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"the hardest part about still having all this
love for you, is not understanding why.
two people who know they're not supposed
to be together but can't seem to stay away.
song eunseok was every girls dream. tall,
handsome, athletic and an...
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iii. chapter 3 'it's your world princess, i'm just living in it.'
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"welcome to the family sungchan," they clinked their glasses together, letting out a few cheers.
after a couple of days of hanging out at lunch time, sungchan was starting to become part of the friend group.
he got on surprisingly well with everyone and was even starting to become the latest victim to all of giselle's teasing.
it was the weekend and they all decided to eat outside of campus with him.
he sat to the right of yumi, his eyes constantly on her in case she needed anything.
"so you really don't have a girlfriend?" minjeong pointed her chopstick at sungchan, prompting him to answer.
"it might sound lame but i think i've been waiting for the one."
"how would you know when you've met the one," johnny asked, taking another sip of his soju.
"it's hard to explain, but some coincidence would bring us together and i'll instantly know," it was hard to miss the stolen glances he took at yumi, who was too busy discussing a tv show with jaehyun.
minjeong and mark shared knowing glances, excited for their friend.
maybe if their friend had a worthy love interest, she would finally leave song eunseok alone.
sungchan was extremely handsome, polite, and attentive to yumi, stopping behind if she ever had to tie her shoe laces, offering to carry her things at school.
two days ago they witnessed him giving her an umbrella due to the torrential rain, claiming he had a spare when he actually had to use his jacket as cover.
but he did all of these things with a wide smile on his face, like it was a pleasure to help.
even know, they watched him rolling up the sleeves of her white top to avoid it getting stained, all whilst she was talking.
"thanks channie," she said when he was done, and he had to look away to not make it obvious how much he loved the nickname she gave him.
