𝐒 𝐔 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐁 𝐔 𝐒 | ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ [𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴]

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Something exploded inside Yeosang heart when she posed that question. He also heard someone screaming like a high school girl and he soon realized it was him, or rather his heart, freeing high-pitched shouts inside him. He felt a weight on his throat and had to suppress the happiest laugh he ever had.

The male wanted to pinch every single centimeter of his skin to check if he was dreaming of if it was reality.

Jieun, in the meantime, was a bundle of nerves, already hearing the sound of the word "no" echoing in her eardrums and she already started cursing herself for proposing that idea to him.

She parted her lips, ready to apologize and dash away from that smothering situation, but Yeosang preceded her.

"I'd like to."

He accepted, before giving her a beautiful and breathtaking smile, showing his perfect white teeth.

Jieun thought that she was flying over the clouds when she heard that reply. Her body was light and her feet didn't touch the ground when he smiled at her so sweetly.

Tears threatened to come flow from her eyes but she managed to dry them by blinking a couple of times. Instead, she gifted him the brightest smile Yeosang had ever seen and, in his opinion, she looked even more beautiful.

The male, then, offered his elbow to the girl for the second time which she gladly accepted, and started walking towards their classroom. Jieun couldn't not notice how the other girls of the campus kept staring at Yeosang and exchanged a malicious grin with the girl on their sides, commenting on his look.

Jieun, insecure and paranoid as she was, let the uncomfortableness win over her rational side and start thinking that maybe those girls were also talking about her and how she didn't fit on Yeosang's side, at all. It was something she was fully aware of and was the main reason why she had never talked to the male.

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Yeosang didn't listen to a word that had been said during the last three hours inside the classroom. His mind kept wandering in distant lands, continuously asking himself what topic he should've started the conversation from when they were finally sat at the table of the cafeteria.

Jieun wasn't much different from the male: during the lessons, she had repeatedly checked how her makeup looked like and fixed her pale lips by covering them with her usual red lipstick that didn't come off with a thing you rubbed on it. At least, she was sure that she couldn't miss that little "date" they were going to have with smudged makeup.

Like the gentleman he was, but also because he was so clumsy and needed help, he reached her desk to walk her towards the cafeteria. This time, she didn't have to carry any book, only her bag that she let it dangle from one shoulder.