkerchief obscured my vision again. It was a familiar handkerchief. I'd seen it a week ago. It was the handkerchief of the girl I was looking for.










"Thanks for catching me."



" excuse me! "










Fearing I'd never see her again if I let her go, I grabbed the girl's wrist without thinking. Her eyes widened in surprise at my sudden grab. It was adorable.










" why? "



"What's your name?"



"Park Yoon-seul."
"There's a name tag here. Park Yun-seul, 3rd grade."
"I'm older than you, so why are you speaking informally to me?"










It was a female student showing her name tag. Her name was Park Yunseul. Her name was as pretty as her face. But her name tag was green. She looked young, so I assumed she was a classmate or junior. I assumed she was a first or second year student, so I didn't go to the third year floor. That must be why I couldn't find her for a week.










" sorry. "



"But why did you catch me? Do you have something to say?"



"Let's get to know each other."















***















After suggesting we become friends, I came up to the classroom. Naturally, the response was "okay." We even exchanged phone numbers.





My friend was worried because I was lounging in my seat during lunch, unlike usual, without leaving the classroom. I shook my head and said it was nothing.















***















"Ol~ What is it?"
"Park Yoon-seul, did you just get confessed to?? "



"What are you talking about? I just saw you for the first time."



"What's your name?"



"Kim Min-gyu."










When I told my friend his name, he seemed to know Kim Min-gyu very well. He said Kim Min-gyu was the most innocent of the second-year students. He had many friends, but he kept a distance from the bad kids.





But why did you ask to be friends with me?
















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