rhiflux
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- Parts 39
Jaeyi Kang was used to getting what she wanted.
Front-row concert tickets? Done. Reservations at a booked-out rooftop restaurant? Please. A new designer bag dropping in Paris before it even hit Seoul? Already in her closet.
But none of that helped when it came to Seulgi Han.
Seulgi, with her thrifted hoodies, beat-up sneakers, and zero interest in people like Jaeyi-the loud, bratty, rich-girl types. She worked part-time at the library, part-time at a bakery, and maybe full-time avoiding eye contact with Jaeyi since the first time she slid into the seat beside her in econ.
"You always sit here?" Jaeyi asked, plopping her oat latte on the desk with too much flair.
"I sit wherever you're not," Seulgi replied without looking up from her textbook.
Rude. Intriguing.
Jaeyi leaned in, chin resting in her palm. "That's a lie. I've been here three days in a row and you haven't moved once."
"That's because I'm trying to graduate, not flirt."
"Oh," Jaeyi said, pretending to be wounded. "So you have noticed me."
Seulgi finally glanced at her, eyebrow raised. "You talk at full volume and smell like three different perfumes. A blind man in another country could notice you."
And just like that, Jaeyi smiled.
This was going to be fun.