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 BELONGED TO THE GARDEN OF FOOLS."
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MAY 25, 2021 — 11:51 AM
Okay, maybe I was still scared.
Shit, to see all of these people again? And Hanna? God, I hate her. I hope I don't bump into her. Yeonjun parks the car, my palms sweaty as I stare into the car window. "Hey," Yeonjun nudges me, causing me to perk up. "Don't be afraid. Yena's here, too—but I doubt she'll accompany you. She's here to confess to Taehyun."
"Shut up, you bitch," Yena is anxious, biting her nails as she looks into the car mirror. Slamming me into the back of the seat to turn me around, I widen my eyes, watching her. "Do I look hot enough? Do you think Taehyun will like me? Do you think I could get his phone number?! SAY SOMETHING, YOU TWO! Don't look at me like I'm mental!"
"You certainly act like it," I sigh, rubbing my temples. "You look great, Yena. Please, don't ever ask me that again. I'm sure Taehyun will miss you just as much as you missed him! Right, Yeonjun?"
"The only person he's ever liked was you, Yena," Yeonjun says, causing her to widen her eyes. "You should've just said something, he would've dated you the moment you said you liked him back."
"YOU'RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?! YEONJUN, YOU STUPID, MOTHERFU—" I put my hands in front of Yeonjun as she tries to choke him, pushing her into the backseat. She huffs, brushing back her hair as she points at him. I feel Yeonjun's stare on me as I gaze back to the window, seeing all the familiar seniors and friends of my class go inside. "You're lucky I'd never beat Yihwa—maybe because she'd beat my ass—but next time, you're getting your ass beat. Now, let's go. I can't delay talking to him!"
We exit the car, closing the doors as Yeonjun parks his car. I feel a hand on my shoulder as Yena runs inside, probably off to find Kang Taehyun. So, with good judgment, Yeonjun joins me on my right. "If you need me, just call," He beckons to the phone in his hand, shaking it sideways. "I'll be there whenever you need me, 25/8. I'll go find my senior friends, okay? Don't forget to call me if you need me!"
"Yeah, go ahead," I wave as his hand brushes past mine, waving his phone again as he jogs off. I still stand awkwardly, brushing my hair behind my ears. My hair felt awkward when untied, especially at the school where I kept it tied. Would people even recognize me? Slowly walking in, I walk to Ms. Kang's homeroom.
