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In which beautiful face does not matter when you have an ugly heart. In which actions speak louder than words. In which where people lie, but actions don't. Sandara Park. A very polite girl with a petite body. She is shy and rarely talks. She always walking with her head bowed down.
Oh Jasmine is a moron. That's how her friends feel about her. Jasmine remained silent while they discussed about boyfriends and other stuff. And her response was the same every time she was questioned about the subject. "Boyfriend is pointless because I do not intend to marry. That's something I can't imagine." Jasmine's friends, on the other hand, do not dislike her because she is a lovely person. It's simply, you know. Her thoughts on boys differ from those of her peers. The
Dara gave her flask a name – Chanyeol, which was the name of her crush.
People say that trust is like a paper. One it’s crumpled, it cannot be perfect again. I have trust issues, a really serious one because apparently, people around me always act like a poop. I want to say sh*t but that doesn’t sound nice. And now, I found myself hard to trust anyone, even my family or my best friends. There’s always a reason behind it. You know that feeling, when you’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you truly deserv
It all started with a simple eye contact. Park Sandara was just like any other students in that university who was studying for business but apparently loved to stick to her twin brother, Park Chanyeol who chose music for his course because she did not really had friends. Since Chanyeol spent a lot of time in his class with his friends and there was a lot of interesting instruments in that room, she always come there after her class so that she could be with her twin. Sandara did not
Sandara Park is a normal and actually a shy girl. She gladly remained unnoticed by the students other than her bestfriends and classmates. But what happen when she accidentally told her classmates about her favourite senior and it heard by him? "Who is your favourite senior?" "MY FAVOURITE SENIOR IS KWON JIYONG!" My class turned quiet. They were looking out of the class so I looked out too. There he was. My favourite seni