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joha's pov.

at the end of classes on my first day, everyone was allowed to talk. my friends were oh-so conveniently located on the other side of the room, so i had no one to talk to.

instead, i busied myself with watching the beautiful new boy sitting near me. he seems so interesting, the way he's so confident and yet mysterious.

then he turned to me, his big eyes meeting mine. i gulped and looked away awkwardly.

"hi," he waved. "i'm wooyoung."

"joanah," i nodded. wooyoung smiled and looked at me up and down, "i'll call you joha."

"why? i like my name..."

wooyoung giggled. he stood up from his seat and hovered near me, bending down to my ear. he whispered softly, "because i like you."

[ the korean word 'joha' (좋아) can
be roughly translated into english as
'i like something/someone' ;;););););;) ]

i scowled and i pushed wooyoung back, "yah, i just met you."

"and i just met you. isn't that crazy?"

i rolled my eyes and turned around. if he wasn't so good looking, i'd beat him the hell up right now.

"j-just—" i sighed.

"j-j-just what?" he mimicked my stuttering and giggled annoyingly. this rude hoe...

"i already can't stand you."

"you don't need to stand, i'll carry you." he winked. literally winked.

"shut up," i groaned. he made me feel like an idiot because i couldn't decide if he was being a flirt or a bully... or both?

"make me." his soft eyes started to feel sultry. i felt so vulnerable. god, what is wooyoung doing to me?

thankfully the bell rang, and wooyoung turned soft again. he smiled and pat my shoulder. "talk to you later, babe. oops, i mean joha." he smiled and giggled his little high pitched laugh.

i sighed and tried to ignore the oddly warm and ticklish feeling in my heart right now.

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