"Why didn't you tell me about your lover?", Jiae asked me. 

"He is not my lover.", I answered. Kim Myungsoo will never be my lover.

"Stop talking. Good thing he's change.", Jiae said. Then, she had a light bulb switched on in her head. "Could it be?", she asked.

"What?"

"He was just acting bad boy to show his affection."

"Hehe. No." If that's it, he's horrible at it.

"Come on, look at it. Bad boys are the it now."

"But, I'm not into bad boys."

"Yeah, me too.", she admitted. "I like guys who are very romantic."

"Hmm, yeah. I've noticed.", I said, looking for someone.

"Who you looking for?", Hyeomin asked, joining us.

"Oh, you know.", I said, eyeing Jiae.

"Pfft. Like, I'm interested in him.", Jiae said, trying to avoid my gaze.

"Sure.."

"Hyeomin giggled. "Whatever you say..", she said, joining in.

Most girls were crazy for him like how freshmen girls are crazy for Myungsoo. I'm not one of them. Woohyun is the hearthrob of the Seniors. He catches each girl's heart with his greasiness. I find it cute, but he's overdoing it too much. 

"ASDFGHJKL!", Jiae screamed. "He's over there! Bye Girls!" She ran away. Following the heart tracks from the man who she loves ever so much.

"Too bad, he's a Senior,", Hyeomin said. I nodded. "Well, I'll leave you, too. I'm crammimg English."

"Okay, bye."

I was left alone. Finally, peace and quiet. No girl who goes crazy over a boy. And no more---

"Yaejin-ah!", I was interrupted by the voice of my brother, calling. What now?

"Mwoya?", I asked, irritated.

"Annyeong, Yaejin-ssi.", Myungsoo greeted shyly. He was grabbed by the collar.

"Sandeul-oppa, what are you doing?", I asked.

"This guy here was looking for you.", he said, glaring at Myungsoo. Myungsoo looks away.

"Oppa, it was for a project we were doing.", I replied, making that an excuse. That reminds me of our real project...

"Oh,", he said, getting his hands off him. "Mianhae. I'll be going." Then, he left.

~Bell rings~

I get my stuff and go to the classroom.

"I'll carry your books for you.", Myungsoo suggested.

"A-ani.", I insisted." I can do it."

"No. I will do it.  Just let me. We're getting late."

I gave in ince he was right. We are getting late. We hurried to the classroom and the whole class went from doing nothing to busy as we did the project.

~~

"Oh, thank God, that's over.", Hyeomin rejoiced. "Good thing this is our last subject."

"Yeah.", I said, having trouble handling the materials for the project. "Hey, uh, can you help me with these?", I asked her.

"Hands full, too.",she replied. We're both full. God, why did it have to be so perfect?

"Then, just--" I was cut off by Sungjong getting everything from my hands.

"Hey, what about me?", Hyeomin asked him. "You're not helping me?"

He just shrugged. I laughed.

"That jerk.", Hyeomin said. "How come he only helped you?"

"Because I'm prettier.", I stuck my tongue out at her.

She scoffed. "In what world?"

"Whatever.", I said.

I went to the gate and found Sungjong with all the stuff. 

"Um, I'll get half of that.", I told him. He was about to, then, he saw that my hands were occupied with other stuff. He shook his head.

"It's okay. I can handle it.", I said. He shook his head again. "I said--"

"Annyeong, Yaejin-ah!", Myungsoo greeted, cutting me off. Then, he saw Sungjong. "Oh, annyeong, Sungjong-ssi." Sungjong bowed as greeting. Then, Myungsoo saw the things I'm carrying. "I'll bring that for you." 

Before I could respond, he got everything from me. Now, I've got no weight on my arms. These two boys are bringing all of it for me. We walked on our way home. My home.

"Why didn't you  bring your motorcycle to school?", I asked Myungsoo.

He shrugged. "School is near my house."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, well, I wish I brought it. Your house is so far."

I laughed. Sungjong was far ahead of us.

"Yah, Sungjong-ssi!", Myungsoo called. Sungjong stopped his tracks and turned back at us.

"Is your house near this area?", he asked. He nodded and continued walking,

"He really doesn't talk, does he?", Myungsoo asked.

"Yeah,", I answered. "But, in my dream, he did."

"You dreamt about him?", he asked. What did I just say?

"Uh,... yeah.", I answered, blushing.

He grinned. "Why?"

I sighed. "Remember the night you drove me home and the you asked about him?"

"... Yeah."

"Your fault."

"Oh, really? ", he said, laughing. "How about me?", he asked.

"What about you?", I aksed.

"Did you dream 'bout me?", he asked.

"You were in the same dream.", I admitted. Jesus. If he starts asking questions,...

"What happened in the dream?", he asked. I mentally slapped myself.

I didn't answer and decided to look straight.

"Why aren't you answering?", he asked. Then, his eyes widened. "Was it a dirty dream?"

", NO!", I shouted, my face was flushed red. "Sorry, but, hell, how'd did it become dirty?"

"You know...", Myungsoo said, quietly. "Like a... ."

"No! It was definitely not like that."

Myungsoo exhaled. "A second there, I thought it was."

"God, Myungsoo. What you were thinking was not even close to  what my dream was."

"Well, sorry."

"You should stop looking at those 'yadong'. ()", I said.

"How'd you know... I...?" he asked, blushing.

"I just do."

"Anyways, tell me about your dream.", he said, going back to the dream.

"I'd rather not."

"Please.", he pleaded. "Please.",he aegyoed. He looks so cute. I squealed in my mind.

"No." I said. "Let's just walk faster. My house is just right around the corner."

We arrived home. Sandeul arrived a few minutes later.

I thanked Sungjong and Myungsoo and they went their ways.

"What's with two guys?", Sandeul asked.

"They're just helping me with all these.", I said, directing to all the school stuff.

"Oh, really?", Sandeul raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah.", I answered. "Now, you help me bring these to my room."

"Nooooo!", Sandeul said, running away. But, did come back to help me.

"How come you're early?", he asked. "No work?"

"No work." I answered.

"Well, I'm beat.", I said. "I'm going to sleep now."

"Okay. Goodnight."

~~

Those guys. Sigh. What's up with them? They're both so... . I can't describe. 

Myungsoo is so different from Sungjong. Girls would like Myungsoo more, but I feel more attracted to Sungjong. I don't even mind him at all, but, he somehow catches my attention. Even when leaves classes at times. He doesn't go out often any more. He's still quiet or "Mute", as my brother's group and everyone in school calls him. He helps me a lot, too. Like, whenever I'm almost about to hurt myself accidentally, he always picks me up fast. He also has a poker face and it's so cute. It's almost like everyday, his mind wanders off to a deep space. I wonder what he's thinking.

Gosh, boys are so.... interesting.

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