introducing
park siyeon as kim yeonjoo

(she's such a cutie i love her sm)

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"hello class, we have a new student here today. she's a transfer from seoul school of arts."

that's probably the last thing i heard before my life turned upside down.

well, i might be exaggerating. hyeop heard that the new girl might be one of the hottest creature that has ever stepped foot on sopa, and we have seulgi-sunbaenim as a graduate. whoever she is, i plan not to take any interest on her, just like every girl in this school.

i have failed plan a.

plan b? ignore self-hysteria.

ah, fuck.

she wasn't anything special really, a girl with unarguably gorgeous hair and flawless skin, we got a lot of those in sopa. but her, she looked oddly familiar. recognizable, even. i knew i had ever encounter her in the past, even if it's just a simple introduction. "good morning, my name is kim yeonjoo. i'll work hard and i hope you can take care of me well."

the class gave her a sincere cheer. of course, they'd give that to someone attractive. but i can't help but bluntly kept my eyes on her, as if she had put a spell on me. i leaned on hyeop's shoulder. "have you ever seen her before?"

"yeonjoo?" hyeop shrugged. "dang, if i ever did, i would never forget such experience."

"she just looks.. oddly familiar, don't you think?"

"she looks like the female lead from that chicken advertisement." i glared at him. "what? it's true! and you're just overreacting, jihoon. if you do remember her, her name probably'd ring a bell. i bet you've never heard the name kim yeonjoo all your life."

strangely, it did ring a bell.

and strangely, i found myself crazy thinking about this.

i shook my head. "ah, forget it." i couldn't focus for the rest of the class.

-

as hyeop and i were about to go to the cafeteria to meet up with a couple of our friends, i saw yeonjoo organizing her locker alone, her locker being far off at the back; perks of being yeonjoo kim, a name that starts with a 'y'.

"don't you think it's weird though, she got in at senior year, i mean, that's not something usual in sopa." i reconciled, with hyeop taking no interest. "i thought they'd only take freshmen."

"perhaps the advantage of a seoul school of arts transfer."

i paused. "are you sure you've never seen her before? i spend 3/4 of my life with you, there's most likely that both of us has ever encountered her if i feel this tingly."

i notice that hyeop had enough of this. he groaned. "why don't you ask her yourself, then?"

i raised an eyebrow before heading towards her direction. "okay, i will."

"wait, you don't even know what you're doing." hyeop grabbed my wrist and held it tightly. "don't you forget that you're the school's heartthrob, jihoon. doing this is not only a mess to yourself but to her. imagine all the hate she'd get for hitting on the school's flower boy on the first day."

"it's just a simple hello. it won't be that bad-"

"you say that, but that's not what your aggressive sasaengs would think." i let go off his grip and continued walking towards her without listening to him. "jihoon, you're that capable! you're able to make hundreds of girls fight for you, produce jihoon's girlfriend 101! THAT'S a thing!" but surely i did not really got that into my concern.

i cleared my throat, the only thing separating both me and yeonjoo was just her locker door. "hello." i managed to squeak that one word. not bad.

yeonjoo closed her locker door and her eyes brightened once she saw me. "ah, park jihoon."

that's when my expectations went higher than the himalayas. "wait, you know me?"

"no, it's written there on your name tag."

and it fell deeper than the mariana trench. "haha, of course. you're kim yeonjoo, right?"

"yes. it's written here." she pointed at her name tag. "at the name tag." she said it ever so sarcastically. ah, she's so cute.

"yes, i mean— of course you're kim yeonjoo, you just introduced yourself an hour ago at class."

she tilted her head. "oh, you were in my class? i didn't notice."

boom, my heart broke into pieces. "well yeah i was there, second row to the back. you probably can't see me because i sat behind that giraffe gwangmyeong."

she nodded herself. "and you're here.. because?"

"oh just wanted to say hi." i bit my lip. "and i've been thinking.."

"hm?"

"have we met before, at a certain occasion, i suppose?" there goes the bomb. "because you look strangely familiar and it's killing me right now."

she shrugged lightly. "i don't know, it's up to you."

"huh?"

"you know, what you believe. have you ever met me? that's your question. but sadly i am ignorant enough not to give you the answer." she locked the door to her locker.

"so i've met you before, that's what you're saying?" i asked. "this is confusing."

"i've never told you that i've met you before. i'm just saying that it's only by your pure coalition to think we ever met before or not. besides," she smiled. "how could you forget someone like me if we ever did meet?"

"well this is me. remembering." she was about to leave when i stopped her. "wait,"

"what is it, park jihoon?"

i stopped. "can i at least.. show you around?"

she wheezed. "you're the last person i'd ask for explanation."

"how could you say that if you don't even know me?"

"well then park jihoon, based on my 2 minutes conversation i have perhaps learnt a lot about you more than you think." she embarked. "you're the school's heartthrob who's sadly not one for intellect and is very bad at making decisions. oh, and you hit on every girl at school for fun, which is something you know you're terrible at but you're doing it anyway." she clicked her tongue. "i'd rather ask for a brighter and a more reliable student, thank you very much."

"hey! i am.. a bright student." i paused. "at least i believe i am more experienced and have been previously educated more than you."

yeonjoo stepped forward, squinting her eyes. "are you degrading me?"

i blinked a few times. "well, i wasn't planning to at first but i guess," i place my arm on the locker coolly, shoving her off to the corner. "i guess i am."

i swore i was almost stuttering.

i swore she almost punched me in the face.

but other than that, she just sighed and turned back without saying a word. i sighed, just realizing how big of a dick i was before hyeop came bursting in.

"are you insane?!" he flicked my forehead and moved me too aggressively. "that's what you call 'hitting on a girl'? park jihoon, i know you're capable of doing horrible things but i didn't think you were this horrible. oh my god, you're such an idiot. you had to do that-"

i didn't listen to him. i was too busy thinking of other topics to debate on with that golden mouth yeonjoo.

whoever she was, i know that i've met her before.

-

jihoon's a pussy lmao