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"Did you do your homework?" Hyunjoon asked as we headed to our classroom, hoisting our textbooks and such in our arms.
"About that.. Can I borrow your homework for a sec?" I sheepishly smiled at him.
"Not surprising, but this time, I didn't do mine either. That's why I was asking you, idiot," Hyunjoon answered with a shrug and a smalls mile, flicking me in the forehead.
I winced and rubbed the sore spot where he had playfully hit me, glaring at him through squinted eyes. I brushed my bangs back over my forehead and laughed.
"You didn't do your homework? Well that's a first, mister I-Am-Responsible. But why'd you assume I had my homework today? You should know that I like, don't do it. Ever," I exclaimed with a roll of my eyes, hip-bumping him.
He staggered for a moment with his books nearly toppling out of his grasp. "Jeez, it was an emergency. Dad had this work thing to attend and Mom wasn't home, so I had to go with him," He huffed.
"Aw, such a good boy," I cooed, patting his head as if he was a puppy that did a trick.
"Hey, stop!" Hyunjoon protested, swatting my hand away.
"I love you~" I giggled, removing my hand from his soft hair and entering the classroom.
"Love you too," He said back to me in a more exasperated and irritated tone.
No, we're not lovers. No, we're not boyfriend-girlfriend. We're simply friends. It'st just this thing we told each other ever since we were little kids that used to strangle each other over a cookie. It wasn't sincere, but I really wished it was.
Hyunjoon had been my one and only crush for the longest time, and he didn't seem to notice my affectionate gestures or when I'm kind to him. He just shrugs it off like it's nothing; as if he has no emotion at all. Or maybe... He already likes someone.
No, no! He's just dense, that's all! I desperately thought in my head, shaking away any negativity or doubts that clouded my mind.
Hyunjoon followed me into the classroom, sitting in our spots in the back.
"Yo, yo, what's up!" I heard a cheerful voice resonate in the room. 30 heads perked up at the sound.
It was my friend, Haru, skipping into the room. She was empty-handed as always- she didn't seem to care about grades or college at all, which was why she was always in detention or getting scolded by her teachers. Also why she was so carefree and excitable.
"Hey, Haru!" I waved to her with a broad smile finding its way onto my face.
"Oh, I see your crush is here once again," Haru whispered into my ear, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively. I elbowed her in the ribs, causing her to shut up.
