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❝ i knew exactly what love looked like, in seventh grade. even though i havent met love yet, if love wandered into my homeroom, i would have recognized him at first glance. ❞
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"okay, class! listen up!" ms lee yelled from infront the class, behind the podium desk.
the whole class quietened down, got back to their seats. i— on the other hand, wasnt sitting at the back nor at the front, i sat somewhere in the middle but more to the back.
luckily, my classmates who was surrounding me were all my close friends.
"what could she possibly want now?" jimin groans from behind me, pushing his hair back, leaning back on his chair.
taehyung laughs, beside me on my right, playing with his pen. "ah! could it be— a transfer student?" taehyung rubs his chin, thinking that there was an imaginary beard.
my eyes widened, "a transfer student? our class is already a ruckus, we dont need to add more salt to the wound!" i laugh, turning in front, listening to ms lee.
"i want all of you to welcome our two new transfer students!" she smiles, clapping— eventually, two students stepped into the class, with their heads down.
"introduce yourselves!" ms lee warmly placed a smile on her lips.
there were two students — a boy and a girl. the girl steps up, excited, she says, "hello! my name is akane! i— i'm half korean, half japanese. i moved here not so long ago, and i– i hope all of you will take good care of me!"
not so long after, the guy steps up, he hesitates – "h.. hi, my name is youngmin... im youngmin– i uh i hope we'll make good memories!"
the girls sitting in front were whispering to themselves, calling him cute and all. jimin— he says, "wah, he's so goodlooking! how do i be him?" which made the three of us laugh.
when the two students tried to find seats, taehyung raised up his hand and yells from across the class, "hey! youngmin! sit here!" and then points to the empty seat beside me.
and as he sat right beside me on my left, he bows, i bow— he smiles, i start to feel uneasy. how can one be so goodlooking, just by breathing?
"we figured out that you would like to join our squad," taehyung sheepishly smiles.
"i'm kim taehyung, he's park jimin and she's kim jia," taehyung introduces the three of us alone. youngmin nods his head, trying to process everyone's name.
"nice to meet all of you!" he nervously laughs, smiling, adjusting his bag and his seat. we all warmly smiled, trying to portray a good first impression.
im youngmin— the boy who had caught my eye the moment he stepped foot into class.
