▲ Persistence

“Chanyeol!” A dude shorter than him by a few inches called.

Turning his head, he saw his friend and grinned at him. “Suho!” Chanyeol observed his features. Dark circles were forming under his eyes – must be what he get from working too much considering he’s the school’s president. “You seem weary”, he said flipping a candy in his mouth.

“What can I say? I need to fulfill my duties as the president.” He shrugged coolly. “Anyway, do you have time?”

He checked his wristwatch before turning to Suho. “Yeah. Why? Need any help?”

“Actually I do and –”

“Suho!” A petite female student called interrupting the lad. “The dean needs you.”

“Oh. Sorry Chanyeol. I have to go,” he said as he ran to the dean’s office. “Duty calls! Maybe next time.” He yelled from afar.

“Sure.” Chanyeol replied shrugging before he made his way to the canteen.

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The typical high school atmosphere brushed through her senses as she walked through the hallway. For the outfit of the day, she wore a floral dress with a cardigan on top, matched with slightly heeled shoes. Scanning her from head to toe, someone would probably mistake her as a nice innocent daddy’s little girl. Well in fact, it was the other way around. She enjoyed it – portraying a façade completely opposite of what’s quite expected of her. She liked it when people make the wrong judgment. It gave her a sense of victory.

Inserting the coins in the vending machine, and clicking the button, she waited for the soda of her choice to drop. Unfortunately, the vendo seemed to have a problem. Instead of letting her soda fall off, it stayed, stuck at its usual spot. “Yah! Stupid vending machine. Give me my soda.” She yelled at the machine as if it could understand her. “Not giving me, eh?” Her eyebrow twitched. “We’ll see about that.” Her body fumed with anger. She clenched her fist and punched the machine. The soda unknowingly fell from its spot. Hearing the sound of the soda as it hit the ground, her frown immediately diminished to a smile.

She crouched down to pick up her drink but someone snatched it from her. “I’ll take that.”

Who could this annoying brat be? She faced the ‘thief’ and saw the same person who kept bugging her yesterday. “You again.” She crossed her arms and raised a brow at him.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why is that whenever we meet you always say that? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He grinned, holding the soda up high.

She struggled to reach it, jumping up to take it from him. Unfortunately, his long arms, in addition to