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⌯012 ; 2nd date

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012 ; 2nd date

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Happiness is an understatement of what she've felt this past few days. Everything was perfect for Y/n, not that it wasn't perfect before Baji came, but knowing they both like each other adds up to the blissful feeling whenever they're together.

Baji would wait for Y/n at her locker then accompany her to her classes. There are occasions when Baji attends class not to listen or study but rather to be by Y/n's side and admire her as she concentrates with her work.They spend the majority of their time at school by one other's sides.

Y/n couldn't contain her excitement now that the day she had been waiting for had arrived. She informed her parents that she would be going to school to complete "additional work", but they didn't seem to mind as long as what she'll be doing is school-related.

Baji is aware that Y/n kept their relationship a secret, he understands and acknowledges Y/n's feelings, and he is aware that Y/n is still struggling under the burden of her parents. As long as Y/n is on his side he's already contented.

When the driver dropped her off at her school, she stood there waiting for the car to fade from view before walking straight to the parking lot.

Baji was leaning against his motorcycle, both elbows resting on the motorcycle seat, which was supporting his weight.

"Hey pretty lady, what's the lucky motherfucker's name?"

Y/n stifled a giggle by biting her lower lip, "I believe his name starts with a K and he's the prettiest boy I've ever met." Y/n teased back.

Baji stood up and walked towards Y/n, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her neck, inhaling the scent of Y/n. They continued in that posture for a long before he kissed the side of her neck and accompanying her to ride his motorcycle.










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The scent of salt water and the breeze hitting Y/n's face screams freedom, it was relaxing and soothing for her.

Her chin rested on Baji's shoulder while she admired the glistening water of the beach. She rarely leaves there house because for 17 years her only concern is to study and make sure her name is always at the top of the list. She treasured every moment she spent with Baji; who'd have guessed the person she despises would also be her safe haven

Baji pulled over to the side of the road, and assisted her with dismounting. Baji hooked one of the backpack's straps on his shoulder and intertwined their hands, as they admired the mesmerizing view in front of them.

They walked till they both arrived at the shore, and while Y/n was still taking in the scenery in front of her, Baji was busy taking out all of the materials he had prepared for their date.

He spread out a picnic blanket and gathered his board and card games, as well as the snacks he bought at the convenience store.

Y/n turned around to see what Baji was up to, and the scene of Baji frantically trying to make sure everything was in order made her heart melt and her eyes well up with tears.

Baji cast a peek at Y/n, his heart thumped at Y/n's alluring figure, it felt like he was staring a goddess.

Seeing her dressed in an obviously expensive apparel, made him feel a bit embarrassed. He could only afford convenience store meals and this low-cost picnic blanket.

"I'm sorry this is all I could afford," he had this sad smile that made Y/n's heart throb from pain.

She couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face as she appreciates Baji for all of his efforts, patience, and care.

"Everything you have given to me is enough, your existence is enough..."

Baji comforted with a firm hug, "Sorry for making you cry ms. pres, I'm sure you're hungry, I took note of the snacks you frequently eat!"

They took a seat on the picnic blanket and immediately began enjoying the snack Baji had purchased. From talking about the past events they can't forget to expressing their opinion for this and that, their conversation goes on. The longer they talk, the more they discover about each other.

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