[ Next day ]The bell rang. As soon as the teacher had done with the greetings, the students darted out of the classroom. Phew, the day was over. Lydia, my tablemate for every class, and I walked towards our locker.
"Going to prom?" she asked.
"Of course! I've been waiting for it for years!" I exclaimed. I didn't sound that loud as the crowd of students was really noisy.
"Got your date?" she questioned.
"Yeap," I replied.
"Jinjja? Who is he?" she exclaimed.
I closed my locker locker door and looked at her.
"You will see him on the day itself, alright?" I said.
"Arasso," she responded.
"What about you? Have you got your date?" I asked.
"Yes I did, and I was thinking to bring you to shop with me," she said.
"To find a dress for the prom?" I asked for confirmation.
"Yes," she nodded.
"When?" I questioned.
"Right now?" she hesitated, afraid that I might not agree.
"Alright!" I agreed to it instantly.
I must say that I was excited for the prom. First, I've been waiting to go to a prom for years. Second, I was going with a man. A man whom I love.
She closed her locker door, grabbed our bags and walked to the car park. We got into my car and drove off to the shopping mall.
We entered a fancy boutique and she started searching for a dress suitable for her. She took some, hang on her arms and brought them to the fitting room.
I looked around, searching for dresses when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took a seat and took out my phone only to realise that I received a text from Jiyong.
Jiyong: 'Where are you? I didn't see you in school after class.'
'I'm at a shopping mall with Lydia.' I replied honestly.
Jiyong: 'What are you doing there?'
'Well, you will know later.' I then sent him a 'teasing' emoji.
Lydia then came out of the fitting room wearing a white gown. I was stunned. She really has a good taste in choosing beautiful gowns.
"Woahh," I commented, walking towards her.
"It's nice, isn't it?" she asked, smiling.
"Stunning," I said.
"Well then, I'll take this and you choose one for yourself," she said then went into the fitting room to change.
I started walking around the boutique, searching for a suitable gown for me. I was walking around the boutique when a blue dress caught my attention. I walked towards it and pulled it out of the rail.
I then walked around again to see if I could find a more beautiful dress. I then saw a red dress, pulled it out and brought those two dresses to the fitting room. I tried on the blue dress first and went out of the fitting room to ask Lydia for her opinion.
"Did you bring any more dresses in?" she asked.
"Is it that bad?" I questioned.
"But I think that would be a nicer dress," she said honestly.
"I have a red dress in here," I said.
"Alright, try that on while I find more dresses for you."
I then entered the fitting room back to change into the red dress.
I went out after putting on the dress to ask for her opinion. She turned and looked at me with her arm full of dresses.
"Do you want to wear black?" she asked.
"Do you it's suitable for prom?" I questioned.
"It will look good on you though," she replied.
She then put the black dress away and gave me a purple dress.
"Try this," she said.
I took it and went into the fitting room to get changed.
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I went back with the things needed for tomorrow night. We did a great shopping for the prom and I'm sure that we are totally prepared for it. I paced to my room to get my long awaited rest. I opened the room door and threw myself on the bed.
I took out phone and realised that I received a text and two missed calls from Jiyong. I replied his text and apologised. Luckily, he responded straight away.
Jiyong: 'Gwaenchanha. You're sleeping?'
'Yeah, but I can stay up if you want.'
Jiyong: 'Aniya, rest well. I'll just see you tomorrow night then.'
I smiled. 'Good night.'
I then locked my phone and put it away.
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FanfictionKwon Jiyong - A high school student who suffered from a heartbreak for 3 years. His past love cheated him, which caused him to try his best to escape and run away from love. He doesn't want to experience love anymore, moreover a heartbreak. However...