• she was never seen as competition
• she grew up with five brothers and a single father
• park sooyoung was not a girl other girls would be jealous of or fear, after all she just: one of the boys
• but she is a girl and is experiencing her first cr...
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"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival." —C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
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TO find another human being who you share similar likes with is an odd concept. One day you can simply sit next to someone new, turn to them with small talk and find a connection. Humans could simply choose a friend by one glance. To see someone and think: "You, I like you. Let's be friends." It isn't much different from how one picks an animal to have as a pet. We see what we like, and we claim it ours one way or another. A title that will forever associate them with you. Because a world without friends is a bleak and meaningless world.
V ... was an enigma. The moment he smiled I was taken so aback; I knew my heart skipped a few beats. I gathered my senses back and managed to show as if his smile had no lasting effect on me. It had. I wanted to see it, again and again.
"Your first class seems to be History. You're in room 3-C—oh hey! That's the classroom my brother is in." I was walking backwards while showing V around the school.
He merely nodded to everything I said and pointed to. His eyes wandered and took everything in. I had asked him for his schedule, which he readily gave to me with another one of his smiles. As I spoke his scanning eyes landed back on me.
"Jinyoung's in my class?" the tilt of his head made him look innocent and almost younger than me.
"No." I snorted, turning to face forward and slowed my steps. "If you were a fourth year, I may have hit Jinyoung for making me show you around. Jimin's a third year. He's about yay high and has these chubby round cheeks I like to squish to the point of making him angry."
I had puffed up my cheeks to imitate what I picture Jimin's cheeks to be like. V let out this soft laugh. Again—it took me by surprise by how harmonious it was. It was very pleasant to the ears.
