❝𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍.❞
→in which Dasom gets to experience being in love in the most cliche way possible.
or
in which Dasom and Yeonjun experience 'young love.'
➪𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐟
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It's 4:00 p.m
And Dasom is still in the classroom.
She knew Eunhee was right that she won't finish it on time.
"Oh shit! wrong calculation," Dasom groans, taking her eraser before rubbing what she wrote and changing the numbers.
The booklet which the student council gave her was about the money expenses report. She knows how important this booklet is so she has to make no mistakes.
Dasom stretches her arms, keeping her pen on the desk before letting out a yawn. She's tired and she won't deny that.
Her classroom is empty, all of her classmates left and now she's all alone.
She stands up from her seat, walking towards the window before looking out of it.
Dasom sees the students prepping up for the winter festival as they built stalls and put up decorations around their school's lawn.
Taking one last look outside, she sighs before going towards her seat and sitting down.
Just a few more pages to go
Dasom takes the pen in her hands before continuing her work.
She scribbles down the words, taking the calculator as she types in the numbers. Her eyes occassionally glances towards the door of her classroom.
"I knew it was you," Yeonjun says, leaning against the doorframe, his earrings visible to her eye as he looks around the classroom.
Dasom blinks her eyes in confusion, not getting what he meant by that. But that wasn't her concern right now.
The main question was: Why is he here?
Yeonjun tears his gaze away from the table before looking at Dasom who widens her eyes by the sudden eye contact. He watches as she looks away before continuing to look down at the papers spread out on her desk.
He walks towards Dasom, taking a chair placed infront of her before turning it around and sitting infront of her desk. Yeonjun was helping Beomgyu get ready for the winter festival when he saw Dasom staring outside from her class's window. He didn't knew why but now here he was, sitting in her classroom.
Dasom watches him in slight confusion. Her mind going through various thoughts.
"What're you doing?," Yeonjun asks, looking down at her desk before furrowing his brows. He takes a paper before reading its contents.
Dasom sighs before continuing to do her work. "I'm writing a report on the money expenses," she says, scribbling down on the pape. She didn't wanted to look at him right now because she knows that if she does, she'll feel it again; that unknown tingling sensation.
