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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"I NEVER LIKED FAIRYTALES, ANYWAYS."
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MAY 12, 2021 — 13:11 PM
"Your college graduation is coming soon, how do you feel?"
Reminds me of Yeonjun and Soobin's words. How do you feel? Like shit. This means that I'd have to go find myself a job as an architect. I mean, I'll be honest, I actually got an offer not too long ago, but with the "all men" office, I don't know if I like it that much. Men scare me as much as they should.
"It's... an alright idea," I read the magazine, a leg crossed over the other. My professor sat intrigued, chuckling as I leaned my feet on the desks. "I'm unsure whether I like the idea of being out of your grasp or just graduating from university entirely. At least I won't have to study anymore."
"You know you love me, Yihwa," Her words cause me to reminisce for a second, remembering the times when people teased me with that familiar statement. I closed my magazine, raising an eyebrow at my professor. She—my professor named Professor Nam—raised her eyebrows in excitement, leaning forward. "I don't know why you prefer to stay here while there's graduation planning going on."
It's my birthday. That's why I don't want to go to graduation planning.
"I don't like socializing, apologies," I shrug, sighing as I toss the magazine to the side. She crosses her arms, shaking her head. "You should know that since I've been in all four of your architectural design classes since my first year."
"Yeah, but I had hoped at least you'd change a bit," She winks, Professor Nam sighing heavily. "But I suppose you're correct. You're asocial in every way, maybe because of your chaotic past. Was high school such a bummer that you hate people that much?"
"Must I lie to one of my professors?" I question, Professor Nam, rolling her eyes. "Perhaps it was a bummer. Maybe not anymore. I can't tell, even when I've solved most cases of indecisiveness in psychology. I guess there's more behind feelings than as far as I learned."
"Maybe you should read up on it," She jokes, teasing me over my stress-studying habits. I ignore her, standing up as I fixed my jacket. "Well, you know the time, too. I have to go eat lunch with the other professors. Maybe Yena is waiting for you—"
