Living next to Seung-jo was a masterclass in humiliation. He corrected her pronunciation of English words. He rearranged the refrigerator because she put the milk in the door shelf “thermodynamically wrong.” He graded her homework without being asked, using a red pen he kept specifically for her.
He turned to look at her, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. “You’re an equation I can’t simplify, Oh Ha-ni. It’s irritating.”
When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Ha-ni laughed. “So… are we a couple now?” Playful Kiss -K-Drama-
Ha-ni snapped.
“But you held her hand,” Ha-ni whispered, tears finally spilling. Living next to Seung-jo was a masterclass in humiliation
Later, Ha-ni sat on the school roof, sniffling. “I’m a loser,” she whispered to the sky. “I can’t even let him get a normal girlfriend.”
“It’s a goodbye,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. “You have Ji-soo. She’s your level. I’m… room temperature.” He turned to look at her, the city
The door creaked. Seung-jo sat down next to her, a good three feet away. “You are loud. Clumsy. And your emotional intelligence is inversely proportional to your common sense.”
She ran out, tripped over a root, and crashed into a stack of metal chairs, creating a cacophony that shattered the moment. Seung-jo looked over, his expression unreadable. The pretty girl fled in annoyance.
When she showed him the paper, he stared at it for a long time. “72,” he said flatly. “A statistical anomaly.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled.