𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

02

"girls in my campus are toxic and annoying. they always talk about boys" i jumped down from the high stool i was seating on

"then talk about boys too! get yourself a man somi, come on you're a hot snack girl! i mean look at you!" i can't help but cringe at her words. well it's not that i don't see myself beautiful, in fact i do, i love myself but the part of me talking to boys in a different way irks me.

"you make it sound so easy eonnie" i jokingly say as i grab my laptop and my tote back

lisa just sighed and bended her head to her side as she stares at me with a look that says 'u stubborn little shit'

"it's almost 4! bye eonnie, have a safe trip back home! see you in three weeks!" the bell on the glass door rings as i hastily go out "oh and congrats to your sister! bye!" i added and ran this time

i'm sursprised lisa didn't ask where i was going to when she's fully aware that i'm on my vacation. i just ran out of the blue without any excuses. lisa is usually the nosey one especially when it comes to my whereabouts, but this time she wasn't nosey. 

(a/n: gave ya'll some somlisa moment there aye)

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when lisa said that thing about boys although she didn't really imply that i should force myself to do it, her words still floats in my head

"then talk about boys too! get yourself a man somi, come on you're a hot snack girl! i mean look at you!"

so here i am now, in my room, clothes scattered on the floor, music blasting —yes i am indeed trying on different clothes that i would never wear in a daily basis. i have the whole day, whole vacation rather, for me to find a style that suits me best

growing up with mostly guys, i would always dress up in sweats, jeans, big shirts, flannels and more tomboy clothes. even though my mom's not always home, she still gives some of her time for taking me on a shopping trip but she doesn't allow me to pick boyish clothes.

i stare at my full length mirror, my body is covered in unfamiliar clothes. i look different. but good.

my eyes trail down to my bare stomach. it feels weird wearing a crop top. too much of my skin is showing. oh my goodness how can other girls wear this? i clearly don't have the confidence to wear this

"somiyaaaah"

my head shoot up when i heard a voice from outside of my room.

"somtaengi where are you??"

i lifted an eyebrow as a mischievous grin spreads on my face

just when a series of knocks was heard, i opened it in a split second

"yes?" i mentally cringed at my dramatic voice