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LOSERS IN LOVE - PARK SERIM
Sometimes, romance isn't just what suits two people.
Serim stood outside the convenience store, head hung low, pockets in his hands, typical Serim. The sky had began to darken and he decided to stay at the place, waiting for the incoming rain to pass.
"Dammit, I should have bought an umbrella." He scolded himself while his eyes scanned the shelves of the store, searching for something to munch on as the rainfall began to fall. The sky just became darker, and it finally gave up by crying it's heart out.
Somehow, Serim can relate to this.
"You like the rain?" Another customer asked, significantly smaller than Serim's tall figure. He was the MVP at soccer after all. "Excuse me?" He turned to the black-haired girl who helped herself some gummy bears.
"Im sorry, nevermind." She shrugged it off, not facing Serim and just proceeded to walking towards the counter.
The young handsome senior couldn't help but chuckle, he couldn't decide if she just mistook him for somebody else or she was hitting on him. Nonetheless, his heart fluttured upon hearing her voice. It was just a somewhat sweet melody, the nectar of fresh spring roses combined with the refreshing feeling of summer at the pool— all in her voice.
"Hey," The same girl snapped Serim out of his trance, she now faced the older while drinking her newly bought chocolate drink. "You okay? You've been holding to that condom for a while now."
"What? No." Serim immediately placed it back at the shelf and took a replacement— a tube of mints in embarrassment. He couldn't face the younger who just couldn't contain a chuckle.
"H-Hey, I wasn't gonna buy a condom. I was just thinking of something." Serim began to explain himself, slowly examining the girl. School uniform, filecases, backpack— he already had his assumptions.
"Why are you even explaining yourself? You're weird, sir." She walked towards one of the sitting areas across the window, shouldering off the weirdness she just saw.
Serim hurriedly payed for the pack of mints before causally slipping himself beside the unfamiliar girl. He didn't understand himself— as if he even does. Serim was just drawn to her, no not drawn drawn to her— he's against statutory rape. He just wanted to know her better, if that makes sense— it didn't even make sense in Serim's mind anyways.
"H-Hey." He opened the packet of mints to avoid eye contact, the younger raising an eyebrow. "Mints?" He held up a piece with an akward smile.
"Eh, chocolate milk and mints won't seem to cause me diarrhea." Her voice filled with sarcasm. Serim just closed his eyes, pushing back his black hair that revealed more of his face. His spotless forehead, sharp noseline and the sparkle of his ashen eyes— it was like she was staring at somebody the Gods had molded just for her.
"Now you're the one staring," Serim cocked his eyebrows causing the younger to look away, her cheeks flushed in a pink state.
"I didn't mean to." She looked back, her sass and confidence coming back to her tone. "But how am I supposed to not stare back, everybody literally knows you."
"Can you elaborate...?" Serim drew closer, but not to close to violate the younger's personal space. "Dumbass, you're like the Cristiano Ronaldo of this down. Your 2 million followers in IG? Doesn't that say anything?" She summarized without actually summarizing.
"Point is, you're popular. That's why maybe Im 'starstuck'" She made the quotation gesture with her fingers, sipping once again out the half-empty carton of milk.
"Damn, can't believe posting topless pics everyday can get somebody known. Things are both harder and easier now." Serim leaned back the chair, spinning a little while he helped himself some mints. "So, is that how you and your posse see me? Some hot soccer player?"
She faced the older, "Not really. First of all, I don't have a 'posse", I'm a literal introvert. Second, I don't really know your Instagram so I don't know if you're actually hot."
Serim raised her eyebrow at the last part of her statement. Fingers causally tapping the table while he waited for the truth.
"Okay— I admit I actually saw some of your Instagram but I quit immediately because it felt more of like OnlyFans." They both chuckled, staring at each other eyes before turning away again.
The sight of each other was just breathtaking— maybe even more. The young girl didn't really know what 'love at first sight' meant but all the 20 minutes she spend under the rain, shaded by the 24/7 store with Serim? She may be slowly learning what it means.
Same went with Serim. Usually, she's just attacted to girls and sleeping with them would be the end of it— it wasn't the case for the nameless girl. All of a sudden— he can imagine her being with him together. Marrying each other, having kids, growing old— it wasn't simple lovestuck anymore.
"L-Look," Serim broke the silence. "If somehow, I have feelings for you and you have feelings for me— will I have the chance to make you mine?"
The young girl was taken aback by this statement. "I-I don't think so." She stuttured. She slowly regained the confidence she felt just a while ago "I mean, you're literally gonna graduate college soon and Im still stuck at High school. It'll be akward. Let alone thinking it would work."
She found the perfect excuse to leave, noticing that the bright sun had finally shined once again, through the convenience store window. "I gotta go now." She rushed to the door.
"Wait!" Serim called out with a worried look in his eyes, the young girl turned around in response. "Can I at least know your name?"
She just shrugged the question, not giving Serim a chance to chase her by running fast. Breathless, Serim sat at the curb while the bright shine reflected his shiny hair. He was sad of course— all the erupting feelings had him confused. Was it love? Maybe, someday.
Maybe he just had to accept it— He was the prince and she was Cinderella. But no shoe nor clue to lead him to her, nothing but a moment they shared and the hope that destiny won't make him another loser in love.
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FINALLY I WROTE SOMETHING DEAR LORD
Please tell me that this is at least okay because my creative brain is missing ^^
