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yeeun's pov.

at the library after school, i was too distracted to study. how could i when yeosang and hanyu were all i could think about?

yeosang has been extra loving lately. maybe it's because of hanyu, i don't know. hanyu has also been affectionate lately, and it's all just so confusing. it didn't help that they seemed to hate each other.

so instead of reviewing my math equations, i watched k-dramas on my phone. i was only halfway through the episode when someone tapped my shoulder rapidly.

i pulled out my earbud, and looked up to see yeosang. i smiled gladly, "hey there."

"hey, peach. looks like you're studying hard, huh?" he joked and took one earbud for himself, sitting beside me.

i blushed so, so hard as yeosang hit play. i watched yeosang's face carefully as he looked over my shoulder. he cringed at cute parts and sometimes smiled to himself.

when i looked back down at my phone, there was a cliché scene where the boy put his hands on the wall behind the girl. i covered my eyes while yeosang laughed out loud. this was so embarrassing.

"aish, girls like this? guys do this stuff all the time!" yeosang scoffed, sitting back and crossing his arms.

i shrugged and said, "it's entertaining..."

yeosang looked at me with a smile on his face. he stood up and began to shove my books into my bag, packing up. i raised my eyebrow as i asked, "what are you doing?"

"i'm gonna take you on a date." he told me bluntly. "i don't think you're gonna reject, so let's go."

i rolled my eyes at the cocky boy. something bright sparked in my mind, and i decided to ask, "what if i have plans with hanyu?"

yeosang stopped everything he was doing and put down my bag into a seat again. he began to stride towards me fast while i backed up as well.

he was recreating that scene we watched from the drama by putting his hands by my head and trapping me in between the wall. yeosang craned his neck down with his lips partly separated. i was in heaven.

a wave of shyness flooded me, so i looked down and bit my lip as people around squealed and talked about us. yeosang still stared straight into my eyes, seemingly piercing me.

"i don't want you to eat with hanyu."

i stuck my tongue out as i protested, "why?"

yeosang scoffed and bent down a little so we were at the same height. "because... i don't want you to."

his breathing was synced with mine, and we were so close that i felt it.

i abruptly questioned, "have you ever kissed anyone before?"

this made yeosang chuckle. great, now he knew what i was thinking. he answered, "are you crazy? of course i have, even elementary kids do that."

"oh," is all i could respond. apparently i didn't know what was going when i was in elementary.

my heart beat fast. he took his hand off the wall and put it in my hand. smiling, yeosang grabbed my bag and we headed off to eat.

"yeosang," i peeped, my hand burning from his touch. "who did you kiss?"

yeosang chuckled and asked as he turned to look at me, "you really wanna know?"

i nodded. yeosang sighed and told me, "i had four - no five - five girlfriends in the past. why? wanna be part of the list?"

i bit my lip and looked down. "i don't know..."

yeosang chuckled as he took my hand in his, "don't worry, i won't make you wait long. you'll be the last anyway."

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