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light angst, slice of life

The heart fluttering feeling accompanied by a zoo raging in her stomach is back. It's stronger this time, because there is a close proximity between them existing as of the moment. But even as he moves away two seconds later; walking to the other direction with his friends - the sweet, sweet, sweet feeling of admiration is still found somewhere in her anatomy. 

Her friends tell her to just go for it, talk to him, or else they'll be setting her up soon whether she wanted it or not. But she tells them 'no'. She doesn't want to look desperate. And besides, there was no real harm in having this sort of affection towards him; the sort where her hearts explode every time she sees a glimpse of him.

It's raining the next day and in the afternoon, her friends sport floral skirts and floral crowns and plain shirts and she's the odd one out but she never really cared about that. There's this celebration and there are all these booths and she's being pushed towards one she doesn't particularly like. 

"Are you all serious?" is what she says to them. They nod in unison, as if they had planned that too. 

"Come on, Miyoung. The booth's almost closing anyways."

"It's raining," she wants to say. But really, she doesn't mind the rain. The clouds, the cold, the raindrops tracing her skin - she loves it all. Her hand is being lifted up and despite the puddle of raindrops on her wrist, the chain stays in place and then one of her friends hold it as they find her 'prince charming'.

But they don't need to find him, he's already walking their way with a friend of his. Her e