INTRODUCTION

Hi. I am Kim Jonghyun. I am good-looking and charismatic, totally (you have to believe me). I am not very smart, but I am not stupid either, except in these two subjects; math and math. For my personality, I think I am easy going type of person so that’s why I have so many friends, both males and females. And so sometimes, not sometimes, scratch that, often my female friends have mistaken my kindness as liking. It makes them think that I have special feeling towards them, but sorry to say, I don’t. Maybe if they are pretty enough to catch my attention, I will show some affection towards them. But, I don’t know. I have this tendency to play around with a girl’s heart. And because of that, many girls call me a jerk or playboy. But, it’s okay. I am proud to be one. Playboy does have special charms, right?

This story is about my high school days with my friends. I really enjoy this part of my life; experiencing and learning new things, hanging out with friends, playing various games and sports, rebelling, and many other cool things. These days are my glory days, if I could say. So many things happened at that time that make me want to go back and rewind everything. And what makes me more enjoying those days is because of my best friends; my 90-liners, who go through a lot of things together with me and teach me what best friends really are.

Let me introduce them all to you.

This is Kris. The first member of 90-liners.

He’s handsome, isn’t he? Okay, maybe I should have posted more attractive photos to prove it to you, but my ego took me over (Sorry Kris, this is my revenge). Truthfully, he’s perfectly handsome; he’s tall, cool, attractive, and all. But it really annoys me. I couldn’t accept the fact that he’s more handsome than me. Because do you know what? Although we are best friends, we are also a rival. A rival in term of the Casanova title (honorary title, isn’t it?). I am a playboy and a jerk, and so he is (or so I thought). But, the girls never have the same point of view with me; they never think Kris as a playboy or a jerk. I believe he has this some special technique in winning the girl’s heart. But in spite of my disliking towards his handsomeness, I still love him as a best friend. I really do. Maybe, he looks cold from the outside, but actually he’s really a warm person if you learn more about him. I really like him because of that.

And this is my first meeting with him.

Flashback

This is my first day as a senior high school student. I was a little bit nervous actually, because I didn’t have a friend who went to this school. I had just moved to Seoul and I was the only one from my junior high school who got accepted in this Seoul International High. But, I tried hard to stay calm because I had to keep my image as almighty Kim Jonghyun, although they surely didn’t care and didn’t know at all about my title in previous school, but I wanted to give them a strong impression. I walked slowly towards the announcement board to find my class. And soon, I saw a bunch of students were all jostling and struggling to search their own name. I was just looking at them nonchalantly; I was too lazy to be excited like that. After a while, the throng of new students gradually lessened and finally I could see my name. Kim Jonghyun – 1C.

When I found my class, it’s already full of students. I wandered my eyes through every corner of the class to search some empty seats and I could only find one. It’s at the very back of the class. I was glad to find that seat, for me, it’s perfect; because I didn’t actually pay attention to the lessons. I walked towards the empty seat as I looked carefully at my classmates one by one, trying to find someone whom I thought could befriend easily. I took a seat and then tilted my head to my right side, and I saw a guy who bowed his head on the table. Although I couldn’t see his face, I could sense what kind of guy he was. He surely was not interested at all of this school-thingy, same like me. I kept watching him from head to toe, but then he lifted his head and yawned, distracting me from my CIA action. But he totally didn’t realize that I kept looking at him until he finally turned his head towards my direction. I hastily plastered a smile for avoiding any suspicion, like maybe he thought I was interested in him, and stretched out my hand to pass him a handshake.

“Hi. I am Kim Jonghyun. You can call me Jjong. Nice to meet you.” I tried to be nice to him, but he just replied my words with, “Kris.” While returning my handshake.

Recess time was finally here. I asked Kris to eat together in the school cafeteria as he was the one and only friend that I knew for now. He accepted my invitation and followed suit behind. I excitedly ordered my favorite food, which was fried chicken, and a medium cola, and Kris? He ordered nothing.

“Don’t you want to eat something? Aren’t you hungry?” I asked him curiously. Okay, I admitted that I wasn’t excited to go to a new school like he was, but I didn’t look as lifeless as he was. He barely talked and he didn’t eat. What kind of human was he?

“I am not hungry.”

I heaved a deep sigh, slightly began to feel annoyed because of his brief talks. “So, which school are you from?” I questioned him once again. I’d rather talk for one whole day rather than be dead because of this awkward silence.

“You won’t know even if I tell you. I am from Guangzhou, China. Have you ever heard about it?” He answered nonchalantly without even looked at me, only focused on his phone.

My anger and annoyance reached the red bar and I couldn’t hold it any longer. When I was about to yell at him, my precious fried chicken came and successfully toned down my emotions. I jumped into the pleasure of eating right away and forgot my intention to yell at him. Truthfully, I wanted to eat all of these chickens by myself, but because I still was a kind human who cared for others, I let my pride down and offered him my food. “Do you want some?”

He looked at my precious chicken with this indescribable-gaze, which I assumed more than like a disgusting one. Then he said, “Chicken isn’t my style.”

His answer left me dumbfounded. I was this close to bury my head on the ground. Really. “Heol.” It’s the only word that slipped out of my mouth. I regretted my decision to offering him my food. I mentally slapped my face twice.

After some time, he asked me a question that never crossed my mind he would throw at me, even for slightly, especially after hearing his answer just now. “Is it delicious?” And I saw him gulp down his saliva.

I tried really hard to hold back my laughter. ‘He’s from unknown galaxy. No doubt.’

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Second member, Im YoonA.

She’s really pretty. Yes, yes I know. For the first glance, I admit she’s truly beautiful. Even, she’s the first girl who grabs my attention. But for the second, third, fourth, she’s not that beautiful anymore. Her attitude will make you regret to have a thought that she’s pretty. Okay, maybe it’s only me who thinks like that. And I have to tell you one or two things about her that makes me call off my initial intention to make her mine. First, she has tomboyish personality. I know it’s nothing wrong with it, but I don’t like this type of girls. I like the feminine one. And her? She likes to laugh with her big alligator mouth and eat like a person who doesn’t eat for the whole three days. Definitely not my type. Second, she’s a prankster. And I don’t like this because she could beat me out with her childish pranks and I hate to be defeated. In conclusion, she’s more suited to be one of my best buddies than my girlfriend. But Im YoonA is really a good friend. She has a womanly side of her, too. She always takes care of us, the guys of 90-liners, genuinely. From the general things like homework to the personal matter like our love life, she takes care them all. She’s like our wife, who will always be there for us. And we couldn’t imagine what will happen to our friendship if she isn’t there. ‘I love you, Yoong.’

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