❝ 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨.❞ A typical love story you might say. But what if this 'typical' turned out to have not just one plot twist? Secrets revealed, and broken hearts at an early age awaits for these ten young people...
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C H A P T E R 1 4 YEJI'S POV
IIt's the weekend, and I need to find some inspiration for our project. I decided to go to Garden Of The Morning Calm in Gyeonggi province. Our project is about nature, so it's a great place to find inspiration for my project.
While waiting for the bus to arrive, I decided to sit on the bench. I was getting cold, so I rubbed my arms with my hands. Gosh, why didn't I choose to wear thicker clothes today? I forgot that it's already autumn season, and it's getting colder every day.
Suddenly I felt a piece of clothing placed on my back. I glanced at it, and it was a gray coat. I looked to see who put it there, and I was shocked to see who it was.
"Yeonjun?" and he smiled at me.
His hair wasn't blue anymore. It was blonde with yellow highlights, and it looked good on him.
"You changed your hair color," I said. Why the hell of all sentences, I chose to say that?
"You noticed" he smirked, and I scoffed.
"Who wouldn't? It's obvious," I said.
"Why are you here anyway?" I asked him without looking at his eyes. Looking at him will only make me remember what happened in front of his dorm.
After that, he started to talk to me whenever I encounter him. He starts to eat his lunch with me, although sometimes he doesn't. It's just weird. Is he changing for me? Or is this just one of his games?
"The same as your purpose," He said.
"You're going to the garden in Gyeonggi province to look for inspiration?" I straightforwardly asked.
"Yes, of course, even though we're not blockmates, we still have the same theme for the project. Also, because I'm going to prove myself to you," he said that last sentence directly to my ear.
I stood up, and thankfully the bus was already there. I walked up to the bus, and as I was about to pay the fare, Yeonjun, who was behind me spoke. "I'll pay for two, please," he said.
I looked at him, and he smiled at me. The seats were all occupied, so both of us had to stand up.
After a few bus stops, a man stood next to me since it was the only space where he could stand. He looked like he's his mid-30s, and he's wearing a suit. Suddenly, I felt a hand rubbing my lower back. I knew what this man was doing, but before I could even break his arm, Yeonjun spoke.
"Hey. Sir." He said in a grave tone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started to film the man who was about to harass me.
"What are you doing?" The man asked, slowly removing his hands from me. Yeonjun immediately took my hands and pulled me to him. I was
