Chapter two
Don't let go of my hand ! [ EDITING ]
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chapter two
an old friend
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I could recognize that voice out of a million one, turning around I saw Woo Bin leaning on the wall.
“Not happy to see me?” he smirked arrogantly as always.
“Yah Kim Woo Bin, what are you doing here?” irritation could be heard from my voice. I had finally managed to transfer to the other side of Seoul and he still followed me, that was just incredible.
“How could I not be here? You suddenly transferred school, I had a hard time finding you!” he answered as he smirked.
“If I left without saying a word you should have understood!” I couldn’t stand seeing him; I walked away pulling Junho by his arm with me.But my steps were stopped by an arm on my shoulder that pulled me back.
“Yah, Lee Eun Ju, who the hell do you think you are talking to? I didn’t finish so stay put! That's not a way to treat your...” as I was going to pull his arm of me, I saw Junho grabbing Woo Bin’s arm.
“I don’t know who you are and what happened between you two. But, if the girl says she doesn’t want to talk to you, you shouldn’t force it.” Junho showed his cute eye smile. I couldn’t help but find him charming as he tried to protect me. Still, Woo Bin wasn’t the kind of guy to get scared easily but he did something I hadn't expected.
He turned around with an evil smile on his face and walked away, “I will see you soon you two” he said before turning at the corner of the street. “What did he mean by that?” I mumbled to myself.
“Are you okay?” Junho raised a brow a bit worriedly. “Ooh, yeah I’m fine don’t worry about that, Woo Bin still can’t let go of the past” I didn’t want to get deeper into it, so I changed the conversation.
“Thanks, for dropping me home. I will see you tomorrow my house is just there.”
I pointed at the red door a few meters further. It was a small house, but enough for my dad and me. He looked at the door and smiled once again “fine, here,” he handed over my bag, “ I will see you tomorrow don’t be late"
He turned to leave but stopped and looked back, "Right, I didn’t get your phone number.” He grabbed my cell phone that was half hanging out of my jacket and saved his number in it. "Hurry, go,' he winked before leaving this time for real. My father wasn’t home yet. He worked hard to provide for everything we needed, it was just the two of us and we did pretty good on our own. I s
aw the dishes from this morning in the sink and decided to wash them before he would get home. “You got a message.” I should change this tone so out-dated
I looked at my phone and didn’t recognise the ID. “My one and only”
"Don’t tell me… Junho?" I mumbeled to myself glancing a few times at my phone before opening the text.
[Do you like how I saved my number ^^]
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