His name is Park Chanyeol.

He is a senior by a year than me.

He is tall, I don’t have to describe how tall is he because everyone who have eyes could see it clearly.

They said he is handsome which intensely I agreed on.

He has a good sense of humor I believe, I’ve heard one of his jokes like, “I think chicken first then egg, who would incubate egg if there is no chicken?” and I was about to laugh loud when I bit my lips. But, I still couldn’t accept the fact that all of my friends said my humor sense is that bad.

There would be a lot of people around him wherever he was going. He would greet one after another with that cheeky smile of him, of course only the ones he knows.

“Hello, senior Chanyeol.” is something I had been saying to him everytime I met him, whether it was the school hallway, the library, the class, the cafetaria, even the yard. Yet, he never replied it. Probably he never listened to my voice, or the worst, he couldn’t listen to it.

Because there were no reasons for him to listen to a junior. A junior he probably doesn’t know that I’m one of his juniors. A normal student like me.

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