Han Minhee can't get enough of drawing nonsense during classes that she even has a separate notebook for her precious doodles. Even her longtime crush and childhood neighbor plus bestfriend, Hong Joochan, appears frequently in her doodling.
After an...
^^ this will probably also be your reaction abt this chap dhskdhsj
ALSO i got above average scores in 7/10 subjects (i still dont know abt the others) AND IM REALLY HAPPY BC I GOT HIGH SCORES IN SUBJECTS THAT I DIDNT LIKE BEFORE
Jaehyun is also now gray-haired aND IT SUITS HIM
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AAHH JAEHYUN REALLY HAS MY HEART NOW I THINK IM NOT GONNA SWERVE BACK TO JOOCHAN EVER AGAIN (srry bb)
Let's do a poll too! Comment here on what you ship, i want to know ^~^
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Ishould have accepted Joochan's umbrella.
I rub my arms in an attempt to warm my shivering self in the middle of this pouring rain. I sneeze once, another follows. I feel my nose getting blocked. Great, I have a cold now. Adding this to my horrible headache - that I experienced all day, ruining my mood, I didn't even talk to anybody - my wet uniform, and still having no means of transport back home, I curse silently - more like mumble a swear word, I am too weak to even curse out loud.
Why are there no buses coming?
I feel stupid for not bringing an umbrella or a jacket despite knowing that it's already the rainy season. Joochan even offered me an umbrella a while ago but I was stubborn (because of the headache) and told him it wasn't going to rain. I was wrong.
I feel like a helpless, poor kitten drenched in the rain, searching for shelter. I do look like one. The only difference is that I'm still at the main gate of the college, shivering, and that I'm human.
Lightning strikes and I flinch at the sound of thunder. I shiver again, more afraid than cold. I pull my bag closer to me to give me warmth but all it did is dampen my clothes as it is already wet from the rain.
I close my eyes, as if that would help.
I always hated thunder and lightning. Seeing/hearing it always reminded me of the day my parents died. I didn't even know they were gone, not until I heard from the news.
Tears brim my eyes at the distant memory. I try my best to wipe it out but the tears are persistent. Tears start to turn into cries, and cries turn into wails. I hug my damp bag tighter, as if that would bring my parents back.
I don't even know how long I am crying.
I just let myself cry. I didn't care if someone would see me (in this time of the day, it would be rare for someone to catch me like this) nor if I looked like a weirdo.
