Forelsket
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You know, being friends with two cute boys does have its benefits.
There's Kris. Kris is a golden boy in every way. He has dreamy black eyes and blonde hair that always looks perfect, even when it’s windblown or been tackle by any defender. He’s the boy every girl crushes on. The boy I get into trouble with, the boy I fight with, the hot midfielder no girl can resist, not even me. Being with Kris is like being on an adventure. He has a bright, contagious smile and abs to die for. He’s pretty much irresistible.
Equally crush worthy is Kai. Adorable, sweet Kai, who I have known since birth. Kai has dark hair, a perfect smile, big round black eyes, and the iest voice I have ever heard. He’s the boy I talk to every night before I go to sleep. The boy who rescues me, the boy who can read my mind, the boy who is always there for me, the boy who tries to keep me out of trouble, the boy who irritatingly keeps getting hotter, and whose strong arms always seem to find their way around me. And when he gives me that grin, I can never say no.
One boy will give me my very first kiss.
One boy will teach me to make out.
One boy will take me to the prom.
And finally, one boy will ask me to marry him.
They will both be my best friends.
But only one of them will be the boy I fall in love with.
Only one of them is forelsket.
Foreword
Kim Taengoo, Present day.
There are more things that I cared about. There were also things I didn’t want to lose.
-Moon Yujeong, Our Happy Time
“You arrogant son of a !” I say.
Well, perhaps I growl it. It’s hard to say for certain. When I’m in my “I’m-so-ready-to-explode” mode, I really can be out of control. But nevertheless, I absolutely can tell you this. I am fuming, smoke flying out of my ears, enrage as I take the engagement ring off my finger, shove it into his hand and march toward the stage. The march to the stage feels like it takes forever because you see, there’s a million thoughts running through my mind.
Did all these people come here because they really thought I’d say yes?
Or did they come for the fireworks of me saying no?
Do they wish us well?
Or hope to see us fail?
I reach the stage and tentatively walk out on it. One of the band members hands me a microphone, and I know I really need to say something to this people. Like hello, I can’t just stand there on the stage, holding a freaking microphone and don’t say anything? People might think I turn out to be mute out of the blue.
But then again, come to think of it, I may die of embarrassment.
Actually, I wish it were possible to die of embarrassment, then I could drop dead right now and I wouldn’t have to do what I am about to do.
Part of me wonders how in the world I got here to begin with. We have been friends for a really long time and then, about a week ago, miraculously, we finally decided to have a real relationship.
And well, it has been really incredible.
I mean, he is incredible in ways I hadn’t even imagined!
Okay, so I might have imagined it a little bit.
Anyway, as of about 6 minutes ago, we were out on a romantic first date. Then he had to go and blow the whole thing all to the deepest darkest hell by asking me to marry him.
Can you believe that? Like what the jfashfkjgkjgsjhdajsd?!
And if it isn’t unbelievable enough, he asked me to marry him on our first date, and he was so damned sure I’d say yes, he even planned this huge, surprise engagement party. Tonight. On our first date. Like, right now!
I shudder and mentally prepare myself for what I am about to do.
I have to tell everyone who came here tonight that there is NO WAY IN HELL I’m going to marry that boy!
Before I say the words, I glance at him, and my mind is transported back to the memory of my first kiss.
It’s where this all began, really.
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