Day 16.

Well, just look at Myungsoo, trying to make it all up to me. The prank pulled me into a state where my throat has ripped into a perfect half. My nose is leaking, alike to a sewage pipe.

What is with sewage and me?

Side note, Sungyeol called me a ninja and he had compared me to the lifeless doll, Kim Jae Rin. Myungsoo wanted to sneak her into our dormitory. He said that he would find a way to bring her in.

See the door? The one that leads to the school’s exit? I’m taping it with black tape. Powerful. Sealable. A beautiful, in your face “out of bounds warning” dedicated to that pretty little face. No way on god forgiving earth, am I letting her in. Who the hell does she thinks she is, stepping into an all-boys boarding school? The nerves.

Oh wait (ha-ha), I’m no better.

It’s not that I want to be stuck in here anyway.

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Park Niel and Myungsoo argued again.
A part of me wanted to come clean and make up, be friends or we can just deal with the idea of ignoring one another’s presence.

He’s strong-headed.
I’m equally hot-tempered.

Woohyun tried to stop us from landing a punch on one another’s faces.

Specifically, me.

I wanted to bruise him. He messed with my head. He messed with my emotions. He pushed me away when I had tried to advise him, the other night. Right now, as confusing as it is, he's pulling me back into his life.

What about drawing a line against one another, Myungsoo?
You told me to stay away from you.
Did you forget that?

Thank you for slamming the door on me, again.
Be glad that I didn’t retaliate and ram it into your handsome face, Myungsoo.

Dear Woohyun, thank you for the knitted sweaters. It kept me warm, in the cold summer night. Dear Sungyeol, thank you for the earl grey tea. It cleansed my throat. Dear Myungsoo, thank you for you have offered to bring me to the doctor.

Thank you for all the arguments.
Thank you for the confusion.
Thank you for the dormitory complications.

Day 17.

Byunghun asked if I have developed any feelings towards any of the boys here. He kept insisting that I would fall for either one of my dormitory buddies.

Boys are messed up.

Park In-Na’s heart is aching out like a shipwreck.

He doesn’t see me.

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• Stuff Jae Rin into a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, remove the gold and donate it to charity. Put her slender body inside the pot, cover it with a good lid and we can all live in peace. If it all fails, try rolling the pot to the Hans River. It won’t sink. Trust me. We learn about density in school, right? She’s light.

• Tie her with a rope and stuff ice cream into her face. Apparently, she’s weight-conscious. Get mint and chips. She hates them.

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Ji’s in town and he wants me to meet him. The boys have dragged me to be a part of their Friday Outing. Jae Rin is stuck in dormitory room 143. Myungsoo and her are still arguing over their relationship hurdles. Oh well, she’s complaining about how the naughtiest girl and her accomplice, Byung-hun has been sent out of Seoul High.

Quoting Sungyeol – “either this two lovebirds settle their problems, get their together or break up.”

It’s ing two in the morning.
I was supposed to sneak out to the boarding school’s cooking room for a certain surprise.

Heard of this famous old saying? Hitting two birds with one stone?

Lovebirds - shut the up.
I will do it, literally, with a god damn stone.

Or a boulder.