cliché || kim samuel

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beat

samuel found (y/n) at lunch.

she stood at her locker going through some books.

he took a deep breath and began walking up towards her.

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"(y/n), will you go to the dance with me?"

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samuel felt his heart ache.

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(y/n) was shocked.

"jisung?"

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(if y'all don't know jisung from nct dream he is a hella cute boy)

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another boy had beaten him. another boy asked her.

park jisung had beat him.

jisung even had flowers and chocolate for (y/n).

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"sure jisung..."

jisung was always pretty quiet. he had friends in older grades and the last few graduated last year.

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"i'll pick you up tomorrow! oh, and my number is on the card in the flowers."

jisung smiled and ran off to class.

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samuel pursed his lips together.

what he did when he was extremely upset.

he kept his head down and stormed past (y/n) who had just put the gifts away.

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"hey samuel."

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he didn't respond.

he kept walking.

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(y/n) was confused.

is he ignoring me?

"samuel?"

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"what?"

samuel said quite spitefully.

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"do you still want me to read your paper?"

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"i don't need you to."

he wouldn't even look at her.

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why is he being so mean?

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"oh.. okay well... who are you going to the dance with?"

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"i know you're going with jisung. just be careful."

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careful? with park jisung?

jisung barely even spoke a word to really anyone besides his friends.

how could jisung be dangerous?

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for the rest of the day, samuel would ignore (y/n).

he wouldn't even spare a glance at her.

samuel didn't even walk her home.

so jisung did.

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but from afar samuel watch the girl he fell for fall for someone else.

sadness and jealousy.

is this what being a second lead felt like?

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"hey sam!"

park jimin (idk random ass name dkm) one of the most popular girls in school called out to him.

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(y/n) turned around seeing samuel speaking to the jimin.

she couldn't help but feel upset.

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why do i feel sad?

i have jisung. he has jimin. 

fair right?

besides, they're both popular. a better match.

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as stereotypical high school standards go, you stay within your social class.

both knew they wanted to be with each other.

but hey...

going to the dance as the social outcast and the popular jock?

way too cliché.