Wendy
Chaerin
Sunny
Jeongyeon
All very pretty, beautiful girls. Girls that will never notice me. Because I like girls. Girls, girls, girls. Beautiful, girls...and it hurts. Don't get me wrong, guys are nice. But girls are prettier.
I sighed rubbing the back of my neck, staring at the group in the near distance exchanging valentines cards with their better halves. I couldn't help but pout, becuase the one I chose to be my valentine had just given theirs up to a boy.
Stupid boys. Speaking of boys, "I really like your hair." In front of me, stood a very clingy, Taemin. He was the little brother of one my prolonged unrequited crushes. He was cute. Really cute, just like a girl. Silly, but one of my guilty pleasures, number 5 to be exact, are pretty boys. Boys that I would only exclusively date, if they looked-- well more like me. Sadly, I had recently rejected all twenty three of my male classmate's. I just didn't like them as much as I would Shi Jimin, Hyuna, or Minzy. The boy had a sweet spot for me, and I could read him like an open book. He stood in front of me, with his lightly dyed cinnamon colored hair, full and long. Shaggy too. In his hands, he old a pink colored letter, and was struggling to keep himself together. Cute. Secretly, I'd been looking over his shoulder wishing to be in that same club of girls gathered around tapping eachother giddily. Laughing, because they'd gotten their Valentine's approval and had just formed lovely relationships with their male counterparts. Besides the obvious boys, who'd gotten rejected based on the assumption(whether true or false) brought on by rumors. Or simply because f their strong femininity. What's wrong with being feminine? I thought, casting aside Taemin who'd soon joined me, slouching to the ground in defeat just as I was, when Sunny was heading over to Kris to give him her confession letter. I love that girl.
Beside me, Taemin had just about given up. Not to be mean or anything, but he didn't even bother to ask me anything yet. OR at least, try. And I wouldn't mind saying yes. He was sweet. But, the thing is...I don't think I could ever learn to love him as much as I would loved Ailee, or Meng Jia, or even Miss Sunmi or Vice Principal Ga-In with her voluptuous curves and and innocent face. Why are girls so beautiful? I whined, thinking that this day couldn't have been even more of a let down. "So." Taemin began to speak again. "I- I...I, was wondering if--" to save him the trouble, give this boy strength. I plead internally, waiting for him to just spit out the words already. But yet again, for the umpteenth time, he'd suck in his puckered lips, and shake under the weight of embarrassment. To think that some people can actually be too cute.
"Yes."
"Wh-What? You really mean it?"
"Sure, why not."
He was more excited than me. Whatever..."C-can we hold hands?" I looked over to Taemin, blank faced, which shocked him when his face dropped twenty shades. A large breath of air left my mouth. I throw my hand over to the other side, waiting for him to hold on painstakingly slow, but he eventually gets there. "Th-Thank you." I mentally sigh. "You're lucky you're cute." And I meant that literally. Otherwise I wouldn't have dared to say yes to him. I look at the clock as it strikes 4 minutes to the end of the day. I already knew that it was the right time to give up. I wish it'd been his sister...
