It had been a week since the Octagon event, a memory that I had decided to cherish with my heart. There were only a few things that made me feel so warm, and fuzzy inside; it was one of them.
"Eun In," My friend's fingers snapped in front of my face, as I recoiled.
"Sorry," I blushed, looking at Seong and then back to the teacher.
"What were you thinking about?" She asked, leaning in, but still looking directly at the board to avoid suspicion.
"Nothing..." I lie, beginning to make notes again. After writing a few lines, I got distracted again and began to doodle.
"Are you okay?" She asked again, highlighting something she had already written.
"Probably not, which is why I'm going to need your notes," I say, straightening up, and slumping into the chair. Seong shrugged, oblivious to my devastating state.
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It had been one whole week and he still hadn't texted me. Why had he even asked for my number in the first place? I didn't want to give it...I didn't ask for his...It wasn't even my idea!
He was probably in some other club, talking to some other girl, chatting her up like he did me, and asking for her number instead. I am so naive.
"Seriously, what's wrong with you?" Young asked again. Since today she was going to her grandmother's house, she was walking back home with me. Her grandmother lived two blocks away from my house, and she visited her often.
"Nothing, honestly," I shook my head as I continued to walk.
"Did Jae do something again?" She asked, looking straight ahead as well.
"Let's not talk about him," I said.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about then?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest, and walking with an extra bounce in her step.
"What's got you so happy? Did your English teacher give you less homework?" I question sardonically. She slaps me playfully on my shoulder and shakes her head.
"Hoseok is back," She said, smiling like a giddy child.
"Who?" I ask, trying to remember her telling me anything about a Hoseok.
"My childhood friend? My first love? Seriously, something is wrong with you." I smile sheepishly as she glares daggers at me.
"Wait, first love?" I ask, surprised as to have forgotten such an important piece of information.
"Yes. He was in my middle school, and my high school, but then he moved away a year ago, and now he's back. And, he's joining our school." She says, her eyes suddenly getting a far off dreamy look to them. I suppressed the disgust I was feeling and smiled at her instead.
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"Dad, I'm going to the library," I scream again. He grunts and gives me the same instructions he does every day: be back by 10. I bite my lip from saying anything further and begin to pack my bags with all the homework I had.
I pause when I hear my phone ring, and walk to pick it up.
"Hello," I say as I read as unknown caller ID flash on my screen.
"Hi, this is the pervert speaking," I hear Yoongi's voice on the other end. I laugh out loud but don't say anything further, owing to the heavy stone that had dropped into my stomach. I had forgotten what to say in situations like this...
"Hello?" He questioned my silence.
"Hi," I said simply.
"I thought for one second that you had given me the wrong number and I had called up some random woman." He said, chuckling.
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Trouble
Fanfiction#1 in the Confetti Series. - Libraries and Park Eun In are inseparable. She has been attached to them for over a year and has grown comfortable to the faint humming of the electric fan and the central A/C. Until the loudest, most obnoxious, the laz...
