(English ver) I'm (Not) Allow to Love You // 널 사랑할 수 없(있)어

I'm (Not) Allow to Love You Part 1

"Miss Baek, good morning!"

I was surprised because someone was suddenly embraced me as we walk together.

"Heo Chungdae!" I shouted, shocked.

"Ah sorry miss, did I surprise you?" he asked with a grin.

"It's still very early, what are you doing here?"

"I was just too excited these days."

"Of course you're not in the spirit because you will start to study again, right?" I asked skeptically, considering Chungdae is not the kind of nerdy student.

"Of course not. I just wanted to drop in to the basketball court before the start of lessons," he said as he walked away from me while walking backward.

"Do not sweat in the morning!" I shouted.

"Do not worry, I brought a change of clothes miss!"

And after waving, he ran so fast away from me. Heo Chungdae is one of the high school student of 2B class that also is one of student in my class this year. He was a cheerful young man, never stress in academic affairs (yes, he was not worried but all teachers worry about it) and he loved sports. He was one of the student who are very respectful to the teacher and friendly to everyone. But I was surprised, since when he dared to embrace me? Is it because he is getting taller these days while my height is only 157 cm?

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7.30 AM is the homeroom teacher chance to spend time with the students care for half an hour before the official study hours began. I slowly walked to class 2B, surprisingly, from the outside it sounds very quiet. Usually these children are crowded. I glanced through the window along the corridor and I was surprised not to see a even a single student in the classroom. Still feeling surprised, I shifted the entrance to the classroom.

"Welcome, Miss Choeun!"

Suddenly I showered by confetti and students who had been hidden somewhere already clap their hands and cheerfully greet me. My arms flanked by two students who lately I realize was Chungdae and Joonki, which are both known as the head of riot department in the classroom, they drag my arms up to the teacher's desk in front of the class, still accompanied by the claps and sounds of boisterous students. They finally let me go and I could see the full class with balloon decoration and ribbon, and behind me, on the board, there is a large inscription welcome miss초은and in such beautiful decor. After some time, the chairman of the Students Committee Dongsun raised his hand and the claps stop. I smiled as I saw my students one by one. They're still as cheerful as I always remember: Chungdae surprisingly sitting at the front row (I do not remember ever seeing him sitting in the front row along the time I know him) still holding the rest of confetti in his hand; Dongsun sitting in the back corner, just because of his height would not block the view of his friends; Joonki sitting in the middle row, wearing a conical hat similar to the one people wear in birthday party; Yeowoo the beautiful tomboy sitting in front of Dongsun and she was still grinning. I laughed because I was not sure which sentence should I spoke first.

"You ... since when did you prepare it?" I asked, still smiling broadly.

"This morning! We had to bow down as we passes through the teachers' office, Joonki even willing to climb the stairs at the very end of the building so that miss did not see him coming," reported Yeowoo.

"Wait, so this morning ..." I glanced at Chungdae.

"I did not play basketball, miss. I've lied to you," said Chungdae with a grin.

"How dare you to lie to me?" I asked, pretending to be angry.

"It's okay miss, it's a white lie."

Chungdae's answer make the class laughed.

"All these ideas was from Chungdae, miss, we just execute the plan," reported Joonki.

I raise an eyebrow skeptically. Indeed, this Chungdae is the head of riot department but I did not expect him to prepare a surprise to greet me. But after his name was mentioned, he was more proud and stood up to thank friends in the vicinity. He was still a child.

"Oh yes well, thank you very much Chungdae."

"Anything for you, miss," he said as she leaned forward, with his right hand on his chest and waved his left hand low as if he saluted the British royal family.

I could only shake my head to look as his foolish act.

"Well Well, let's choose some class assistant now," I said, trying to control the classroom atmosphere, clapping my hand, "we have to choose our class president."

"Dongsun! Dongsun!" Yeowoo shouted the loudest.

"Ah no no please not me again," reject Dongsun while laughing and waving his both hands in front of his chest.

I knew they would choose Dongsun because since elementary school, I heard, he was always so dependable.

"What if Joonki?" I pleaded using the tip of a marker, pointing at Joonki.

"Not me, miss! How about Chungdae?" Joonki reply while pointing at Chungdae.

The atmosphere become crowded again, but surprisingly, Chungdae showed no significant rejection. He's changed a lot. Or ... lately he had eaten wrong food?

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