𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 {𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧}

33

it's break time, everyone's messing around. i'm trying to talk to jukyung and the girls, although i can't cause this dumb bitch named han seojun is bothering me. i love it and all but it tickles when he backhugs me and gives me small tiny pecks,

"yo han seojun leave me be." i whine trying to push him off.

"noo."

"tae-hoon never did tha-"

"sooah you guys did the most as a couple." i state cutting her words off.

they 'broke up' like 3 days ago but found out today tae-hoon's gonna apologize or something. nothing new, this class is crazy, they'll do anything. i mean anything i mean ANYTHING. because what i see is the is the most craziest shit ever.

i watch as the lights go dim, the curtains are closed. there's some dumbass music playing and i see tae-hoon walking towards sooah with a big chunk of flowers.

"choi sooah, i've made so many mistakes in the past, and i don't expect you to forgive me and it's okay if you move on.. i still love you sooah, i love you and never want to be separated from you. let's get back together like we used to."

i bend down squeezing my fist in cringe and seojun gives a disgusted look.

"yoo tae-hoon! i love you sooo much!"

she jumps on him and they go all out with the kiss, i turn around and face seojun. i give him a slight peck and smile sitting next to him.

"you know we could do tha-"

"don't even dream about it han seojun." i scold.

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"okay class today we have a two new students!" mr.han announces.

the whole class claps as they both walk in. i give a bare face not showing any expression. i stare at the girl but i just can't read her. though the boy, i can read him like a book.

"hi i'm park ha-yoon, i hope we can get along well!" she smiles.

"hi i'm park ha-eun." he waves.

a few compliments are thrown into the air and we all watch as they take their seats. for fuck sake god really is hating me today cuz she had to take the seat next to my left.

she smiles at me and looks to the right of me, she smiles at han seojun as he pays no attention whatsoever. i put my head down trying to rest until i feel a tap on my shoulder, i lift my head glaring at the girl next to me,

"hey sorry. is he singl-"

"no he's taken, sorry." i blurt out not waiting for her next sentence.

i put my head back down while hearing her whisper how shitty i was.

so she's those type of people?