"The scars you left on me..."
"They are so fucking beautiful"
When highschool sweet hearts Jimin and Byeol work through thick and thin to be together. Overcoming their hardships and working out their young love, it isn't easy.
The distance between...
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𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 ◥✥◤
We all can relate to this. Even though there are fifty million clothes in our closet, there is still nothing to wear. I mentally cursed my non decisive ass for not being able to choose a decent outfit despite staring at the open closet for almost twenty minutes now.
"Ugh whatever," I choose a plain black tee and black high waist jeans. When I confusion, choose black.
Thanks to my closet session I was already five minutes late to my class. I sneaked as silently as I could because the worst thing that could happen is fifty people in the class staring at you when you clown yourself after being late already.
"Did you get lost?" Bomi asked eyes fixed on the board. I didn't answer. I took my books out and turned my attention to the board.
"The piece of clothing has the same importance as that of the color and style you choose. You cannot walk in with a high quality woolen dress onto a summer beach. Similarly you can't wear a transparent piece of dress for a business meeting. Everything matters. You should be aware of the occasion and the purpose." Mr. Bae classes were always intresting. There is a reason why he was one of the highest paid professors in the university. No one misses his class.
As we walked out of the classroom after the session, Bomi was almost ran over by a group of girls running madly towards us.
"Hey, what are you running for?" Bomi managed to get hold of one girl from another group of girls running.
"Bighit is putting up a raffle and let's a set of people who won to meet Jimin," she spoke fast and freed herself to run away. Bomi's jaw dropped.
"I'll wait in the class," I said because I knew there is no way on this earth she would miss for this opportunity.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"No," I nodded and urged her to go.
I'd rather die Bomi. I'd rather have a car run over me.
"Hey," I turned around when I heard a familiar voice.
"Seokjin!" I almost shrieked. He studies culinary arts in the same university. We've become really close friends after I worked for one summer in his cafe.
"Oppa, you should call me oppa," he said as he crossed his arms against his chest. I completely ignored what he said.
"When did you come back. And you look damn hot with glasses," I said dramatically placing hand on my chest.
