You and Myungsoo walked down the street, swinging hands. You began the conversation, “So, which high school am I attending?” 

“Downtown Seoul High School. It’s a private high school. Did you attend one in America?” 

You nodded and smiled, thinking of the old memories. You remembered your old green and white uniform.

You stopped in front of a large, fancy-looking, white, building. “Wah~, so pretty!” you exclaimed as you darted towards the entrance. You pulled Myungsoo with you and walked inside the school main office. 

A woman in her mid-40s was behind a large desk. She was frantically typing on her computer. 

Myungsoo cleared his throat. She looked up, startled. “Omo!” She was slightly taken aback from his handsome features. “Yes, can I help you?”

Myungsoo squeezed your hand. “Ne~, I’d like to enroll my girlfriend in this school. She will be a senio