From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"I MET YOU WHEN I SHOULDN'T."
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NOVEMBER 21, 2013 — 15:32 PM
"You're failing?" My friend stifled her laugh, causing me to frown. What a bitch. She can barely keep in her laugh as she leaned back her head, walking down the hallways next to me. "Well, we expected it. You're not one to study—not while you're admiring some boy in the classroom opposite of you."
"That's not true!" I denied, pointing at her. "Besides, we've never even met. I just... think he looks cute from afar."
"That's what you say about everyone, Yang Yihwa," Hanna, my friend, hit me with her rolled notebook dead on the head, causing me to pout. "But in reality, when you do get to shake hands and meet people, you're so social and love them so much—even when they fuck you over."
"Call me a social butterfly or whatever you want," I grumbled, hands on my hips. "But, I'm sure his case is no different. I just think I like him... more than friends."
"Just because of one look at him?! You haven't even talked to him," Hanna scolded me, sighing as she rubbed her forehead. "Ah, whatever. Your strength can easily become your weakness, it seems—and in this case, it will be your downfall."
"Whatever you say—" I paused, seeing a shit-ton of girls running our way. "Hey, what's happening—"
Hanna and I moved out of their way as the girls continued to scream and hurt the shit out of my ears, flinching as five boys moved strikingly down the hallway. My heart couldn't help but beat at the sight of him, the boy with slightly short hair with a basketball in his hands. It was surely him.
What's his name? Oh, well don't ask me. I don't know.
"Hey, who are they?" Oh, but Hanna might. The other schoolgirl turned around, pointing to the one at the front.
"He's Choi Yeonjun, the oldest—"
Then to the tallest one.
"That's Choi Soobin, the captain of the basketball team—"
