In the class,

"What color should we get our display board in?" Bom asked.

I shrugged in reply.

She sighed, "I really wish you would talk to me."

"I really wish you would stop trying to get me to talk to you," I muttered.

A ghost of a smile made its way onto Bom's lips, "Guess neither of us are getting our wishes anytime soon, are we?"

"I don't understand," I murmured.

Bom looked over at me, "What don't you understand?"

"You. Why do you try to talk to me even though I keep pushing you away?"

She smiled softly, "You and I, we're not as different as you think, Kwon Jiyong."

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[Jiyong POV]

I'm drunk again, this time, more than before. I'm listening to the records we used to blast in the car on the long journeys home, singing along with beer bottles scattered on and about, wishing you were by my side.

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I walked by you today. You were with Youngbae again. Honestly, I'm quite surprised that the two of you are still together, I had thought that one of you would've gotten bored by now.

But no, you two were still as "in love" as ever, you on his laps, his arms wrapped around your tiny waist. You acted nonchalant about my presence; but I could've sworn, that as I passed, you were staring at me the way I was staring at you.

Until, I realized someone is here beside me. "You're not talkin