WhatTheFlo
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Chapter 15: Yeonho yah "You'll catch a cold." Woo Yeonho said, tilting the umbrella handle closer toward me. He added, asking if I wasn’t cold, his voice filled with concern as if I’d been the one who’d run through the rain. ‘You’re the one who’s soaked…’ I pulled some tissues from the bag I was wearing in front and handed them to him. Instead, he took hold of the umbrella handle and leaned his head down toward me. “Wipe it off for me. My hands are…-
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Chapter 16: I Hate Tomatoes, But Ketchup Is Delicious After the rain stopped, patches of blue sky peeked through the dark clouds. Woo Yeonho, who had been smiling gently, leaned in and pressed his pretty lips to mine, just as I had wished. He must have some kind of superpower to read my mind. Did he hear other things too, like when I sometimes called him a jerk? To be fair, he deserved it every time. Still, he’d probably feel bad if he knew. I guess I should be more careful from now on. No more…
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Chapter 1. That Guy Acts Strange Around Me Woo Yeonho was a strange guy. His actions were always full of incongruities, and everything about him, down to his very words, was pretentious. The problem was that I was the only one who knew this. With his handsome appearance, excellent grades, and a good family background, he had no worries and possessed a friendliness that spanned all ages. He was also outstanding in the arts, sweeping awards at school and external competitions. In short, he was a…
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Chapter 2: One out of Thirty-Four The reason I liked spring was because of the flowers. Especially the cherry blossoms. Most of the kids in the class must have thought the same as they watched the cherry blossom petals fall onto Woo Yeonho's head, who sat by the window. Everything in this cramped space was achromatic, except for Woo Yeonho and the cherry blossoms, which stood out vividly with their own colors. I wasn't particularly fond of appreciating art, but if there was a frame, it felt like…
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Episode 3: The Way To See The Mole On The Back Of Your Neck Woo Yeonho's palm cupped my entire cheek as if he was about to do something. He even traced the curves of my ear with his fingers, making it hard to tell if the tickling sensation was from where he touched or somewhere else. Woo Yeonho was not only tall but also had large hands. It felt like everything about him was overwhelmingly big. Though he was just holding my cheek, it seemed like he could easily handle me however he wanted if he chose…
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Episode 4: Woo Yeonho Looks Great Even in Short Sleeves It was a few days later, after I had somewhat recovered from my sinking mood, that I found a reply to the question I impulsively posted last time. On my way to school, I absentmindedly checked the question, and there were as many as five replies. I had already concluded that Woo Yeonho's actions held no special meaning, so I wasn’t interested in the meaning of his actions. But I thought it would be polite to read them since people had…
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Episode 5: The Apple Juice Tasted Sweet Even Without Drinking ‘How many people at school know Woo Yeonho’s phone number?’ How about the people who actually exchange messages with him? At school, Woo Yeonho was the only one who knew my number. Oh, and the homeroom teacher, of course. Anyway, I was no longer just one of the 34 classmates. Even if Woo Yeonho and I were in different classes next year, I would still be one of the people who knew his phone number. Somehow, it felt like my status…
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Episode 6: A Drama Is Just A Drama It was already May by the time the mid terms exams, which started a bit late due to school circumstances, were over. Woo Yeonho, who didn’t seem to study a lot, once again secured the top spot in the entire school, just like in his first year. The homeroom teacher seemed to be in a good mood as the class average had gone up thanks to Woo Yeonho’s score. Earlier, I overheard some students saying that our class average was higher than the next class’s, and the…
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Chapter 7: His Fingers Must Be Broken Just because it was my birthday didn’t mean the morning started any differently. We had plans to go out for dinner, so until then, I had nothing to do. My phone didn’t buzz much, except for a few birthday messages from some friends I used to hang out with in middle school. There was no birthday message from Woo Yeonho either. ‘Of course not. Why would he bother sending a text in the morning? And did Woo Yeonho even say “happy birthday”…
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Chapter 8: A Sort of Happy Birthday ‘Woo Yeonho called me?’ When did that happen? Could it be that he accidentally pressed the call button and hung up within a second? Should I call him back? Would he answer if I did? Is he asleep right now? I wonder what his voice would sound like. ‘I want to hear his voice. I miss him.’ Before I knew it, I was crying uncontrollably. Even though I’d see him at school, just seeing the missed call made me realize how much I missed him in just one…
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