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yeeun's pov.
the next day was a friday. as the day began, i went to a vending machine on campus to grab a water bottle to have through my classes.
"yeeunnie,"
an arm wrapped around my little shoulders. i looked up to see yeosang beaming at me. "hey,"
he smiled and said, "i like your hair. it's pretty,"
i glanced at my reflection in the vending machine. i just had my hair simply braided to the side.
"thanks. i like your hair too...?" i couldn't help but laugh. yeosang smiled bigger and fluffed his hair up all messily. despite, he still looked cute like always.
oh man, i'm whipped as frick.
"touch," he said. he abruptly clutched my wrist and brought my hand up to caress his soft pink locks. his hair felt like cotton candy, goddamn.
he laughed, but before i could say anything else, he stood up straight and towered over me suddenly. he chuckled and said, "have you decided what to wear for our date yet?"
i shook my head and stared off. "um, maybe a dress? i don't know yet,"
he smiled and slipped a small piece of thick paper into my hand. it was a shiny ticket to yeosang's skate competition. "i'm sure you'll look pretty anyway. here,"
i nodded, "oh... thank you."
yeosang smiled and his cheeks blew up cutely. then he held his hand up to me in a fist. before fist-bumping him, i giggled like a dork at him.
