❛ The normals cry, the crazies laugh. ❜
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Five years ago, when Do Haru was nineteen years old, she witnessed a brutal murder in the forest near her grandmother's house. The killer was never caught, and Haru couldn't help the police since the assassi...
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You are an idiot when it turns to sentiments.
───── ❝ do haru ❞ ─────
'Haru, please I am really sorry, okay?' Yoongi whined, trying to make sure his voice wasn't louder than a whisper as he had been doing for thirty minutes already. He was trying not to get caught talking by their chemistry teacher. However, Haru wasn't looking at him nor responding, having zero intentions of forgiving him at the moment.
'Please! I have been begging for your forgiveness for thirty minutes already, isn't it enough?!?' Yoongi almost yelled, then remembered the place that they were at and lowered his voice mid-sentence.
'Okay, fine. Just shut up before he gives me detention for the second time this week, one is more than enough,' she hissed, throwing a glare at her best friend before turning her attention back to Jimin. Of course, why would someone listen to their teacher, when they have a Park Jimin in class? They'd be crazy to bother. At least, according to Haru's opinion.
It annoyed her how it took absolutely nothing for him to become popular. Everyone, especially girls, whispered about him, never sealing those darned, injected lips of theirs. However, to her luck and greed, he rejected everyone, even some of the most prepossessing girls in the university.
Haru was aware that she would likely be rejected as well, but he didn't turn her down yet. For some reason, while staring at him, she felt motivated. Out of nowhere, she decided she wanted to ask him out.
Yes, it has been only two weeks, but who cares?
Haru thought nonchalantly. She knew she was kind of obsessed with Jimin, and not in a weird way, but maybe she just liked him a tad bit too much without knowing him well. All she hoped for is that if she asked him out casually, it would bloom into something serious.
She was a simple person when it came to relationships. If it worked out, it worked out; if it didn't work out, it didn't work out. Easy. However, she wasn't sure if she could keep it easy with Park Jimin.
The only relationship that had worked out so far, was her six-year-old friendship with Yoongi. One that was being thrown away because of a little knobhead by the name of Myung Haneul.
A thought popped up in her mind, making her tilt her head towards Yoongi. The man looked crestfallen as he crossed his arms over the table and rested his chin upon them.
'Hey, Yoongles,' she whisper-yelled, giving his shoulder a small hit. 'Who would you choose between me and Haneul? Who would you give up? Who is more important?' she challenged, making Yoongi sigh tiredly.
