02 | The ACCIDENT

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On the first day of school, I couldn't stop thinking about that cool tall handsome boy! He was so sugoi that I couldn't take my mind off of him. After the first class, I decided I couldn't help it and started looking for him. I walked through the hallways crowded with ugly and gross men in search of my man Park Sunghoon. Then, by a miracle, I found him talking with OTHER MEN! My face fumed with anger and jealousy.

"Sunghoon my sussy baka, what brings you here with these... men...." I said to Sunghoon disregarding the others.

"Oh, y-youre the person I saw this morning. Your name was...." said Sunghoon.

"IM JAKE, watashi name is Jake!!" i exclaimed with excitement.


"O-o-oh, so your name is j-jake..."

"Yes, here you forgot your id this morning"

"Ah! I was looking for that. Arigato jake sa- I mean jake kun.


My heart almost burst right there from love. I saw the red string of fate intertwine itself between Sunghoon and my finger. As I began to hand his luscious ID to him, it slipped right out of my hand due to my very sweaty and nervous palms. The ID poked him right on the eye, as I dazzled my way onto the hallway floor from being flustered. I fortuitously dragged him to the floor with me, and both our bookbags fell to the floor. What a disaster...

"Ah, I'm so, so sorry about that!" I said hectically to him. School crowds were surrounding us from all over. I was completely embarrassed.

"I-It's fine, Jake kun." Sunghoon twiddled his fingers like a true weeaboo, and quickly offered to grab both mine and his belongings off the floor. "Here, let me get that for you..." he said as he reached for my art folder.

My art folder was full of my fursonas and fanfictions! I refused to let him see, so I offered to grab it instead "N-no... allow me!" I hesitantly squealed. We both attempted to get up from the floor, hands holding onto my confidential folder, and we both bump into each other's heads!

"Ow... sorry." I grab the rest of my things off the floor in an embarrassed yet romantic haze. In my embarrassed state, I reached to grab my pen I dropped. But I grabbed something else pen shaped... something far worse......

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