For the past few days, I’ve been getting closer to Jiwoo, and it’s good—no, it’s good—but why am I so worried? I have a feeling something big is about to explode.
And a short while later,
My prediction was exactly what I expected. Some guy named Kim Taehyung was following me around. But instead of feeling proud, I felt like I was trying to seduce him.
"Pretty"
"Yeoju"
This is such a hassle... If it were any other girl, they'd probably be like, "Huh?" and tremble, but I know that type. That's definitely playing games, 100%.
But I have to admit, his face is one thing. That’s why he can string people along. If it weren’t for that, he would have just gotten criticized and wouldn't have done it.
"Ah, Kim Taehyung!!"
"Huh? What is it, pretty girl?"
"Haa... can't you go a little?"
"Where? Where should I go?"
"Go to your classroom..."
"I don't think this will work."
I was wondering how to make him drop me, but the method was simple. What if I just entered his fishing grounds? It might seem a bit lame, but wouldn't it be easier to get rid of him?
"Taehyung-ah"
"Huh? Why, pretty girl?"
Do you like me?
He seemed a bit flustered as I slid my two arms around Kim Taehyung's neck, but he did it even more at the thought of being pulled away soon.
"I said, do you like me?"
Since there was no word, I thought this would be enough, so I lowered my arm and walked away in the opposite direction.
Wherever my feet took me, I ended up at a library. It was so nice and quiet. It felt so drowsy and wonderful. I felt like fatigue was slowly setting in, and I really felt like I was going to fall asleep... and indeed... I did fall asleep.
It represented a form in which a certain type of voice woke me up.
"Please stand up over there"
I think I slept so well that I don't even know how many hours I slept. Hmm, I think I even drooled a little, though.
"O...eh?"
It’s not the time to do that; I need to lock the door, but I can’t because you’re here.
"Ah... yes, yes, I have to go. I'm sorry."
*Rumble*—this darn stomach of mine keeps rumbling all the time, I wonder who owns it. Ugh, how embarrassing. It sounds like a senior, how am I supposed to go to school?
"Haa, wait. I haven't had dinner either. Let's eat together."
"Yes... I will."
But this person is pretty. It's just that they look serious, but they are actually pretty. Kim Taehyung is pretty too, but it's a slightly different kind of prettiness, I guess.
If Kim Taehyung is alluring beauty, this senior is pure beauty.
"Excuse me, but what is your name...?"
"? Ah, Jeong Hoseok"
What about the junior who drooled in their sleep?
Ugh... This person seems to hold grudges.
My name is Kim Yeo-ju. Please feel free to call me Yeo-ju.
"Yeah, Yeoju, do you like tteokbokki?"
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Jeong Hoseok (18)
Saebom High School 3rd Year Class B
If someone talks about soccer to Jung Hoseok, he is loved by everyone, as if to say, "He hurt his leg playing soccer, do you have any conscience? Why are you being like this to Hoseok?"
I know how to be loved, but I don't know how to give it well.
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"me too..."
Kim Tae-hyung (17)
Saebom High School, 2nd Year, Class D
His personality is no joke. He's definitely the number one person you have to avoid. But I couldn't avoid him because of his face. He's the ultimate jerk who flirts with any pretty girl he sees but refuses to accept their confession. Still, the moment I see his face, I forget about it and fall for him.
"How do I look?"
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Who do you think you are to say I'm agitated?
BEHIND—
Taehyung, who had frozen in place after Yeoju left, gasped for breath as if he had been holding his breath to clutch his trembling heart.
"Haa...haa......"
I wondered why I was acting like this, but I covered my reddened ears with my hands to calm myself down.
"Why am I acting like this...?"
