𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁; 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢

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"so what? you just aren't going to talk to me anymore?" yunji said to mihi in class.

"you want me to?"

"you apologized and because i'm such a good person, i can find the place in my heart to accept your apology."

the bell rang and class ended. it was yunji's last class of the day, mihi on the other hand still had one more.

yunji was headed to leave when she saw seonghwa.

he was talking to another girl.

which, i mean, is okay of course. it doesn't need to mean that he's dating her.

to anyone else, they may look like good friends, but to yunji, the way that they talked and looked at each other made her think that they were more.

why does she even care if they aren't even dating? they aren't even officially friends— yet.

regardless, yunji still rushed to get rid of the "awful" view.

he's not her boyfriend so she stoped herself from crying. it's no joke that the girl was extremely pretty, but yunji kept telling herself that she didn't care.

later, when she was at her dorm, she found the time to stalk seonghwa's social media. of course, she scrolled basically all the way down and was sure to not like any of his pictures. it was no joke that he was stunning.

one photo caught her eye in particular: it was him and what seems like that same girl around a two years ago with seven other guys.

he looked to be happy, smiling, although yunji thought he looked like he was in pain. that just made it even better and she found herself grinning like an idiot.

a knock on the door diverted her attention from the phone to the door knob, that was being aggressively turned back and forth by the person of the other side.

she got up abruptly and headed to the door. what could be so important? when she twisted the door knob, she was met by dal, a loud, annoying, girl also a freshman in college.

"uh, do you need something?"

"you forgot?"

"wha—"

"we agreed that you would give me your notes from class. you know? because i was sleeping."

"no, i don't actually."

dal walked over to her bag and started going through her things to get to her notes. yunji snatches her things back.

"you don't just do that! ask me before going through my things."

"oh my god, you're so sensitive." dal kept holding onto the bag as yunji tried to get it back.

"no i'm—"

"who's that?" she finally let go of the bag and focused her attention on yunji's phone, which she threw on the bed, unlocked, still on seonghwa's instagram.

"n-nothing! give me my phone back!"

dal went through the pictures. "oh, he's hot. ten out of ten would smash."

"give me it back."

"why? do you like him? i wouldn't blame you. this is one fine ass, magnificent, majestic—"

"i get it!" yunji reached over dal and almost got her phone back.

but, in the process she liked on of his photos...

from three years ago.

now, it really ain't that big of a deal. seonghwa will most likely think it's weird but just ignore it. clearly yunji didn't have that thought go through her head before she was done with dal's bullshit and forcefully grabbed her phone and bag back.

"this is no way to treat your guests." dal said as she was pushed out.

"bye!" she slammed the door in her face and plopped down on the bed.

what was she gonna do?

i mean it's so obvious that seonghwa will never look at her or talk to her again because he think she's a stalker and obsessed with him, right?

regardless if that was right or wrong, it's the only thing her brain wanted to think.

she opened her phone and saw that she had a follow request, which she accepted.

it was from seonghwa. normally, that would make someone feel good. a follow request from a super hot dude? yes please.

but to yunji that only meant that he saw she liked his old photo.

another notification caught her attention:

it was seonghwa again.

he had also scrolled and liked one of her photos from a few years ago also.

she couldn't help herself from smiling.

"what a dork."

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