Illusion
Description
I'm your average teenager. Dull, boring, and average. I'm good at anything, but I'm not the best. I'm cold as Antarctica and ignorant like I can't hear anyone.
Why? Because I thought I had the best life a person would have. I had a perfect family, I had the love of my life, I was contented. I thought it would last forever.
Guess not.
Taehyung left me for a , my father, who is the only breadwinner in our family, was in the middle of where pigs fly, and my grades dropped.
I was wrecked and then what's bad is no one seemed to hear me except my mother and my bestfriend, Wendy.
I wasn't planning on letting another person come into my life and open up.
Until Hankyeong University introduced Luhan, who was the ultimate campus crush even though he was just new, oozing with charm and someone who you would be head-over-heels for.
Only, he was some kind of an , a jerk and an egotistical, hormonal boy. Who is really annoying.
I can see my life getting worse, with him around.
But the boy showed me so much that he proved me wrong.
I don't know if this is just an illusion or sincerity bursting out of his heart.
Foreword
Author's Note
Hi! I'm KrystalPinkFrappe, and thanks for visiting this story. This is not my first story, actually I have an old account here in AFF, and I decided to create a new one since I pretty much abandoned my old account and I honestly forgot my password.
To be honest, I don't really ship Irene x Luhan, and I haven't heard of any shipping about them. It's just that, in my opinion, they are a cute couple. So please bear with my characters.
Well, that's what I could say, enjoy this story and let it take you to different worlds. xx
PROLOGUE
roses are red
violets are not blue
meet me at the rooftop at seven
yes it's you.
What stupid creature would write this poem? And who would meet me up at seven!?
I threw the paper out of my locker and crumpled it.
"I almost killed myself writing that poem, show some appreciation." A voice behind me made my blood boil and was about to throw my fist at his face but thought of my reputation.
"Do I look like I care? Oh wait, let me search everywhere to find my concern."
"Your eyes are blind when it comes to that thing."
I sighed.
"That's not the point. Are you stupid!? Seven pm!? Who do you think is still in this school at that time!?"
"The dance club and the school paper committee."
"Well, too bad, I don't dance and I don't plan on contributing to the school paper. So, back off. I have some paperworks to finish."
Luhan blocked me and I came face-to-face with his stupid chest that everyone wants to get their hands on.
Then he leaned in lower, close to my ear and whispered in a husky voice.
"You owe me a promise, girl. You said you would play football with me."
Oh right, that 'agreement' we had that he was asking me when I was in a rush.
And when I'm in a rush, you can't ask me because I only say yes. And I'm not the one to break promises.
I glared at him.
Then he was about to stride off when he stopped and leaned in closer to me again.
"One more thing. You dance, I saw you, and you write, so shut up, I'm fed by your lies." Then he winked and disappeared.
Damn everything.
Characters
IRENE - A PLAIN SCHOOL GIRL FROM HANKYEONG UNIVERSITY, 19 YEARS OLD. 'PERFECT' AS ANYONE WOULD DESCRIBE HER, SHE BECAME COLD AFTER HER 'FOREVER' LEFT HER. A+ GRADES, PRETTY AND CONSISTENT IN EVERYTHING. SHE HAS ONE SISTER, ISAIAH AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HER FATHER AFTER HE DISAPPEARED.
LUHAN - AN EXCHANGE STUDENT FROM CHINA TO HANKYEONG UNIVERSITY, 20 YEARS OLD. CHARMING, HOT AND EYE CANDY, HE ENTERS HANKYEONG WITH A BANG. NATURALLY AN EGOTISTICAL JERK.
WENDY - IRENE'S ONE AND ONLY BESTFRIEND THAT COULD BE ANNOYING AT TIMES, AN EXCHANGE STUDENT FROM CANADA SINCE THIRD GRADE. BUBBLY, CHEERFUL AND LOUD, SHE'S BEEN FRIENDS WITH IRENE A YEAR AFTER SHE TRANSFERRED. 20 AND HAS AN AFFAIR WITH LAY.
TAEHYUNG (V) - IRENE'S EX-BOYFRIEND, 21 YEARS OLD AND THE LEADER OF ARGYLE, THE SCHOOL'S FOOTBALL VARSITY TEAM. HIS CURRENT GIRLFRIEND IS SARAH KIM. OFTEN INVISIBLE IN CLASSES, AND SEEN AT THE FIELDS.
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