❝OH MY GOSH SO LIKE KANG DANIEL NEEDS TO STOP WITH WHATEVER HE'S DOING I'M HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED-❞
❝Uhh... who's this?❞
❝No one you know. I saw your phone number scribbled on the last page of this book I borrowed. You like poetry too? Me too...
"Then why didn't I—Oh right. I don't know what you look like. That's why we didn't meet. Send me a picture of yourself!"
"What? N-no! I-I'm too scared to... Also, I think I saw you yesterday."
"You did? Well, blimey! Where did you see me?"
"Around the vending machine. You were with another girl, I think."
"OH MY GOSH. WHICH ONE WAS YOU?!"
"E-ears..."
"Oh right! Sorry about that! So, which one was you?"
"I-I was the one near the fountain..."
"OOOOOOOOOOH."
"You remember my face?"
"Not at all!"
"..."
"It's okay. I don't expect you to actually remember my face, since nobody really does..."
"Nonsense!I will be the person who shall remember your face, don't you worry! Consider me your Do Bong Soon, Minmin!"
"Blob... blob..."
"I was kidding! I can be your Gookdu."
"Doesn't... Minmin and Gookdu have a relationship where they don't really like each other?"
"Oh, poop, you right! I can be Mr. Gong then! Consider me Mr. Gong!"
"Uhh, okay. What am I to you then?"
"Just call me Grim Reaper."
"Don't they—"
"Shh! I want to be called Grim Reaper okay. It sounds like a pretty cool gig. So leave me be!"
"Uhh okay."
"So what are you up to now, Minmin?"
"I'm trying to do my essay. Should I do... romance? Or is it too cheesy?"
"I'm a sucker for romance, if anything! Depends though. If it's good, I love it! If it's cringey, why the heck did you even decided to write romance?!"
"Thanks for the tip."
"Of course. Don't forget to make it really cliche because I think teachers are suckers for those things. And if you hate the teacher, make it even cringier! Go on. Surprise him/her!"
"That sounds like a bad idea."
"Hush. Listen to me and just do it!"
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I hate parent-teacher meetings ugh oh and getting my report cards as well. That's when parents go all like:
