《✔️ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ]》[ nam onjo pt. 1 ]
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ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: ɴᴀᴍ ᴏɴᴊᴏ
ᴋᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ: ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ
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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.3ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ
The school bell rung and everyone started packing their stuff, leaving the room one by one including yourself. You went straight to your best friend's class which was just beside yours, why you may ask? Well, you had developed this habit of yours to pick her up in front of her classroom after class before you go to the convenience store for your part time job.
She currently has her back turned as she gently placed her books inside her back pack, unlike you who practically shoved your stuff inside your back pack. You tip toed and slyly made your way to her, scaring her from behind which was quite successful due to her startled face.
A curse left her lips before she realized it was just you, , Onjo exclaimed to you before hitting you on the head with a book she was currently holding.
You instinctively shielded your precious head from her wrath before taking a seat on the empty seat next to hers. Running a hand through your hair, ignoring the playful glare she was shooting at you. You chuckled and playfully messed up her hair, making her glare at you even more.
, you commented before gently pinching her cheeks which made her smack you on the shoulder.
Shoving your hands away from her, , she remarked.
You playfully rolled your eyes at her before offering to help her carry her damn books, thankfully she did not reject your kind gesture. , you told her.
The both of you finally exited the classroom after you bid your friends goodbye. , Onjo says and playfully nudged your side.
You scoffed at her, , you joked and threw an arm around her shoulder.
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Onjo knew you were only joking yet she couldn't help but get taken aback about what you just said, thankfully though she was able to keep her composure. , she commented and pushed your arm off her shoulder.
, you reminded her with a smirk.
Your best friend rolled her eyes at you, , she replied.
Dramatically placing your hand over your chest pretending to be hurt at her words, , you stated.
, she says and shrugs her shoulder at you.
You chuckled when you remembered something, , you started.
", Onjo responded.
You held back the urge to roll your eyes at her due to her obliviousness, you had known for a very long time that he does indeed like your best friend that way. , you asked her as you stuffed your hands inside your pockets.
She did not hesitate to shake her head as a no to your question, —, you cut her off.
, you finished your sentence for her which made her burst into laughter.
, she commented making you hum in agreement.
You grinned, , you joked, making her playfully punch you on the arm.
, she asked you.
, you replied. She shook her head to you, making you chuckle, , you inquired, making her hum in agreement.
Kicking the small stones on the side of the road as she focused her gaze on the pavement, , she joked.
, you mumbled under your breath and joined in the laughter.
A week went like a blur and it was finally prom night, repeated knocks can be heard as Onjo put on her heels she would be wearing for tonight. Grabbing her purse and checking herself in the mirror one last time before swinging the door open. She hiked up her dress as she slowly took steps down the stairs.
, she says, she stopped on her tracks when she spotted familiar sitting down on the couch while having a friendly conversation with her dad. Once you noticed her presence, you looked at her direction and shot her a smile, , she whispered.
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, her dad spoke to his daughter.
Onjo widened her eyes at the sight of you looking dashing in your outfit with a bouquet of flowers on your hands and her favorite ones as well. , she scolded you once she arrived at the last bottom of the stairs.
, you playfully argued with her. , you informed her.
, she told you.
You froze, , was all you said.
, her dad commented.
Onjo snapped her head upon hearing what her dad said, , she gawked.
, you repeated with a smirk.
, Onjo murmured, still not recovering from shock.
You chuckled and crossed your arms over your chest, , you stated as you stared at her with a sincere gaze.
Onjo was caught off guard at the words that left your lips and for a moment she just stood there in a frozen daze. Then there goes an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach which she assumes was the 'butterflies in the stomach' that everyone says. Before her cheeks began heating up and her heart suddenly beat out of her chest. She doesn't even care, not even the slightest bit if this was very much against her principles and saying that she won't ever fall for someone who she's friends with.
She was starting to feel something that she shouldn't be feeling towards someone she only calls a best friend but she couldn't bring herself to her. It was such a cliché for her when the person she have been waiting for all her life was already in front of her this whole time. All that matters at the moment is that she likes you and she isn't planning on stopping anytime soon.
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