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~ in which you reunite with your first love.~ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: platonic evolvement 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jiheon x fem!reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff n angst 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of a toxic household 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2760 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝? ✔
didnt mean for this to be long i had a whole ass scenario for this oops
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"What did you get? I got a 96."
"A 96? I got a 92! No fair, I'll beat you next time."
A low, irritated groan leaves your mouth as you take the piece of paper and flip it over, only to put your head back down on your arms. You already knew it wasn't a passing grade𑁋it was merely instinct at this point. Even with the hours you waste studying at night, it only brought you towards a failing grade.
As the dismissal bell finally rings, you crumple and stuff the piece of paper inside your backpack before flinging it over your shoulders. Keeping your head down, you follow behind a line of students filing out of the classroom while trying to fight away the tears in your eyes.
The path you are walking on almost feels like a path of shame, your eyes focusing on nothing but the ground and the shadows of trees swaying above from the slight breeze. The walk home home is the most relaxing part of your days. But lately your thoughts have been filled with nothing but stress and anxious thoughts of going home and facing your parents.
Noticing the swarms of people waiting at the crosswalk, you idly linger behind, with hands in the pockets of your jacket, only one of your backpack straps on your shoulder, and hoodie falling off your head.
Then as the pedastrian light turns green and you begin to follow, a voice suddenly makes you stop before the road.
"Y/N! Is that you?"
You pick your head up and look around cluelessly for a moment as groups of people pass you to cross the road. Then your gaze makes note of a girl running up to you, seeing her long, dark hair flying behind in the breeze. You didn't seem to recognise her from the mask on her face, but as she nears, you feel something in your chest jump.
"J-Jiheon?" You utter out in surprise.
Baek Jiheon, one of your former senior schoolmates and close friend𑁋someone who you've grown a strong bond with in school before watching her leave to pursue a career as an idol.
And also someone who you consider as your very first, hopeless crush.
"I knew I recognised you," She giddily places herself next to you, looking out into street. "It's been a while, hasn't it? You're still in school, right?"
