A few days passed and I still didn’t contact him. I don’t know why but my heart keeps on refusing from contacting him. “Take it or you’ll regret”. Suho’s words echoed in my mind. What’s going on actually? I walked towards the cafeteria before I bumped into Youngji. “Where are you going?” she asked as she keep in pace with me. “Café” I replied a word. And we walked together.

“You walk too fast, darling” she complained. “It is you who’s too slow” I replied, my coffee without even looking at her. “Tss” she sighed. “So, what you’re going to do this holiday?” she spoke again. “We don’t have any class?” I replied with a puzzled face. “Yah Hana ah, until when do you want to study?” Youngji answered me with an annoyed face. I rolled my eyes.

There we are. Park Youngji. Who is always beside me when I need someone to lean to. She’s caring, cheerful and mostly, cute. Looking at her flawless face ease my wrecking heart, sometimes. To be honest, she’s prettier than me. Serious. She knows everything about me, every inch of me, understands me a lot, and a very easy-going person. We’re friends for about 4 years maybe? I don’t really remember the first time I look at her.

I entered my mansion with a tired face. I don’t really be happy these few days. I don’t know why. By the way, yes. I lived in a mansion. Why? Our father bought this mansion for us, for me and my brother. He didn’t give us the permission to live at the dormitory. Nan molla. He bought it and