𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 • 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻

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During lunch break at school, Jiwoo had grabbed her food and moved to sit on one of the benches outside as it had been warm. Pulling her legs over the bench, she dropped her tray on the table and waited for the usual people to arrive. She did not have to wait long though, as Yoonseo, Seeun and Junhee arrived shortly after.

Light chatter ran along the group of four as they ate their food, attempting to ignore the way Somi would look over at Junhee and start loudly laughing as she attempted to catch his gaze. Her crush on the Class President was anything but discreet, everyone could see it from spending mere minutes around the girl.

Taking a bite of her sandwich, Jiwoo blanked the conversation occuring next to her as she found her eyes wandering. Landing on the bench in the far corner, she caught sight of a familiar group of boys. Kyungjun held a basketball, messing around with Seungbin as they attempted to get the ball from one another.

Laughing, the boy turned from his friend with the ball in his hand, pretending to shoot as the group fake cheered. When he turned back around, Kyungjun caught sight of the girl who had been momentarily looking over at his table. That smile remained tugged on his lips and she felt her cheeks flood with crimson from the sight, although she was unable to look away from the scene before her.

There was just something about him and she wished there was not.

Following where the girl's gaze had drifted to, her brother grimaced. It was not that he disapproved, he knew he had not say in who his sister decided to give her attention to, it was just, why him of all people? There had to have been something she saw in him that was not shown on the surface because as far as Junhee was aware, there was a lack of redeeming qualities about the boy.

Noticing that she was basically drooling, he nudged the girl. "I don't get what you see in that jerk." Junhee told her, grabbing a piece of her food when she was preoccupied.

Scowling, the girl slapped his shoulder while he grinned innocently, dropping the piece he had stolen into his mouth. "Don't take my food, you heathen," Jiwoo complained, ignoring his laughter, "and I don't see anything in him."