From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"WE COLLIDE LIKE A CARNIVAL, HERE FOR THE FUN BEFORE LEAVING."
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APRIL 27, 2016 — 15:00 PM
"Again?" Mr. Jung crossed his arms, obviously unamused. "Why do you both keep fighting like kids? I'm starting to get sick of you both fighting all the time, it makes me upset. You guys are like an exam to me—I hate you more the more you approach me with crap."
"Mr. Jung," I sighed, shaking my head. "I talked to Soobin the other day about it. Should I really leave him so easily? Should I just... let my love fall like fallen leaves?"
"You're asking me this like I wouldn't say yes," He leaned against the blackboard, raking back his shuffled hair. Every day, I started to think that Mr. Jung is younger than he claimed to be. "Besides, you hurt my former student! You're lucky I haven't reported the fight to the school board, or else you'd all get expelled."
He was right, completely right. "Yeonjun told me not to, though," Mr. Jung muttered, causing my eyebrows to raise in surprise. "He personally came to me maybe... March? And told me about everything. He pleaded for me not to tell the school, not to tell anyone else because he didn't want to risk you guys losing your education."
"Is... he okay?" I asked, biting my lip. "Is he still doing well?"
"He's fine, he's just been in the hospital, visiting kids, getting his old wounds checked, etcetera," Mr. Jung shrugged, grinning. "Want me to send you the hospital address? I know you might want to... um..."
"Yeah," I whispered, the hope flying up inside of me. "Please."
He nodded, sighing as he took out his phone. Within seconds, I feel the slight buzz in my pocket. Mr. Jung, Ms. Kang, and I have saved each other's numbers just because. (We also have a group chat for gossiping... They gossip about me all the time when I don't respond.)
