My thoughts raged in various degrees of affection and obsession and stalkerishness – and yes I know that it’s not a word – as I pretended to study a rather voluminous anatomy textbook over my extra-large cup of something or the other. ~

~ 'Seriously! How is it that he manages to get cuter every time I see him? With those lost looking puppy-dog eyes!'

This is my daily routine; spend a ridiculous amount of time and money to buy clothes and accessories that made me look like I didn't care about the way I looked and go to the little cafe next to the university library with books fatter than my cat. – Seriously! The book actually weighed a little under 12 pounds, while Isshi-kun was a perfect 10. It shocked the living daylights outta me when I saw the scale. – I drank an extra-tall, extra-whipped-cream, extra-sugar caramel macchiato that I had to run an hour on the treadmill to burn. Ps. I hate the treadmill.

‘So, why stuff yourself with cream in the first place?’ one might ask.

Then I’d have to answer, “cuz healthy girls are their style.”

Or at least the ones whose food adjectives consists of more than 'salad' , 'diet', 'non-fat'. 'non-meat', & 'sugarless'.

"Idiot!" one might label me. But what can I do? I'm in love. Idiocy comes with the territory.

Honestly even I would've called myself an idiot had I seen me a year back. After all, Love is the prime cause for the endemic of 'gross stupidy' among the population of our great nation. Yet people can't seem to say no to it.

‘Why?’ I'd wonder. ‘So why try so hard to lose the already few marbles you have in the first place?

They wish for it on a non-existant fat grandpa on Christmas; they wish for it on the illusion of a heveanly body burning into it's own destruction; they wish for in the cyclic rotation of the planet around the sun; they wish for it on their own detached lashes!

'Oh the idiocy! It hurts. Please make it stop!'

Yet, now, even I have fallen prey to the endemic of gross idiocy.

This happened with the entry of six asses into my life – those wonderfully, sweet DERPS with the most charming smiles and the cutest eyes and hottest voices who made my IQ fall to a two digits. 

'Right now, who cares if I look stupid! As long as I can laugh it off with him by my side, it’s all good.'

But before that, I need to find out who will be the ONE.

- Can't date four guys together now can I? -

So until I know, I need to gather intel on all of them... more importantly, I need to keep the front clear. 

- Don't think I don't notice the look other girls them. Dumb s! - 

Anyway, here's me, Song Roomi, -  a shy (don't laugh) 21 years old, second year medical student at Seoul University - showering my undying love on the boys on the other end of the room. Even if they doesn't quite know it yet.

I wonder what fun lies ahead!

Set in AU

Occasional Foul Language/Cursing