⭐Chapter 17⭐

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I was lying down on my bed, when my phone rang.

It was Songjoo.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hanaaaaa!" Songjoo whined

I laughed and replied, "What happened Joo?"

We had kept nicknames for each other.

Eunbyeol/Eunbi was Byeol but she wanted to be called Eun instead.

I could understand her, she was not Eunbyeol.

So she wanted to be called Eun instead.

Shijin was Jin-jin.

Songjoo was Joo

While I was Hana.

I was going to tell them to call me Hani but for some reason I remembered Taekwang with a pout and how he asked me if he was the only one who knew about that nickname except my grandma and that cute smile of his.

A smile erupted on my face.

"Hana? You there?" Songjoo asked

"Yeah! What happened?"

"I am bored."

I grinned

"So, want to come over?" I asked

"Nah! What about we go shopping." She replied

"Okay. I will tell Eunbyeol."

"Ok then we three will meet you at the shopping mall."

"Three?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, me, Shijin and Soyeong."

"Soyeong, as in the girl in our class?" I confirmed

"Yeah"

"The one will long hair." I asked as I slowly got up.

"Yah! Hana there is only one Soyeong in our class."

"I know but...." I said

"Pleaseeeeee." She whined.

"Okok." I agreed rather reluctantly.

After the call ended, I got up from the bed and went into the washroom.

While showering, I remembered my conversation with Taekwang.



"I am scared that you will hate me."

My eyes widened.

'Hate him?'

'What does he mean by that?'

"Why will I hate you?" I asked confused.

Tears fell from his face.

"I am scared that you will leave me." he said

I frowned.

He looked down.

I pinched his chin and tilted it up so that he was looking at me

His eyes were red.

"I will never leave you. So get that thought out of your head." I said looking into his eyes.

He looked into my eyes without blinking.

His eyes flickered to my lips and he started to lean in.

My eyes widened again......

I quickly closed my eyes and squeezed them tightly.

After a few seconds, I felt a hand over my lips.

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