She nervously walked out of the class, clutching the paper in her pockets. Yes. She thought it would be best to write him an anonymous letter. And since the other class were at the chemistry lab, she knew that there was no one.
She hesitantly opened the door to the quiet class room and looked around to make sure that there's no one.
Sighing in relief, she opened the door wider and walked in, closing the door behind her slowly. She knew exactly where he sits and rushed towards his seat. To her surprise, his bag wasn't there.
She started looking around for his bag thinking that he might have changed his seat.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, making her jump and cross her arms over her chest - shocked.
She turned to see an angry sandeul, with red face and furrowed eyebrows.
Lord give me strength, looks damn fine! Stop! Don't freak out.
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a/n: baby ry
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painkiller; sandeul
Poetry"You're like my painkiller- one smile from you somehow manages to kill all the pain" 》short chapters ∆∆•∆::
