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...—veryyyyy slow updates or just random updates here and there. ...

...—grammatical errors ...

...—hate towards non-fictional characters such as Zhang Hao, Kim Taerae etc, won't be tolerated...

...—hate towards fictional characters such as Min Arin will be tolerated...

...—constructive criticism will be accepted and appreciated ...

...💛 last of all, please enjoy...

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...Min Arin : point of view...

...I flip the sign, “closed” and start walking back. It was pretty early, yet there weren't going to be any customers, or so I thought. As I start taking slow steps, admiring the sky, with the majestic clouds that hung upon the blue scenery. “Excuse me! Are you the owner of this shop? ” asked a voice, as my head immediately swung back, looking at him. “Ah, yes. But it's closed for today, sorry. ” I replied, while an awkward smile grew on his face. “I'm so sorry, but could I please, get a bouquet, real quick? I ran here as fast as I could when I saw you closing in from a distance. Please? ” pleaded the guy as I contemplated my thoughts. Not everyone is allowed just make me open the shop right after I closed. But, young love. He's probably giving it with a confession. After a few moments, I nod with a slight sigh, leaving my lips. ...

...I walk back and unlock the key, the blue door, creaking open. I turn on the lights as we stepped in, “What flowers would you like? ” I ask, as he seems to think for a while before replying, “White tulips, and daisies, please.. Or! Just anything that won't get dried up too fast. ” . I immediately take account of his request, collecting the flowers and wrapping it. “Would you like to add any letter?” I asked as he nods. I hand him a paper and a pen, but I see it back on the table, untouched. I look up from wrapping the flowers, “Could you write it instead? My hands are a bit shaky.. I wouldn't want to ruin it, pretty please? ” . My thoughts run through, and the only thing I could think was, does this man really rely this much on a stranger on a daily basis? I really feel bad for the stranger. “Uh, yeah. Sure. What would you like to write? ” I asked, taking the paper and pen into my hands, “Your eyes hold the universe and beyond, ” he speaks as I start writing it down, “don't let anyone steal one bit, not even a teardrop. —Kim Gyuvin” . As he ends it off, a name comes across my mind, “Kim Gyuvin, I'll see you again someday!”....

...I add a little heart at the end, just for assurance and put the paper, folded in the middle of the bouquet. “A little too cringey for your first confession, don't you think? ” I ask, trying to hide my smile. “Oh? Is it? Really? Should I change it? ” he asks with worry clearly evident in his voice. I immediately shake my head, no. “You don't have to change it. It's nice for a memory. Good luck. ” I wish, as he nods, taking the bouquet from me and turned around on his heels, facing the door, only for him to turn back to me again. “Wait a minute, how'd you know it's my first confession? ” he asks as I only shake my head in response. “The letter seems... very first confession vibes. But you're alright. A friend of mine would've done the same. He's as confident as you in poetry. Go on, don't keep them waiting. ” I state as the boy seems to remember that he's supposed to be reading out a confession. I bid a smile as he does the same, bowing and waving back at me. I wave back, waiting for him to leave. ...

....・。.・゜✭・...

...third person : point of view...

...“I'm home!.. ” said the girl, taking off her shoes. “Grandma?.. ” Arin called out, hoping for an answer but no. She immediately checked the living room, where she saw no one. And panic got to her. “Oh?.. You're home?.. That's great!..” interrupted a familiar crinkled voice. “Grandma! I was worried!..You didn't respond the first, and second time I called. ” Arin said as her grandmother only chuckled. “Your uniform is on your bed. You should iron it.. I would've helped, but you know my back doesn't operate well... ” said her grandmother but Arin’s eyes only softened. “Of course. I'll make dinner after that, and you can rest. ” said Arin before going up to her room. ...

...time skip : after dinner...

...“Arin.. You should go sleep now. You have classes tomorrow... ” said the old woman, as her granddaughter tucked her in bed. “Of course. Now, you're starting to doze off... you should sleep. ” said Arin and after just a few minutes, her grandmother was asleep. ...

...time skip : the next day...

...“I'm leaving, grandma! See you soon! ” exclaimed Arin, walking out the door and walking down the streets, and after a few minutes, she could see the campus. “Alright... some probably know you....so. Avoid, everyone. Maybe two-three friends. Never five. ” ...

...Anyone could tell she was in the campus, by force. “Arin! Arin! ” called out a voice from the entrance. Arin looked up to see unfamiliar faces everywhere. But two, she could distinguish. One, Haewon. Two..., the flower guy?.. ...

...: How to avoid someone 101 :...

...Step 1 : Never, NEVER, make eye contact, or look at them. ...

...Step 2 : Go along your path, ignoring them and pray to dear God that they wont notice you. ...

...Step 3 : Communicate with someone else. ...

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...Arin seemed to had planned it all out, but she just couldn't do it, no matter how many times she went through them. “Oi! I've been calling you! Why are you so spaced out? ” asked Haewon, who seemed to have caught Arin off guard, considering she was at the entrance, NOT in front of Arin. Haewon, then followed Arin’s gaze and, Kim Gyuvin. ...

...“So, you're trying to avoid that guy? ” asked Haewon as Arin nodded. “He brings back too many memories for me to handle. I hate it. I hate him. ” replied Arin as Haewon only laughed. “I'm not trying to bring you down, but he's in our class. AND he's the class president. I doubt you'll get away from him for less than one single class. ” said Haewon, making Arin’s atmosphere way more gloomy. “Eh?!.... He's in class A1 as well?..” asked Arin, obviously disappointed while Haewon only nodded. “It's crazy how you act like you don't know him. ” said Haewon which made Arin frustrated. “Well, I can't just act like we're friends just because he bought flowers from me yesterday. I don't even know his name!... ” exclaimed Arin, then freezing right on the spot. “How— I never told you I met him. ” said Arin as Haewon seemed confused. “Well, yeah. You did tell me about him. And how you guys were best friends like, ever since six, or whatever. ” replied Haewon while Arin seemed stunned. The. Kim. Gyuvin. That she knew, is her classmate? Now, she'd just want the ground to swallow her alive. Or dead. “What? Haewon. No. This can't be the Gyuvin I remember. NO. That not possible. ” denied Arin, still in denial. “It's true! He's gotten a bit smarter, more handsome, and I don't know! But I assure you, that's the Kim Gyuvin you once knew, and know. ” said Haewon, nudging Arin to break her bubble. “Smarter? Now that's not possible. In a hundred, no, in every lifetime. ” . Just then, a boy blocked their way which made them look up. “I heard you're the new student, can I get your na— oh! You're the girl from yesterday! ” exclaimed the boy, or, Gyuvin. ...