(Naran's POV)

Its been almost 2 weeks since I sent the USB..

My eyes scan over the heads of student. Everyone is staring intensely at their paper, hands scribbling at a steady pace. I look down at the blank piece of paper in front of my face. I read over the writing prompt again. 

What are your goals in the future and how are you going to achieve that goal?

I let out a small sigh. What is the good of writing down goals if I know I can't follow my passion. Putting one earbud in my right ear, my sight pierce through the scool's dirty window.

My eyes land on the track field. I see people huffing, their chest heaving up and down, trying their best to beat their own record last quarter. I wonder how tan they'll get later.. A group of girls standing in a circle, talking to each other. One of the girl says something as she rolls her eyes, the others make an exaggerated face in respond. How do they do that every single time.. 

As my hand search around for my phone, I accidentally hum along with the song out loud, gaining looks from people. "Sorry, my bad.."

Sarangiran apeugo apeun geot yeah

Ibyeoriran apeugo deo apeun geot gatae 

Niga eopseumyeon nan andoe geot gata

Saranghaejwo saranghaejwo

Dasi nae pumeuro wajwo

(Love hurts and hurts again

Goodbyes hurts and hurts even more

Without you I don't think I can do it

Please love me, please love me

Please come back to my embrace)

- Love is not over by BTS

Ahh.. My feels.. Can't believe my oppa wrote this song.. I wonder who is the girl that caused my oppa to feel this way.. Well, whoever she is, she lost her chance. I smile as I examine