Chapter 1
Chaerin’s POV
“Crush symptom number one. Observe Jiyong whenever she’s with you or with us. Let’s see if he would really find himself lurking around or near you.” Bom unnie wiggles her perfectly shaped brows at me.
“What if he caught me looking at him?? Should I always look wherever he goes??” I asked.
“Oh~ right… hmmm…” she furrows her brows to think for a moment.
I stood up then headed towards my vanity table and applied some eyeliner.
Bom unnie approached me and started to comb my blonde hair, still in her thinking mode.
“Unnie?”
“Sorry… I can’t help you, because I want to try this to Youngbae too…” she said with a puppy dog eyes.
I sighed and finished up my lips with a nude color.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and said,“Just observe for a week, arasso?”
“I’ll observe these 5 symptoms for a week.” I nodded and stood up.
“Wait I think a week isn’t enough… Just observe whenever you’re with him. And report to me!” Bom unnie said before I went off.
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Crush Symptom #1
The Hang-Back
The Crush-ologist Says: “In social group contexts, the male will prefer to stay at the rear of the group, with the intention of engaging the desired female in an isolated interpersonal exchange or *finger quotes* ‘alone time’.”
In Plain Speak: When you’re both out with friends, he always lags behind everyone else, hoping to get some quality time with you. No matter where you go, he’s always trying to find a way to be near you. At the very least, he’ll try to catch your eye.
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“Annyeong Teddy oppa!” I greeted as soon as I entered his recording studio.
I approached him and gave him a high five.
“Annyeong Chaerin~ah!”Jiyong’s voice boomed from the recording booth.
I waved at him and bowed lightly. Then I placed myself on the black leather sofa behind the instruments and watched how Jiyong played with the song he’s recording.
My name is Chae-Chae-Chae-Chae baby baby GD-GD baby baby
You want fame
Playing these stupid little game
You should check your girl's phone
That's my face on the frame
What's up, what's up, what's up what's up what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up what's up what's up
