Lee Soyeon (You)

18 years old ; The Beautifully Innocent

Kim Jongin

18 Years old; The Charming Cassanova

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You gaze outside through the window as you trace swirls on the desk with your fingers.  Your classmates in the background chatters as the substitute read her leisure book. She’s lucky, getting paid for doing absolutely nothing.

“Who do you think is the only person in this school that hasn’t been in a relationship?” Krystal asked loudly. 

“Uh, Choi Dayoung?” A girl replied, uncertain

“I don’t think so.” Krystal giggled. “Remember, she hooked up with the nerd in Biology?” 

“Oh yeah, totally!” The dumbfounded girl agreed. “Then, what about Kim Nana?”

“No, Think harder.” Krystal growled. “She’s in this class.”

The class grew quiet and Krystal smirked. She was the type that every girl adored and the type that all guys wanted.  She was unfortunately in your Psychology Class along with her group of girls.

“Oh, duh.” The girl giggled. “Lee Soyeon.”

A couple of snickers came from your classmates as the girls high-fived each other. You felt pairs of eyes burn through your skin as you slouch down into your seat. Footsteps approach you, hoping it didn’t belong to Krystal. But of course, like always, you were wrong.

“Isn’t that right Soyeon-shi?” Krystal asked innocently. She crossed your arms in front of you as you tilted your head up at her.

“It doesn’t matter.” You mumbled to yourself.

She laughed as her pink lips. “Only fools think it doesn’t matter. Just admit it, Soyeon-shi. You have never been with a guy your whole existence.” 

The girl beside her giggled as she on a red lollipop and you stayed as quiet. Krystal lowered her hands on your desk, placing her lips closer to your ear.

“You are so pathetic.” She whispered only audible to your ears only.

And with that you stood up and walked out of class and to the place where you felt comfortable.

The rooftop.