Rare love

Chapter 1

Kwon Jiyong. He was my first crush. My first love. My first boyfriend. My first kiss. And my last.

You could call me crazy since we've broken up like three years ago.

Now we're in University.

But shits do happen since we are in the same University.

At 18 years old, do we even know the word MOVE ON?

Well probably not me.

Everytime I see him, my heart always beat fast.

I still remember the old days.

When we were together.

But guys, maybe you'll find this weird... No you will find this weird.

I had a relationship with him for only two weeks.

Why I broke up with him?

=FLASHBACK=

I bit my lip as I've received a message from him.

Kwon Jiyong.

The guy who every girl could ask for.

We've been together for already a week.

When he asked me out, I was happy.

But then, I wasn't free.

My parents are so strict.

They barely let me hang out with my friends and I'll probably won't tell them that I am meeting a guy.

Jiyong knows it.

He understands my situation and he told me that it was okay.

That he was willing to wait for me and have our romantic date.

And tomorrow, he'll accompany me back home secretly.

The next day, I glanced at him and caught Jiyong smiling.

He winked at me as he talked to his friends.

Nobody knows except to my bestfriend CL.

She was the one who helped me.

"Dara, why don't you go say hi to your boyfriend? Gosh you are so slow!"

I just sighed and wrote what Ms.Gan said in our history class.

That was too dangerous.

What if everyone notice that we have a thing?

I'm too afraid that my parents will know.

"Dara, you know you should make efforts. Because you never know, Jiyong might get tired of this."

CL said.

And I know that. Maybe he will.

But noone can understand me.

After school, I waited in a corner where we should meet.

I sat on a bench and opened my book.

I just have to wait for him.

After five minutes, I suddenly felt someone traced my neck.

I looked up and saw him.

He's just so handsome.

"Hi there kitty cat."

He greeted and sat beside me.

He caught my hand and interwined it with his.

How does my hand fits so well with him?