Eunhee
I was about to cancel my introduction when this weird transfer student Key dragged me out of the room and God knows where we’re going. “Uhm. Key?” I asked her but there’s no response. He was crying and I don’t even know why. Finally, the place we’re supposed to stop running at is the rooftop. I finally got to know.
He hugged me tightly right after we reached the rooftop. I’m completely clueless of this situation. “Uhm. Key? I’m sorry but.,” I said as I try to escape from his breathtaking hug. And by breathtaking, I mean he really is killing me. “You’re back. Hana, you’re back.” He shed a tear as he say these words. “Key ssi. I’m sorry but I’m not Hana.” I mentioned. That’s the time he stopped hugging me. Oh God, he’s a weirdo.
Key
She’s not.. Hana. “I’m sorry.” I said as I let her go. “You resemble her so much.” I continued. How can she look like Hana so much? I cannot forget that face. “First of all, my name is not Hana. I’m Kim Eunhee. Nice to meet you, Key-ssi.” She told me as she step out of the rooftop. I rushed into her and said “I’m really sorry, Eunhee-ssi. It’s just that, it’s just uhm—“
“It’s okay Key. No need to be sorry.” Hana, I mean Eunhee said. Damn, she really look like my deceased girlfriend. I can’t stop thinking of that.
We reached our classroom and everyone in the class is giving us weird looks which says ‘where did that new student drag Eunhee?!’ or ‘did she harm her?’ Everyone seemed so curious but I gave them the ‘I don’t give a damn’ look.
Eunhee
I wonder who’s the person I resemble so much that Key mistaken me for that girl. I walked inside the classroom with much more curious faces. My friends –not really—started to form a crowd around me asking me everything they could. “Where’d you go?” A girl named Jiyeon asked me. “Uhm, rooftop.” I replied.
“Did he hurt you, what did he do?” another girl named Seon Nyeo asked. “Nope, he just thought I looked like someone else. Don’t worry.” I reassured her with a smile. I’m tired of these fake smiles I make for people who I don’t even care about. I’m just that straight-A student girls, get over it.
Key is still looking at me. I wonder how much I resemble that girl. I wish I could see her sometime but I guess not since Key wouldn’t bother to let me meet a girl—who I think is her girlfriend and is far away from him since he was like you’re back and stuff—just because she looks like me. And besides, there’s no way Key and I will get closer than seatmates.
Lunch time;
Onew approached me with a worried look plastered on his face. “Eunhee, is it true that you’ve been dragged by a guy named Key to the rooftop? Why? Who is that Key?” Onew showered me with questions right after he reached my sight. “Woah, calm Onew-sunbae. He’s a new student and he thought I looked someone. That’s all, no big deal.” I reassured with a smile. Onew then, sat beside me on the cafeteria. “Tell me right away if he bothers you again, okay?” Onew told me. Wow, he’s worried.
Of course, it reached Taemin too. And I explained to him again. Yes, again. “Taeminie, don’t worry about noona.” I said as I brush her hair with my fingers. All in all, I ate my lunch with two of school’s idols. Girls might have killed me in their minds. How lucky could I be?
I don’t mind though.
Key
“Hi, Key.” Someone said. “Who are you?” I told that someone with my usual cold voice. “I’m Jonghyun. So, I can see that you like Eunhee.” That Jonghyun guy said. Wow, I can’t believe this guy is actually trying to scan my thoughts. I barely know him. No, I don’t know him at all.
“Excuse me but, didn’t Eunhee already clarify things? She just looks like someone I know.” I said. I didn’t raise my tone that much worrying people would mistakenly think I’m harassing this Jonghyun or something. “Someone you know? Is she someone you like?” This guy is seriously irritating me. “Please stop bugging me. Don’t you have friends?!” I said as I raise my eyebrow.
“Well, I like being friends with everyone and I’m a really curious person.” Jonghyun claimed. “I can see that.” I said sarcastically. This guy isn’t worried I won’t hurt him at all, he didn’t even ask if I’m a part of a gang or something because of my hair. This guy is surely good at making friends.
“Oh, Minho!” he called over a tall guy who is named Minho. I think so. “Key, see you later at class!” He waved his goodbye finish his canned coke. The annoying one finally left. I’m freed.
