“ya ! eunhee! wake up”, eunjung yelled as i rolled around like a ladybug on its back, trying to get on its feet.

“mmm…” was the only answer i could give eunjung dongsaeng and i kept on rolling around. this caused my pink, hello kitty, blankie to fall on the cold hard floor. aigoo! i peeked at the dark brown wood; it starred back at me, gave me the chills, and dared me to set foot on it. i did, and holy fishcakes! it was cold~

then my mouth opened it self, “where are my pikachu slippers?!”

as i picked up my blankie, i saw eunjung walking out of my room in them. my brain told me to get them back, but my body told me to surrender. the feeling of defeat from your dongsaeng is never something that you ant to wake up too.

oppa then came into my room. “morning donsaeng!,” as he messed up my hair. as if i needed that, my hair was a mess enough. i didn’t mind though, he’s super cool. i knew he was just playing with me, just like forever. i just sat there criss-crossed as oppa left the room. 

i ended up sitting there for a couple minutes. oppa came in my room again and messed my hair once more.

“yah! wake up! today is the last friday of school, remember? it’s the best day of the school year! ”

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i didn’t want to go to school, especially when we’re not going to do anything. i wanted to go abroad. it’s because almost everyone in south korea that has been to high school knows oppa. and it never takes them long to realize that i’m his dongsaeng.

i hated being so known at school because of oppa so much though. it’s like i have a reputation as one of the coolest sophomores at school because he was one of the ‘legends’ of incheon high school. he was so known from our high school that he graduated from a year ago. it seemed to me that no one would ever forget him.  so i only respected people that he told me too. not his really, really, reeeaaalllyy, hot looks and aegyo when he wants to show it.

but i have to admit. he’s like my own personal superman.

i told him that once, but he said “one day you’re going to find your own, cutie”, as he played with my hair again.

i really can’t wait for “my own” superman. my heart is dying of suspense. but i’ve wondered what if i want him to be my superman? if i find a guy, he can be my partner, but will never be my super man.