"𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍."
min micha picks up the pieces of her unattended life back home after spending some time abroad in order to deal with the loss of her brother s...
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𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰
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chapter ༊*·˚#𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿
'whether im gonna be your wife or smash up your bike, haven't decided yet.'
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Going back to their classroom, she was stuck on a group presentation with her two best friends as well as Han Seojun, who was seated across from her. "Hey Han Seojun, do you know about PPT?" Kang Soojin asked the boy, while Sooa and Micha were looking through their book to find a topic for their presentation. "What fitting? Of course, I was a fitting model once." He said as he fixed up his jacket, which caused the two girls who were focused on the book to laugh. "Anyone else? I beg." Micha spoke, trying to hold a straight face.
They carried on with the project, while Han Seojun ended up mostly sleeping. When they were done with the class, the girl tried to pull back her desk to its original spot. "You've gotten thinner like it was possible to; let me." Seojun said as he picked up her desk, placing it next to his, now knowing the Min girl Mr. Han talked about was Min Micha herself.
Micha silently thanked him as his fingertips tapped on the helmet, now back on her desk. "You ride now? I thought I was risking my life on a death box?" He questioned her, remembering how she always worried for the boy's wellbeing, making him text her that he arrived at places safe when he used his motorcycle. "I don't ride deathboxes if I'm worried about risking my life. Today wasn't one of those days." She shrugged and sat on her seat, placing the helmet underneath her desk on the floor. With the opening of space on the desk, Han Seojun placed one of his legs on it getting comfortable on his seat. "Don't you have your own desk to place your ass on?" The girl said not looking into his eyes once since the earlier incident.
