Love Triangle

1- New Semester

Me: Five, four, three, two ... One!

Ting!

I opened the oven and the scent surrounded the kitchen. I waited until the cookies cold and put them into a container to eat with my chingu at my university.

Me: Kang Soul. The best ice hockey player in Seoul. Haha!

I put on lipgloss and wore my glasses because I had short sightedness since high school. I opened the closet and put on my warm coat and green scarf.

Me: Ready, Kang Soul. Always smile.

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Namjoon: Ready?

Namjoon oppa opened the car door for me and got into the car.

Namjoon: Wah what is that?

Me: Cookies!

Namjoon: Can I taste one?

Me: Andwae.

Namjoon: Mwo? I'm your chingu too!

Me: Aigoo I'm joking.

I opened the container and fed him.

Namjoon: Aigoo. The taste ...

Me: Wae?

I looked into his eyes and he suddenly smile.

Namjoon: Mashita!

Me: Aish ...

I pushed his head. Then, my imo, Namjoon oppa's eomma ran towards us.

Namjoon: Eomma wae?

Imo: Namjoon-ssi, did you forget your bag?

Namjoon: Aigoo. How can I forget the important thing in my life?

Kim Namjoon was my childhood chingu. His eomma was my maid and appa asked her to raise me up after my parents moved to United State of America since my fifth grade. I considered Namjoon oppa's family as my family because they were too kind. Appa brought a house in Gangnam for them and gave monthly payment. But still Namjoon oppa wanted to go to work because his appa was urm nowhere.

Imo: Ppalliwa. You guys will be late.

Me: Annyeong, imo.

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We reached Seoul and Namjoon oppa dropped me at the front gate of my university.

Me: Gomawo. Ah oppa, you don't have to fetch me this evening. We're going to Yoongi's house.

Namjoon: Arasseo. Take care.

I walked towards three silly namjas under the tree. They were Min Yoongi, my childhood chingu, Kim Taehyung, we met three years ago together with Park Jimin. Both of them were bestfriends. They were laughing while watching something on Yoongi's iPhone 7.

Me: Oi!

Yoongi: Annyeong.

Taehyung: What is that in your hand?