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When Inhae thought that getting to college would make her getting to the stage where she was about to forget about Jongin – she was wrong.

Because when she entered college, she met someone name Park Sunyoung and that girl really had the love life like Inhae’s.

They become friends on the first class, among the awkward stares and smiles, they linked – maybe because they didn’t really have any friends to begin with, but they clicked well. One night, doing nothing at all and just stared at the white ceiling, they talked about themselves.

Sunyoung was very much like Inhae.

The girl had liked someone since primary school and had been friends since then and she had liked him since then, but he never like her back and just thought her as his own sister.

Inhae was there when the girl told her everything.

And Sunyoung was there when Inhae told her about Jongin.

Inhae thought that Sunyoung was pretty brave to confess her feelings to someone that she had adores for many years and she compares herself to her friend with a soft sigh.

Inhae could never be like her.

She was too afraid that Jongin would turn her down.

She was too afraid of rejection.

She loves him too much to feel that.

And she was afraid that she won’t hate on him even if he rejected her because she loves him too much.

She felt pathetic.

Jongin was out there, living his life and here she was, thinking about him.

Inhae didn’t remembered when she had log in to her Facebook, but when she did – it had too many notifications for her that she felt tired just by looking at it.

She didn’t really friends with the people from her school in the Facebook – because she doesn’t want to, but when she saw the requests from most of the people from her high school, she had accepted.

It won’t hurt anyone and just as she scrolled down the suggestions of friends, a name popped up that made her stilled for a while.

Kim Jongin.

Inhae had wondered how he is doing.

She pressed the name and stalked, of course. She just smiled whenever she saw his old pictures and sighed because – she missed him.

There was a little voice in her head. Just that annoying voice.

Should I send my friend request?

She glanced slightly at the icon.

It won’t hurt anyone.

Right?

She pressed it.

Every day, she would look at her phone – just to make sure that she would get the notifications of him approving. She needs that kind of reassurance. And just he did, on that Sunday night, Inhae felt her smile was so big that it started to hurts.

She looked at the now friends icon on her phone and smiled wider.

Jongin was online and Inhae was tempted.

So tempted.

Don’t do it.

Inhae had sent a simple hi.

Her hands were frozen of course, because she just did that and her breathing was fast. She shrieked and just turned off the phone, sliding it under her pillow so that she won’t be able to see anything.

Why did she do that?

Inahe was going crazy.

College was making her do crazy things.

Jongin wouldn’t even read her messages.

He won’t notice her.

Why would she send something like that?

She calmed herself down.

It’s okay.

It’s just a simple greeting.

She groaned.

No.

It’s not.

It’s the beginning of her suffering.

Jongin’s going to see that and he’s not going to reply and she would only be a laughing stock for him.

He’s going to see how awkward she was and how a fail she was.

But in the midst of that, she had this little hope that he would reply back and just by that hope, she grabbed her phone back, peeking through her one eye when she opened her phone back.

No notification.

She frowned, opening her Facebook back.

Jongin had log off without even reading her messages.

With a heavy heart, Inhae let out a bitter smile – just what she thought.