𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝔸𝕌
Life is strict and organized for Han Yunji. She's an example, an idol, someone of high value in her line of study. The only disruption? Park Jisung. But of course, that wasn't much of a bother, as she continued on with...
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'Cute? Cute?'
Yunji fell onto her mattress, her face stuffed into her palms. Those words echoed in her head on repeat. Even worse, whenever she closed her eyes, the scene played out again and again. His soft smile. The unnaturally affectionate tone. That tender look...
And worst of all- she was reminded of how that moment made her feel. The explosion of butterflies in her stomach. The warmth that travelled from her heart straight to the rest of her body. The fuzziness engulfing her- she absolutely despised it.
These feelings were horrible. And dangerous. Very, very dangerous.
"Sumi." Yunji drawled out, her voice coming out muffled due to her hands.
"Yeah?" Sumi asked from where she sat at her desk.
"Hit me on the head please."
Sumi turned her office chair around to look at her friend. "What?"
"Hit. Me. On. The. Head... Please."
"Girl, are you okay?" Sumi questioned, reeling her chair closer. "I'd love to hit something since algebra is totally kicking my ass, but you aren't a desirable target."
"I really need a brain reset. Give it to me nice and hard." Yunji retorted in a monotone voice.
'Hard?'
Her eyes widened slightly.
"I was under the impression that we were going to spend several passionate years together... screwing."
Yunji headbanged her head into her pillow once again.
"The hell?" Sumi questioned, but upon getting no response, she turned toward Dahae, who was sitting on her bed in the opposite bunk. "Umm, do you know what this is about Dae?"
Dahae put down the book she was reading and casually seized up the situation. "Probably something to do with Jisung."
"Jisung?" Sumi's eyebrows shot up.
"NO IT DOESN'T!" Yunji raised her head and yelled out defensively. Sumi and Dahae exchanged glances.
"Jisung it is," they both said simultaneously.
"It. Is. Not." Yunji proclaimed through gritted teeth and quickly cleared her throat. "I just... um... had a bad day?"
"And that has absolutely nothing to do with your prince charming?" Sumi narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"No, it was the interview- wait- prince charming?" Yunji recoiled.
"That's what everyone's been calling him since you two got close. Considering he calls you princess." Sumi shrugged.
"Are you serious?" Yunji gawked. "This cannot be real."
"Oh, it is. But first- tell me what got you so worked up?"
