Red
Description
Red
Psychology says red is energizing.
It excites the emotions, raises your blood pressure and quickens your heartbeat.
The said color is also said to be good at stealing attention from other colors.
The color of youth, victory and so promising.
The color of royalty.
In Russia, the word for "red" means beautiful.
For me, it's Jung Jaehyun.
We all have that childhood nickname or joke that will make us annoyed or hate everyone who say it. I didn't have a particular nickname but theres this word or more likely, color that I used to hate. Yup. That's red. Not really hate hate but I think you get what I mean. The color would've been fine if not for my cheeks constantly burning in crimson red every single time.
Foreword
Breathe.
Calm down, Yumi. You still have 5minutes. Relax. You've planned this for so long, heck you've been preparing this for months, what could possibly go wrong?
Breathe.
Oh don't kid yourself Yumi—everything could go wrong. The way I walk could go wrong. Who knows, what if some bastard threw their banana peel on the floor that can cause me to instantly slam my back flat onto the floor. What if my mouth gets watery and shower it out when I speak?Speaking of speaking, what if my native-language accent comes up again that maybe could make me blurt out stuff I shouldn't. Oh crap.
Breathe.
Letter? Check. Chocolates? Check. Present? Check. Me? Oh god, no. I looked at the mirror in front of me and I look like a mess. Hair is all-over the place, big- eye bags and I'm sweating like a pig, yuck.
Breathe.
Wait. What the ? Is that a pimple? Ugh. On a regular basis, I wouldn't give any care if a newborn pimple wants to cradle on my face. BUT this day is an exception. I can't believe a pimple decided to nest at the right side of my cheek. I can't believe this! Why today.
Ugh, whatever. Get it together, Yumi.
After getting my self together I stare at the mirror one last time before the bell rings. I nervously walk out the door and look at my left. Trying to find that one tall figure who's supposed to be standing 10 meters away from me putting his books into his locker.
Still rooted on my spot, tiptoe and still search for him looking left and right from the crowd of students. Then my eyes finally lock into one familiar figure that makes me feel all nervous and want to go back to the restroom again.
There's no backing out now.
Gathering all my strength, I slowly walk towards his locker.
I inhale and exhale one more time to relax myself.
This is it Yumi.
"Jaehyun sunbaenim!"
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