Don't Call Me Sarang

I liked him first.

The quiet, untouchable boy who never looked at anyone twice.

But the day he broke my trust-
everything changed.

Now, I can't stand him.

And somehow...
that's exactly when he starts noticing me.

He calls me Sarang like it's a joke.

I hate that name now.

And I hate him even more
for making my heart react to it.

Because some stories don't start with love-

they start with misunderstanding, ego...
and something far more dangerous.