The Other Woman

Like the First Feeling

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It was the day he found the note sitting on his desk early morning of the first spring. On the way to school cherry blossoms had started scattering the streets. Loner Sehun had spent his time bathing in the beautiful scene after leaving home. That morning his parents had yet argued again. Divorce. Out of the regulars whose parents were still successfully married and raking in millions of income each week, Sehun was the gloomy outcast. The students loved chiding and gossiping about his parents' war. It was news every morning, every day. The teachers knew all the way down to the freshmans.

The note read: "I like you." signed by none other than Kim Namjoo.

Like a fool he spent the next several weeks stalking her just because he was afraid of approaching her. Head held high at all times she was opinionated and brave yet mindful and considerate. He liked the cunning and witty aspect of her but she never noticed him, even when they were in the same hallway. If she liked him he wanted her to know they were mutual and if she was afraid to let others see her with him, he would understand.

For White Day he prepared homemade pocky sticks coated with sprinkles specially for her. On the day of reckoning Namjoo laughed in his face with the demeanor of "do you know who the fuck you're talking to?" Snatching the treats all she'd said was, "Thanks weirdo." and walked off.

She crushed his fragile heart that hour of the day. Whenever he traveled the school halls he always made sure to stay out of her sight. Till today he never understood why he'd received that note. If she liked him why had she treated him like that?

First love?

Bullshit.

"Take her from him."

"What?"

"Don't pretend you didn't hear me." Chorong snapped.

Biting down on his teeth he stared at Chorong muttering, "You're crazy."

"I'm not asking you to marry her. What's so difficult about seducing a woman?" Chorong pestered. "You don't have the skills? You're not that weak fool anymore, Sehun. Just take her from him. That's all you have to do."

Pulling the night drawer open Sehun pulled out a notebook he'd kept in his lonelier years. Writing thoughts down had been his therapy and what had helped him make it today. Opening to the back pocket he pulled out the crinkled note he'd discovered that spring. Though the paper was crumpled the handwriting in pen was still as visible as ever. The words I like you seeped into his eyes. Underneath it was signed in print: Kim Namjoo.

The book snapped shut when he heard the doorknob turn behind him. Tossing it into the night drawer he skillfully closed it with his knee and turned to find his nosy mother.

"What the heck," she muttered. "You did come back." Pulling her large cardigan over around her she folded her arms, "How was the date?"

"I thought I told you not to come into my room," Sehun mumbled walking over to sit down by his round table.

His mother joined him, "Oh, don't be like that. So tell me, how was she?"

Eyes elsewhere he murmured, "I didn't even go."

"You didn't bring Chorong with you, did you?" she accused. "I thought I told you to stop hanging out with that girl! She's the one keeping you from finding a girlfriend. Why I ought to give her parents a piece of my mind."

"Mom, please," he about rolled his eyes.

"Then what?" she demanded frustrated. Dropping back into the seat with a heavy sigh she grumbled underneath her breath, "At this point you're just going to grow old like me." speaking louder, "Do you really want to live like me?! I worked so hard to get that date for you! Nowadays not just anyone can marry good women like me. At this rate I'm going to have to adopt my own grandchild if I want to stop hearing your father's outrageous voice!"