Bright Eyes and Hair Dye

Of Crushes and Creeps

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****!TW!****Mentions of past Toxic/Abusive Relationships
           It starts around D-3 and ends after D-2 if you want to skip it

Also: bad language.

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D-7

They were leaving in a week, and her feelings about the whole thing hadn't quite settled.

She was excited, and nervous, happy to be going, but sad to be leaving.
She'd finally be going home, but at the same time, she'd be leaving behind her friends.

And after living here for so long, she wasn't entirely certain what to expect upon her return.
Places and people can change a lot in four years.

At least she'd have one constant with her: Da-Eun had been there since the beginning, and the thought that she'd be with her throughout this entire journey was a great source of comfort.

D-6

Despite their fastly approaching departure date and the mess of problems and to-do's that came with it, however, she had bigger, more important things to deal with.

Like deciding on the perfect first text to send to her crush.

"Girl, quit stressing! Just tell him you like him already, and- agh, you know what? Here, give it to me."

Da-Eun snatched the phone out of her hand, fingers flying across the keyboard despite her vocal protests and her grabby-hands that reached for the phone.
After a few seconds of typing, Da-Eun seemed to be satisfied, and she handed the phone back to her.

"Here. Perfect. Simple. Straight to the point," Da-Eun said, a smirk on her face.

She glared at her before looking down at her phone to see what she typed.

"Roses are red, violets are fine. You be the six, and I'll be the—" She cut off abruptly, face flushed bright red, from both anger, annoyance, and embarrassment. "Da-Eun, what the fuck! You better be glad you didn't hit send, because if you had, you wouldn't be alive much longer!"

She angrily pushed the delete button, facing her back to Da-Eun, who was laughing her butt off even as she watched her masterpiece disappear in front of her eyes.

She didn't find it quite as funny.

"I'm serious, though! You know I've liked him for a while now. I'm not just looking to smash!"

Her crush, Marcus-the-med-student as Da-Eun had christened him, had been the object of her affections for a few years now.
Despite the fact that she never made a move or let him know about her feelings, despite the fact that she became a stuttering, shy mess around him, he, for some reason, now appeared to have some interest in her.

It had happened after their last lecture of the day, which coincidentally was also their last lecture of the week.

She and Da-Eun had been heading out of the lecture hall, excitedly discussing what to have for lunch, when Marcus had stopped them, wondering if he could have her number.

"So that we can keep in touch when you're back in Korea," he'd said.

She had nodded very seriously (or as seriously as she could with a huge grin on her face), and they'd quickly exchanged numbers before going their separate ways as if nothing had happened.