Chapter 1

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A/N Hi,  everyonneeeee this is my first attempt on ff.  I really hope that you enjoy this and stay with me till the end. 
The pictures don't belong to me.  The ff does.  This ff was the reason why I downloaded wattpad.  Lmao🤣🤣
Anyway,  I hope you enjoy it! 💜💜💜

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College was said to be the place to find love for those who didn't get to in high school.  It is also to learn to get a job so that you can support you self and don't end up in the street to starve.  But,  no one knows what lies in his Road.

Min Eun-ho dragged herself to take the bus to Bighit University. She had never been a morning person.  She'd get her mother's scolding to wake up for high school.  But everyone does.  Lucky are those who's not in a relationship with their beds.

She didn't get much trouble to find her department and she didn't bother to make friends either.  She was the kind who can survive anywhere alone.  But that didn't mean that she didn't feel lonely sometimes.

As she walked still day dreaming of what she should eat for lunch and how the food in the cafeteria would be,  she bumped into someone  in front.

She felt annoyed as she didn't get to eat much breakfast and was about to scold the person in front but she quickly realised that it was her fault for not paying attention after all.

She quickly bowed and apologised.

"Sorry.  Sorry.  I didn't know where I was going.  Excuse me. " she said not even bothering to look who it was.

The person chuckled and she quickly knew to whom the voice belonged to.  

" PARK JIMIN!!!!! " she shouted, wide awake and punched the person's shoulder

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" PARK JIMIN!!!!! " she shouted, wide awake and punched the person's shoulder.

" Well,  I like the welcome home gift. " he said as he rubbed his shoulder.

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