note to self | vrene

bae joohyun

that night i closed his notebook with a deep sigh, and started writing on my own.

kim taehyung..who are you exactly.

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"joohyun-ah!" wendy called out from afar, running towards me with a smile. "joohyun!" she greeted as she stood in front of me. i smiled back, "hi wendy." waiting for her to respond as she catches her breath.

"don't give me that cheeky smile." my eyebrows furrowed when she suddenly changed emotions. did i do something wrong?

but i should've known very well myself that wendy is meticulous towards anything.

"why are you still attending p.e. when you know you're injured?" she squinted her eyes at me. "shouldn't you be exempted?"

my eyes wavered at the question, but thankfully i thought of something right away. after all, wendy is very gullible.

"hey. i may be exempted from playing sports, but i still need to show up for attendance. a girl's gotta graduate, okay?"

"silly." wendy laughed at my remark and sighed afterwards with a motherly smile. she took it. "okay, have fun watching!"

wendy waved goodbye and went back to regroup with my classmates. as usual, it wasn't only our class who was using the gym, and a lot of the other senior classes are here too.

"oh i will." i mumbled as i saw a familiar figure jogging through the center of the court.

how could i not notice the guy? the girls were fawning over him and it was irritating my ears.

what's good about him anyway? maybe because he was wearing a bandana on his head? or maybe because he was wearing a jersey?

that psycho. why on earth would he want me to come to this class anyway? is he showing off? ugh. i just want my notebook back yet why is he making so many demands!

about what happened..

you see, i read his notes.
but don't judge so easily!
i don't go around reading other people's journals.
but his notebook was not about himself.
it clearly says note to bae joohyun; therefore i am not guilty.

my thoughts were cut off a few minutes later when i heard a whistle. the match was about to start and apparently, his class was up against my class in basketball.

coincidentally, i saw yoongi playing with him, and ofcourse wendy was cheering for her boyfriend more than our class.

well, there's nothing wrong with it right?

"knock them out class c!"
i shouted while hiding my faceㅡnot covering my eyes. unfortunately it was too loud that people from the court noticed me, and one of them was taehyung.

he waved, flashing a bright genuine smile, that i feel like i've never seen before. i blushed, luckily he wouldn't know because i was covering my face.

"isn't he just handsome?"

i nodded. he sure is.

to be honest, my eyes were locked on him. not because of his looks, but because he looked cool on the court. most of the scores were mainly his shots. and they were winning too! he was charismatic and i can see why girls are all over himㅡ

but wait, who in the world?

i turned to my right to see who suddenly sat beside me. i unconsciously answered to her questions when we both don't know who we really were referring to.

"yerim-ah?!"

"ah. hello unnie." she greeted with a smile. "i'm sorry if i scared you."

"no, not at all. it's just.. why are you here? aren't you supposed to be in class?"

"i am. but i just wanted to see someone for a bit."

"w-who?"

"him." she pointed out to the basketball court and smiled. wait. don't tell me?ㅡ

"kim taehyung."