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Guys passed by and disappeared, and Youngji wondered why she always had tendency to compare of them all with him.

A guy like Jackson—for starter, with his good-looking face and obnoxious smile, who would mock her in every chance he got, once got her heart beat faster than normal with his sudden consideration (and he confessed, at last).

“You said you’d never date a woman who couldn’t act as woman like me!” She spat.

“That’s because I didn’t feel I could date my best friend at that time, babo!”

Even his confession was far from heartfelt moment and instead of giving him a proper answer, Youngji felt like want to punch him in the face.

A guy like you though, she wondered again. Is different. And her mind went far away as usual, visiting her memory where all about him was stored.

And cherished.

A guy like you, silent and composed every time we met, only talked a little to me because who knows what’s running on your mind anyway? But you would smile sweetly whenever my idiotic self appeared without my control and once you stated,

“Being weird is a gift. It colors a dull life.”

Ah, you and your sweet words.

A guy like Taehyun—another example, with his eccentric habit, almost as weird as hers, had a very funny way to show a woman he fancied by throwing sarcastic insult whenever he could. And being a sassy diva who always thought no women was as graceful as him.

Heo Youngji was woman too, and it kind of hurt her pride.

“Honestly I give up beli