I looked at the photo album, smiling as reminiscing about each moment. This one! I thought to myself, staring at a flour covered 8 year old me. A page ahead was a picture of dad and me holding a fish. A picture next to it was...ah. It was a picture of me and Kai pulling each other's hair. I chuckled to myself at that memory.
"Excuse me," the man beside me spoke, "Could you wake me up when we reach Seoul?"
"Sure!" I nodded, smiling. I felt him. He had a tired stance, and was clutching an office bag. Most probably got less than 6 hours of sleep. Adulting is hard.
F
or the next 12 minutes, I continued gazing at the photo album, occasionally looking up to see the surroundings.
We've arrived at Seoul. Passengers who-
"Excuse me," I shook the man beside me, "Your stop is here."
"Oh, Thank you."
"Y/N!" a voice called, I smiled knowing who it was.
"Yujin! I pulled the girl into a hug, "I missed you so much..."
"First things first, you must be hungry, " she suggested, "Do you want to eat breakfast at my place?" I nodded enthusiastically, making her pinch my cheeks.
"Why are you sooo cute?!" she growled.
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"Y/N, now you may find Mr. Choi's office and get your schedule," my class teacher said.
I found the office somewhere in the ground floor. I knocked twice and slightly opened the door to take a peek. I saw a boy sitting in front of what seemed like Mr. Choi. Mr. Choi glanced at me while continuing to talk with the boy, I took the hint and waited outside. A minute or so later, a voice called from the inside, "Come in."
I entered the room. It was cold and smelled like that of a burning paper. The boy got up to leave, he wore a black cap that made his face hardly visible.
"Ms. Y/n L/n?" Mr. Choi asked looking at my admission file on the table.
"Yes, that's me." I felt the guy pause so I took a glance behind to see. Maybe he did pause for a moment...
"Close the door before leaving." Mr. Choi ordered the guy. Judging from his tone, he wasn't very fond of him. The boy might've gotten himself in trouble and got a detention or something? I thought to myself.
"So Y/n, I'd like to discuss regarding your subjects—"
After a long 15 minutes, i was standing outside the office with a schedule of my classes. I double checked the schedule, 8 :00 am Physics.
Physics. I mentally smiled. It was one of my best subjects. I went back to my assigned classroom and took a seat at the second row. The teacher snapped at the door as a panting girl barged in.
"Yoorim, you're late for the third time this week." he sighed as the girl muttered a sorry. The girl stood just beside my seat, "Hey, this seat is mine."
"Oh," I said while grabbing my books in case I'd to leave the seat.
"Yoorim, why can't you just go and sit at the last row?" Mr. Choi asked, wanting this a scene to be over ASAP.
"I can't. I'm nearsighted. " she pressed her lips together.
"Fine Y/n," he apologetically smiled, "I hope you don't mind..."
"Of course not." I jumped out of my seat. Of course I did.
The rest of the class was pretty much interesting. My seat mate was a girl with slightly brown hair who engaged me in a conversation whenever she saw the chance. She had dimples on both of her cheeks which appeared whenever she smiled. She persistently peeked into my note to admire my handwriting.
.... INCOMPLETE...
