VERY NICE
YOUTH IS CRUEL. seo kangmi has been cruel, though not since birth, but since she’s found home within another soul, since shyness bore fruit to pride and superficiality unbeknownst to any other. since she’s turned into the girl she was now, anyway. but she hasn’t always been like this, perhaps, had she taken a different path in middle school she would have been a different girl; the kind of girl her mother actually hoped her to be.
but as it was, she wasn’t. as it was, she found comfort and appeal in power that she’d much rather chase.
as it was, once seo kangmi met jong hyungsik, everything changed. worlds ripped apart and brought back together to create something new—her world, that is. and back then, she had no use for two best friends.
and so she’s been exceptionally good at tossing “old her” and everything ever associated with it aside, bright eyes set instead on what the future had to offer. that’s the only thing that matters, after all.
but lately, not as much. lately, kangmi notes a gaping absence in classes with the very real disappearances of her two close friends. hyungsik can’t be with her in all classes, no matter how often they text each other during class, leaving the first year bored throughout the entirety of history class.
but when god closes a door, he opens a window—or something cryptic like that.
& seo kangmi discovers something new when she takes the chance to snap a selfie while the teacher was dismissing class. who would have known, there, right behind her, sat jeon jungkook?
and it’s hard not to remember, friendships forged in middle school, friendships kangmi selfishly discarded when she no longer had use for them. it isn’t that she forgot jeon jungkook, she just didn’t care enough to remember him.
but then again, isn’t she bored now? alone now? how ugly.
“yah... jeon jungkook” the pretty first year starts, aware of the foreign taste of a name once familiar on her tongue as her hand lowers the apple device in favor of turning to better face the youth, a sizable amount of surprise spilled across fair, dainty features.
“were you always sitting behind me?”
like, for the last five months?
