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It was a sunny Monday.

You were trying to focus on the history lecture but your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the field. The memories of Saturday night slid back into your head and played like a film. *He seemed like a good guy but I guess he wasn’t.* You sighed.

“Song Yeojin.” Mr. Yoon called.

You whipped your head forward, “Y-yes, teacher?”

“Read the next line.” He ordered.

“Um,” You felt your cheeks redden. All eyes were on you.

*I knew I should have paid attention.* You only had yourself to blame. Before you could admit that you hadn’t been paying attention, the bell rang for lunch. Students scrambled off without a word. Mr. Yoon shut his book, “Pay attention next time, Yeojin.”

“Yes, teacher.” You bowed 90 degrees. You and Jiyeon headed to the cafeteria.

You sighed and put your hands in your pockets.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Nothing. I’m just tired.” You shrugged.

You and Jiyeon entered the crowded cafeteria and grabbed the lunch trays. After filling the trays with food, the two of you sat at your usual table. “I’ll go get some napkins.” Jiyeon left.

You pouted as you stabbed the dumpling. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with your food?” Someone asked.

You looked up, “Youngjae oppa.” He tossed napkins on your table, “For you. Don’t spill. Clumsy maid. Or should I say nun~” Youngjae gave you a little smirk.

Your face grew hot and red. You gripped onto your spoon and glowered at him, “Oppa, don’t you dare mention that day to anyone or- or-“

Youngjae bent down closely to your face, “Or what? What will you do? Not do my laundry for a month?”

You stuck your tongue out at him.

Youngjae lightly pushed down on your head and ruffled your hair, messing up your braids.

“Aish~ Youngjae oppa!”

“Eat.” He walked away.

You rolled your eyes and fixed your braids.

Jiyeon had seen the whole thing. *What is her relationship with these boys exactly? She says they’re just living together but they care for her and they’re always there for her. It’s like they’re her brothers or…boyfriends.* She warily sat in front of you, “Who was that one?”

“Mr. Know-It-All-And-Loves-To-Show-It-Off Yoo Youngjae.” You grumbled in irritation, “Annoying.”