𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 {𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧}

45

"i wish i looked like her." i sigh looking at the advertisement on the window.

i sigh clutching my water bottle, i amble down to the library looking down at my feet. without any notice i trip against someone. i look up glaring at the person,

"watch where your going fuckass." i scowl.

"no need with the attitude little one."

i recognize it's han seojun. i sigh even louder and walk off but i feel a hand reach over to my wrist, i turn around and try letting go of his grip but it doesn't work.

"let's talk? it's almost been a wee-"

"i said a week? are you deaf?" i question in a cold manner.

"please?"

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we sit in awkward silence as i read my book, i look up seeing han seojun smiling, i try hard not to smile but i crack a bit of a smile,

"what?"

"i really am in love with you."

i look down at my book covering my face, i smile like a idiot. i peek up from my book seeing han seojun quickly push down my book and presses his lips onto mine.

"i love you." he brings close my jaw.

"o-okay, let go everyone's looking!" i whisper.

"i won't until you say it back." he complains smiling at me.

"okay i love you."

"no you don't-"

i give him a quick peck and pull away and i smile,

"you look flustered." i tease.

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"does this mean we're back together?" he holds my hand.

"yes yes, will you stop asking?" i look down a bit shy.

he pats my head ruffling my hair messing it up,

"wanna come over?" i look up glancing at seojun.

"sure."