"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows. Seulgi isn't into poetry books, but Yerim said this book is very very good. So, she read it anyway. 

Voices in our head.

"Didn't we always ask, am I good enough? And the answer is always no. Why? We always want something more; something like somebody else's. That's why we always looking for something because we see through our eyes."

Seulgi shakes her head, "Wow, never thought that bratty kid read such a—"

"I'm sorry," someone's voice interrupted, next thing she know a warm liquid run over her skirt.

What a great morning, Seulgi talks to herself. 

"No, I'm sorry" She smiled at the young man, but his expression doesn't change a bit. Seulgi erased that big smile from her face.

"Taeyong! Taeyong!" A tall guy ran towards them, Seulgi bit her inner cheek. 

He looked like he was out of breath, "What are—" He glanced at Seulgi, back to the Taeyoung or Tae who, Seulgi didn't bother to remember his name, to be honest.

", your skirt—"

"Oh! This is okay!" or no at all.

"Taeyong, say sorry to her"

Seulgi can't help but blink once, or twice. She waited for a simple sorry, but all he can do is hissed. "I already said it, I won't repeat it"

"Yong,"

"John," 

"No, it's really okay, sir. I mean—"

"Let's go! What are you waiting for?" 

The tall guy let out a single sigh, "Here is my card, and my name is Johnny! I know it's— Okay, If you want a new skirt, just call me. Bye!"

Seulgi stared at her yellow plaid skirt, "Maybe it's your memory, my lovely skirt"