[i thought everyone knew]
8:43am
june 15th, 2018
seoul, south korea"i hope that's everyone!" mr shin, the homeroom teacher of class 2-c shouts, his voice echoing through the otherwise empty school field.
it's time for the school trip for second-year students and everyone's buzzing with excitement. for the past week, there have even been some rumors flying around about where they're headed. most people have guessed jeju and even busan. hana's heard from the class representative though that it's just incheon.
mr shin soon starts the roll call and in a single file, the students board the bus.
she manages to find a good seat alongside miyoung. it's not too close to the front where she could be appointed to pass things out to the rest or too close to the back where it's bound to get noisy. it's just perfect and it makes her smile.
she's just sat down by the window seat when miyoung taps her.
"do you mind if i switch?" the younger girl asks her friend.
"switch?" she parrots.
"it's just that i promised hyerin i'd sit beside her. she gets really bad motion sickness when traveling for over twenty minutes"
she just hums in approval and then miyoung is gone.
it doesn't take long for someone else to occupy the vacant seat.
"hey," a familiar voice greets her softly as the boy beside her flashes her a smile that soon replicates itself on her face.
"hey yourself"
the silence between them turns awkward after that. he hasn't had a proper conversation with her ever since he realized his heart so he really doesn't know how to go about it.
luckily, the awkwardness is one-sided.
"i never got to tell you. i got the job" hana discloses proudly.
"oh, you did?"
"mhmm" she nods. "i start on monday"
he doesn't know how to reply to that and he doesn't need to because she continues.
"maybe we could go together sometimes since you also...go to nonhyeon after school as well" she mutters shyly.
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