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y o o n j i s u n g p t . 2

c r u s h e d

"daniel? did you happen to—"

"hear your confession?", he finishes.

i crouch down on the ground and cover my face.

"who cares, i don't like him anymore. dick.", i whisper the last word, but daniel could still hear it.

"you know he's my friend.", he comments.

"and i don't know if you've been brainwashed.", i walk away.

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i call mina on the way to my house.

"mina! i have exciting news! jisung? yeah, he asked you to the dance!", i fake.

"what?! jjinja?!"

"yeah!"

"ohmaygachi! i need to find a dress!", she yells.

"okay. have your happy dance.", i fake laugh.

"but you don't have a date, y/n."

"aiish. i'm not going to the dance.", i tell mina.

"i'll find you a date!", she exclaims.

"wait, what?! no, don't you dar—"

she hung up.

aiish. i hope she forgets. she's forgetful. 

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as soon as i got home, i did my homework.

while doing my homework, jisung texted me. this time, i didn't get excited anymore. i rolled my eyes. why did i ever like him anyways? why did i start liking a dude who doesn't even acknowledged my existence? like, he don't deserve me.

jisung: did she say yes?

me: yea

jisung: jjinja?

me: yea.

i'm pissed off at this dude.

jisung: thanks again!!! seriouslyyy thank youuu!!!

does this dude not have manners?

me: piss off.

jisung: calm down woman.

me: u don't need to tell me what to do.

jisung: yes, i can.

i don't reply.

dick. why did i like this dude?

(a/n: jisung is not a dick. he is the most beautiful and funny person in the world.)

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