it was 6:13. was i at hyeongjun's complex, you ask?
hell nahhhhhhh.
i heard a suspicious knock at my door. i wonder who that could be?
i bounded off the sofa and opened the door. to my surprise, it was...
HYEONGJUN?!
"w-what are you doing here?" i ask flustered.
"i asked you to come to my complex. you didn't. so instead, i came to you."
he brushes past me and invites himself in.
"i—"
"so where are we working??" he asks.
"uh-uhm..."
"how about your room?"
he goes down the hallway. he point and asks, "is this your room?"
i just nod. i'm not sure what else to do.
he starts to get his things out on my desk, so i just go to my bed.
"we have to work hard, eunhwa. we don't want a bad grade!" he says.
"uh... okay!"
we start. he's humming a tune. i can't put my finger on it... his voice sounds so familiar.
his tune is so soothing, until i turn my head to the side, and my eyes start to gently close.
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when i wake up, i hear breathing next to me. i turn over... and hyeongjun is sleeping... right next to me.
he's inches away. his face looks so calm. his body gently goes up and down as he breathes. i just noticed now... his eyelashes are so long. he looks so peaceful.
i smile to myself. i can't help it—my hand reaches out and touches the side of his face.
he stirs and then wakes up. i'm so startled and embarrassed—i blush. right as i'm about to sit up, he says, "eunhwa, it's okay." he smiles at me reassuringly.
as he leans closer to me, i freeze. "it's okay," he whisper.
he gets even closer... and then he softly kisses my forehead.
as he gets off my bed, i can't even process what happened.
he silently packs his stuff and leaves quietly.
i—
this is why i was avoiding hyeongjun! things like this happen—
and i don't think i can deny it anymore—
i—
i like hyeongjun.
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my heart still flutters when i speak to starboy.
"i'm going to confess as soon as i can," he says.
"i'm so happy for you," i say. i'm sad because he won't be confessing to me, but it's okay.
"stargirl, should i give her flowers? or a present?" he asks.
"how about a stuffed animal?"
"what stuffed animal would you want?" he asks.
"personally for me... i would like a pink stuffed yoshi. haha!" i say. "but she might like something different."
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