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Il-Ha's POV:
When I arrived at the school gates, I looked around noticing the military barrier and the four military men standing by the gates. "Shit!" I murmured cursing, because I didn't want to be here or rather my mother forced me to. It's not like I want to go to college.
Since I approached the gates, I noticed the girl standing there, having an entire debate with herself, which caused me to shake my head in bemusement at her awkwardness. I found myself admiring her as she seemed puzzled about something. "She is pretty!". I found myself having strange thoughts. "Snap out of it Il-Ha! She has a boyfriend." and still, the idea of her with Jang-Soo only annoyed me.
I moved toward her without much thought. She doesn't seem to notice me yet, so I took advantage of the situation and snatch her moronic little pink suitcase. "Yah! I got this". She tried to reassure me, only to realize it was me.
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"Was that your definition for getting it?". I pointed out, and she was actually taken back by my sarcastic reply, so I only smirked and started to walk towards the school.
"fine! you can help, but remember I didn't ask for it you offered. So I'm still my own strong independent woman with dignity". She said and I could barely suppress my smile at her dorkable words.
I turned around in front of our classroom and passed her luggage back so no one could see me holding it; not that I mind if they did, it's just that I don't want her to be seen with me. She only offered a quick thank you, so I nodded and began to walk away.
"Hey Il-Ha!". When I heard my name being called by her again, I turned around to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. She did indeed call after me, and I looked at her as she searched her backpack for something, and then she extended her hand to me, at which I looked puzzled. There, She was holding a cute pink bandage with little red hearts on it; for a few seconds, my mind was blank, but then I remembered my nose cut, and she noticed it.
