❝ welcome to the Cupid matchmaking club ❞
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After a bland highschool experience, you immediately gravitate to your university's most outrageous matchmaking club, "The Cupid Club."
Your job was simple: to collect information on your client's love i...
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The next time you saw Heeseung was on campus near the library. He was walking through the greenery area with his arms latched around two girls who wore short pleated skirts and heels too high for a simple lecture day. You totally understood dressing up, as you tried to dress your best during your first year of university. But ten-inch heels were a different story. They had their arms around him, either coddling his waist or his chest. You tried your best not to barf up this morning's breakfast, as the sight was triggering an awful churning in your stomach. Before you could turn your attention elsewhere, his eyes met yours and the same smirk found its way to his lips. You rolled your eyes at him before going off on your way. That was until the menace strolled up in front of you with his hands in his pocket.
"Enjoying the view so much, you had to stop and stare at me for a full minute?" He chuckled, walking backward since you hadn't stopped walking forward. The cocky grin never left his face and your urge to push him off a cliff didn't either.
"I thought I recognized one of the girls that you were with." You blatantly lied, thinking of the first excuse that came to mind. "Speaking of the girls, where did they go?"
Heeseung's grin only grew bigger at your lame excuse. His arms came to stop you from proceeding forward. "Don't you know it's rude to walk away from someone when they're trying to strike up an ethical conversation? They left after I told them I had something more interesting to do." He smirked. "Plus, you suck at lying, don't you? Your eyes dart whenever you lie. Did you know?"
He was damn good at analyzing people, and you knew he'd probably use that to impress the girls on campus who seemed to faint from his presence. "Morally ethical, huh? Sorry to burst your bubble, but nothing about you is morally ethical."
"Oh, is that so?" Heeseung inched closer to you, and after quite a few steps back, you found your heels hitting the walls. There was no more space for you to back up against, and the sly smirk never left his face as he proceeded to step forward. He now only stood a few inches away from you — way too close for a mere stranger. "And how would you know?"
"I don't," you spat before harshly nudging the boy backward. "Just leave me alone, will you?" You mumbled, watching the boy stumble backward, amused by your actions.
"And would you like to?" Heeseung still managed to speak after you clearly rejected his advances. "You know I'm really good with my-"
"Shut your trap Heeseung." You hissed, once again attempting to escape the awkward situation.
"You said my name for the first time!" He spoke enthusiastically. "The way it rolls off your tongue sounds really nice. You should say it more often!" He smirked, leaning back against the wall, not attempting to chase you.
You didn't even bother glancing back at the boy, knowing if you did, you would be met with his painfully attractive smirk. Instead, you flipped the boy your middle finger.
