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"Come on!"
It was raining hard when he pulled her under the giant oak tree. They were chuckling to themselves, electrified by the rain
"I have to tell you something" the boy said
The girl glanced up at him with tendrils of damp dark hair cascading down her shoulders
"Yes?"
"I think I love you"
Eunmi and I let out simultaneous noises of disgust. It was Korean melodrama night and we were sprawled on her couch with a bowl of popcorn in my lap and empty cans of soda littered on the ground beneath us
Eunmi muttered as she shoveled a handful of popcorn into her mouth. She reached for her can of pop to wash it down
I said, sipping my own
Eunmi's phone buzzed and the screen illuminated. It was a text, from Changkyun
I read
I shot her a questioning glaze
Eunmi exclaimed
She scrambled up, knocking the bowl to the floor. She dashed into the bathroom, paused for a moment, and screamed
I called
I rolled my eyes. Admittedly, her face was greasy from that heavy duty popcorn eating, but otherwise she looked fine. She poked her head out from the bathroom door
I cocked a brow
Eunmi looked at me as if I were the greatest idiot in the world
20 minutes later, I was in one of Eunmi's tight black dress and leather boot heels.
I heard Changkyun's car before I saw it. Loud music resonated throughout Eunmi's near empty suburban street
I muttered
Eunmi said, blending her eyeshadow
I plopped myself down on the couch that we had occupied 20 minutes ago
Eunmi moved onto her lips
she said
Eunmi capped her tube of lipstick
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It was not fun
Eunmi and Changkyun ditched me within the first five minutes despite Eunmi's firm promise that she would stay with me the entire time
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Changkyun's house was huge, so huge it was more like a mansion
"Just go to the kitchen" Changkyun told me on our way to the party "we've got practically every type of food"
Easier said than done
The house was a labyrinth and I had no way to navigate it. I was in the middle of the first floor living room, where the party was in full swing. I had never been near such a high concentration of popular teenagers in my life. But of course, they were too busy to notice me. They were either making out, getting drunk, or getting high
I pushed past the the horny baboons until I stumbled onto the terrace, where the pool was located. And of course there was Minhyuk, with a girl on either side of him. They were giggling sultrily until I had so unceremoniously disrupted them
I asked the girl, with the second largest breast in the senior year
She rolled her eyes and looked at Minhyuk with a gaze of displeasure. He whispered something into both girl's ears. They got out of the pool and strutted inside the house in their little bikinis. I was about to leave too, before Minhyuk stopped me
I glanced at him skeptically. I usually avoided people like Minhyuk, and vice versa
A small smirk played upon his lips
I could tell he expected a reaction, but I was minimal
Once again, my heart raced involuntarily
Minhyuk laughed
Before I could eradicate Minhyuk from this earth, he raised his arms
I rolled my eyes
I tried my absolute best to maintain a poker face
I asked
Minhyuk hooted
I exclaimed
Minhyuk looked past me and grinned
Before I could even finish my sentence, Minhyuk grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the startlingly cold water
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I sputtered, trying the stay buoyant. I could feel my makeup running
Hyungwon stood a few feet away from the pool with his arms crossed, annoyed and amused all at once. Great. He was wearing a hoodie that suited him very well while I was trying to tread water in Eunmi's waterlogged boots. On top of that, I looked like a wet racoon with my mascara running
Hyungwon hoisted me out of the pool because I kept slipping in the boots when I tied to climb out myself
I hollered at Minhyuk
Hyungwon led me upstairs to find spare clothes
Hyungwon teased
I snorted
Hyungwon pretended to be offended. I shivered as we walked along the halls in an attempt to find a spare clothes. The wet dress clung to my skin and it left very little room for imagination, but I didn't even notice
Hyungwon said
He pushed open a pastel pink door at the end of the hallway to reveal two people heatedly making out on top of a queen sized pink pastel bed
I muttered, covering my eyes
It was Changkyun
But the girl wasn't Eunmi
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