SOUR

'I just cant imagine

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milli.

"Hi, welcome! Take a free program and enjoy orientation!" I hand a few papers to a group of students walking into the auditorium.

I'm happy to pass out flyers to everyone, but what I really want to do is be backstage, helping the actual acts and speakers. But I'm only a first year so I got put on the greeting committee.

I hear the school band begin to play and I peak inside the double doors as the lights dim.

"Hey, Mills I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick, hold my papers?" The boy standing next to me asks.

He happens to be my boyfriend, MJ. Hes a year older, he grew up in Britain and they couldn't pronounce his real name, Myungjae, so the nickname stuck.

"Of course!" I take his stack of papers, which doubles the weight already in my arms.

MJ walks away and when he's gone I suddenly hear the loud roar of a motorcycle. It's so loud I reach up to cover my ears but the stack of yellow papers fly away.

"Oh god," I say, not even hearing my own voice.

I turn to see the culprit. The motorcycle is stopped a few yards in front of me. It's a boy wearing black sweatpants and a black hoodie.

The welcoming smile on my face fades, because this boy doesn't seem to have a good perception of school rules.

He reaches up and yanks the helmet off his head, shaking his hair out afterwards. He has slightly tanned skin, and wavy black hair.

He has large eyes, like a raccoon, but that does not make him look friendly. It's quite the opposite, actually, because the boy has straight dark eyebrows, and he seems to be glaring.

If anything I should be the one glaring at him.

He kicks the stand of the vehicle and swings his leg around as he places the helmet on the leather seat.

"Excuse me," I say, rubbing my forehead at the thought of picking up all these flyers on the floor. "You cant just park here, there's an orientation happening right now."

"No shit." He says. "Why do you think I'm here?"

I'm taken aback at his voice. It's so harsh, as if I'm his worst enemy, though I'm sure I've never seen him before.

"A-actually you can't have a motorcycle on campus at all... sir," I say. "It's in the university handbook, rule 097, it permits-"

"Look...Milli," the boy glances at my name tag. "Do you really think I care?"

"...well why wouldn't you? Five violations of the school laws per semester results in suspension, or maybe even expulsion." I tell him, straightening my back.

I finally look him in the eyes, and that was a mistake. His eyebrows are furrowed and his heart shaped lips are pressed tightly together, judging me. He looks from my shiny brown shoes to my face.

"Sunwoo." Is all he says.

"Pardon?" I ask.

"My name." Sunwoo says.

"And why are you telling me?" I cross my arms, getting defensive. It's been a while since someone has really gotten on my nerves like this.

"What, is that clipboard with the name sign-ins just for show?" He asks.

My jaw tightens. I forgot about that.

I grab the clipboard from off the ground and I check his name off the fourth page.

"Will you at least help pick up the flyers that you caused?" I ask him.

Sunwoo sticks his hands in his pockets and walks past he briskly. "That's not my job, it's yours."

I turn and watch him walk into the auditorium.

I hold back a scoff, just in case he can still hear me. I kneel on the floor and begin picking up the yellow papers one by one.

"Woah, what happened?" MJ reappears and immediately kneels next to me to help.

"Some... some guy drove his motorcycle here and everything just went flying." I explain calmly.

"What the hell?? That's horrible, isn't there a rule against vehicles on campus?" MJ asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"Did you say something to him?"

"I tried but it seemed like he was having a bad day," I say.

"Ah," MJ answers. "Okay then."

His phone rings and he raises it to his ear. "Yeah." He says after listening for a while. "I'll be over there."

He hangs up and says, "sorry Mills, I gotta go, but let me know how the rest of orientation goes okay?"

I nod as MJ walks off. It must have been urgent, he didn't even hug or kiss bye.

I turn back to the papers, picking them up one by one. It's actually kind of relaxing.

And maybe the Sunwoo boy really is having an awful day. With that being a possibility I would hate to contribute his mood anyways.