Inspired by TWICE's "TIME TO TWICE: Tdoong High School"
I don't really know what tell you guys. Just spare some of your precious time to read my first fanfic story.
I apologize in advance if it's not that good and I'd appreciate some feedback for fu...
"So, you bringing a date to the wedding?" Eunbi asked me while we're walking out of class together.
"What? Why?" I asked her back. What a ridiculous question.
"Don't you wanna dance with somebody?" She asked me, nudging my shoulder.
"Not really. I mean, I could always dance with you."
"Okay, first of all, ew, and secondly, I'm going with the tall girl." She made a disgusting face, making us laugh.
"Why don't you ask your crush?" I looked at her shocked that she knew about it. Was it that obvious?
"Mom told me."
"She should learn to shut up." I mumbled softly.
"So? Are you going to ask her out?" She kept pushing me.
"Maybe."
It was fear. I had this gut feeling that she was going to reject me. But was I going to give up? Yes. Because learning from my past, love wasn't real. It's just fucking idea that peasants believed in order to feel artificial happiness. Well, guess what? I wasn't going to fuckin' fall for that.
GLOOP BLOOP WEEEEE…
It's almost 4 and I'm currently getting dressed in a black long sleeve undershirt, a baggy gray shirt, a pair of skinny ripped jeans and a pair of red converse.
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Honestly, I looked alright for once. I mean, I did put some effort in it. It wasn't my usual shirt and hoodie combo.
I grabbed my keys and helmet before heading out to the restaurant.
WEEEEEEE…
I arrived outside and it seemed like I was earlier than expected. I walked towards the hostess who greeted me.
"Reservation for Shin Arang." The hostess started flipping through the names non-stop.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have a reservation." What? How? I literally booked it earlier.
"Ani, that's not possible. I booked it earlier. There's no way–check again." She checked it once more, still with the same results.
"I swear I booked a reservation at Tokko's." I was furious at this point. There's no way the restaurant didn't fuckin' hold the reservation.
"Oh! Ma'am, this is Motto Delights! Tokko's is just down the street. Right next to a massage parlor." Oh, fuxk. I wasn't even at the right location. I scratched my nape in shame and apologized before leaving. I'd never felt like a huge dumbass in my life.
I rode my bike just about a few meters down the road until I saw the restaurant right next to the massage parlor.
Parked my bike and entered the restaurant where the hostess brought me to my table that I made a reservation for.
