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JIN

I arrived home yet my brain kept repeating what happened.
The thing at the bus stop.
I can't believe that I saw her in person well not her face.
How disappointing that I did not even got the chance to talk to her in person.

I don't know how she looks like.
We got to know each other by text but not even knowing our names.
But she is afraid.
Afraid that I might turn my back on her when we got in touch with each other in personal.

Her scent is addictive like a flower.
Until I realize something.
A flower....

Hey Rose!

What?

Your name is Rose, right?

For a while there is no reply.
She is hesitating.








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ROSÉ


My name...?
How dumb I am.
Should I deny it?
I don't want him to know my name either.
Well not yet, maybe next time.


No. That's not my name.

Oh.

Is he disappointed?

Are you at the same university as I am?

Now he is asking for my university!

What university you are in?

***** university.

No. we are in totally different University.

You should rest now.
And stop studying, rest.










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THIRD PERSON

Jin smirked.
"Seriously? I know that we are in the same University because there are no other University near that bus stop aside from ours. I want to be your friend "




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