note to self:
i fell in love with a boy named kim taehyung.
ㅡbaejoohyun
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joohyun was plain and boring, she didn't really stood out that much in the crowd. to her, everyday was the same routine. living a life of an ordinary high scho...
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kim taehyung..
is he popular even among the lower years? he just transferred here a few months ago, right? what on earth?
"you okay unnie? you seem pale."
"ah. yeah! did i space out?" yerim nodded, "the game's already over." she giggled. i just scratched the side of my head and awkwardly laughed. it was embarrassing.
"you too, huh unnie?" i turned to look at her direction and saw a smirk forming on her face. what does she mean by thatㅡ
"welp, i just wanted to see if he would win or not. i'm not staying for too long, i'm going back to class now unnie. see you later!"
"e-eoh. okay.." i was responding quite slow at her questions. i didn't even notice her leave because i was too occupied on trying to put the puzzle pieces together.
taehyung smiled when he saw yerim.
then again, does he smile to every girl like that?
looking back, he approached me all of the sudden
what was his motives anyway?
he said he was looking for me but..
what if taehyung was just messing around?
"hey there miss, why the sad face?" i jolted, snapping back from reality as i saw a person in front of me. "a frown doesn't suit you at all." taehyung sat on the bench in front me and faced my direction. he was smiling brightly that it made my heart ache.
"did you see? we won the game! i guess you really are a lucky charm!" he chuckled and rested his chin on his palm, staring at me intently. i avoided eye contact because he's just too beautiful.
"thanks for coming, joohyun. when i heard you cheering earlier i felt like i could do anything!"
but if he continues to act like this, i wouldn't know what to do anymore.
"wait. you're not obligated to come to gym class right? does this mean that you read my notes? bae joo-hyun." he grinned. teasing me again.
i guess it started because of this. his notes. but why?
why not yeri?
why not someone else who's not plain and boring?
why not someone who's on the same level he's in?
why me?
"joohyun, are you okay? you look pale. besides, why are you sweating when you didn't even do anything?" taehyung lifted his right hand and placed it over my forehead, while he used his left hand to check his own temperature "do you have a fever? because it looks like it."
my eyes widened at the realization. i slapped his hand away without any notice. i just found myself glaring at him for this unpleasant feeling.
"stop with your games already and just give me my damn notebook back!" he was confused, but i knew that he wouldn't be shaken so easily. he was about to reach for my wrist, good thing my reflex was fast enough to avoid his hand.
"don't touch me, taehyung. i never said you could." he looked appalled. ofcourse that's to expect. after all, i stood up and started shouting at his face.
