PROLOGUE

HYO Jung and Bo Ra’s mouths practically drop to the floor as they stare at the man in front of them. He won’t meet their gazes and nor will he look away from the Venus flytrap in front of him. “This is cool, what is it?” He asks in a mumbling voice, after a second of starring curiously at it.

Bo Ra nudges the other girl to say something back, but she refuses and crosses her arms over her chest. That is, until, Bo Ra glares so hard—so freakishly angry like—that it causes Hyo Jung to jump out of her skin and stumble her way over to the man. “Uh, it’s a Venus Flytrap.” The man nods his head in awe as a short “ah” leaves his mouth. Hyo Jung glances over her shoulder at Bo Ra, who just waves her hands forward as if to say ‘ask him what he wants’. She sighs and twists her body back toward him, “Is there something you would like?”

He nods his head, and turns to face her with a small smile. That’s when she finally gets a good look at the guy. His dark brunette hair is parted in the middle, his button eyes are large and inviting—hidden behind thin rimmed glasses—and his lips are thin and pink. “Yeah, can I get fifty of these.” Hyo Jung’s eyes widen as she turns to look at the Venus flytrap—but his hand begins to move toward a different plant, a very different plant.

“Uh, you might want to move your finger.”

“Why?”

And just before she can say that his hand is hovering over the Squirrel Tail Barley, it’s too late. One of the yellow awns of the plants stick straight into his finger, and gets stuck. “That’s why. Hordeum jubatum, the barb like plant.” It seriously hurts when it sticks into skin, and hurts to take it out as well. “Unnie, can you get the first aid kit; and a chair?”

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