十六岁 ; 16 years old
"oops," the boy in front of her smirked. the way he had his hands in his pants pocket and the way he was leaning against the rough surface of the building made her uncomfortable. his expression, sly and malicious, it made her feel sick
"sorry for making you wet," he laughed, his eye squinted into thin crescents and his infamous snaggletooth shown clearly as he held onto the plastic bottle that was now empty.
she believed that he's one hell of an attractive boy, but apparently being attractive and being an acceptable person cannot be applied to the same person.
like park woojin.
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"yoomi, you can't just continue on with your studies like this. i know that you're having a hard time at home but-" she stared at the ground absentmindedly as her teacher continued to talk about how much potential she has.
"you know what, i will get woojin tutor you, he's the smarted student in class and he will be able to help you," her body tensed as his name trailed into her ears.
he walked in, eyes on her and his lips formed an innocent smirk- if that was possible.
"i would love to help yoomi," he said, smiling at the teacher.
"great! yoomi, you will learn a lot from him. i'll give you some class time to work on this," the teacher said excitedly, patting her back comfortingly.
but she didn't not feel calm, not all at. it was park woojin she will have to deal with.
"come on princess, we've got a lot to learn," he offered her his hand as soon as the teacher left. she slapped it away and stormed out, her heart beating uncontrollably.
he followed her into an abandoned classroom and raised an eyebrow at her.
"why here? are you possibly planning something? his scanned the room and smirked.
"keep dreaming. i'm only here because i like it here," she said.
she is one weird girl, he had to say. but it was that something about the strange aura she has that drew him in.
her features were distinctive, they weren't like every other person in the school. dark, thick brows, sharp yet sleepy eyes, her nose would scrunch up whenever she thinks and her lips were plumped and pink.
most importantly, the deep scar she has between her right eye and her temple that made her extremely self-conscious, but it made him more and more curious about her, about her past, about her everything.
"okay. so where would you like to start?" he asked, watching her every move.
"wait a second."
from her unzipping her pencil case, to her picking up a black pen, to her tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, to her licking her lips subconsciously.
everything she did then made his heart flutter, he couldn't wait to know more about her. he wanted to know everything about her, inside out.
he couldn't believe that he may be falling for a girl for just her appearance.
"what are you doing?" she asked.
"what do you mean?"
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"i'm not looking at you," he darted his eyes everywhere in the room, but never on her.
"you know what?" she said provokingly as he finally dared to look at her, her lips curling up into a slight smile.
"w-what?" he stuttered at the sudden change of personality, as if it was her time to tease.
"you're kind of cute when you're nervous."
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a/n: please support this story :') sorry if this is bad, my edited version disappeared and i couldn't remember what i wrote omf.
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love me, love me not // wanna one park woojin
Fanfictionit's been so many years, yet you still don't love me.
