My first day here in the university was so unforgettable. I got amazed by the beauty of every part of my second home. But most of all, the unexpected kiss that changes my life happened on that day.
I was about to go on my first class when I saw men running after another group of men then suddenly, everything turned black.
"Miss, 'you ok?", said the man with light brown hair, sleepy eyes, flawless face, and with a pair of deep dimples on his face.
"Uh.. Yeah.. I'm fine. Where am I?", I asked him with my croaked voice, while my eyes wander around the white unfamiliar room.
We are at the University Clinic. By the way, I'm Yi Xing. Zhang Yi Xing.", then he offered his right hand with beautifully crafted long fingers, and a beautiful smile that make his dimples say Hi to me.
"Sarang. Kim Sarang. His hand is as soft as a cotton candy. Damn it. Why I feel comfortable with this stranger?
"By the way, how do I get here and what have just happened?", I asked him.
"Tao bumped you and Minseok, an architect student, brought you here."
"Who is that bastard Tao?"
With his wide eyes open, Yi Xing gave me a surprised look.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes"
I have this sudden fast beats of heart after I hear the name of the person who bumped me. I don't know why but the unfamiliar name resounded in my head.
"Huang Zi Tao is a wushu athlete here. He wins every competition he joined. He is a gold medalist. He is also smart. He is really good, well except his attitude of being rude. And the thrill is, he never smile. If I'm not mistaken, the last time I saw him smiling is when we were in Senior High. Now we are graduating.
"Too much information, eh."
He just smiled at me and continue to fix my bed.
"I think your ok now. You can now go to your class."
And so I get out of the clinic, where my new friend Yi Xing, is working as a student assistant.
Not far from the clinic is the Arts Building where my first class would be. My classroom is at 3rd floor, so I went upstairs. On the second floor, a short man with a huge eyes, heart-shaped lips, and angelic voice had approached me.
"Hi! Are you a transferred student? It's the first time I saw you here."
"Ugh, yes, I am."
"Oh~~ I'm Kyungsoo, Do Kyungsoo. I'm the student government president, what is your name?
"Sarang. Kim Sarang"
I gave him a cold smile since its the first time I learned about him and I do not talk much with strangers. Besides, I want an ordinary college life here in Korea so I don't to be involved with any famous person here.
"So what room are you looking for?"
"Uh... I-I'm looking for room N301"
Oh nice! You're an Education student. My cousin is the class president in that class. 'Common, let me lead you."
He then held my hand and do as what he said. Upon arriving at the room, I saw students who look geniuses. I think its the top section.
Kyungsoo have a short conversation with his cousin and then leave. He just bow at me as a bid of goodbye and I return his bow.
"Hi I'm Kim Joon Myeon, class president. Ms. Kim, that chair behind the window is the only vacant chair so that would be yours. Just please be patience with your seatmate, ok?"
Wow. I feel this guy to be a strict and disciplinarian. He seems to be a one word man. I walked towards my place with my eyes fixed on the floor because I am aware that there are 25 pairs of eyes looking at me.
As soon as I sat on my chair, a man with a beautifully styled hair, a nose as perfect as Mayon Volcano, and eyes as fierce as lion, entered the room and sat beside me. Ok. I would admit. He is handsome, but what the heck! He looks like a gangster!
"Stop staring at me." Said the man who sat beside me.
"I'm not staring at you.", then I now my head, fully aware that my classmates' eyes are still on me. What is wrong with them? So I just look over the window and patiently wait for the professors.
My first day whet ordinarily. My classmates introduced themselves to me, well except the man sitting beside me.
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