secret Valentine 2011 : for soomseob
For: soomseob
From: Your Secret Valentine ♥
Title: Three strikes.
Pairing: Yoseob/IU
Rating: G
Wordcount: 2907
Reminder: Author is not allowed to reply to comments before names are revealed.
Yoseob makes sure to wake up early that morning. He isn’t usually looking forward to school but today is the day he had been waiting for. He barely got any sleep last night even. He had spent days planning for this day because today, today is Valentine’s Day. The day he plans to finally get that date he’s been hoping for. And although it defies Korean tradition, over the past few weeks, he manages to convince himself that if he wants things to happen, well, he’s going to have to do it himself.
He arrives at school before the ring of the first bell. And it’s pretty much deserted apart from the janitor who was struggling to put up the big white banner with splashy red hearts, silver glitter and has “Happy Valentine’s Day” written all over it in thick, red fonts. Upon stepping the in halls, he’s welcomed with more of the Valentine fever with red and white crepe paper hanging off the walls and trails of confetti on the floor. He groans in his head and wonders why he’s participating in the silly lovesick occasion and he isn’t really able to give himself an appropriate answer.
But minutes later, he thinks it’s because of her. Jieun. The girl who had rejected him ever since the school year has started (it already has been two terms). It’s that constant string of ‘no’s’ he gets from her that’s makes her a challenge to him. Because no one would ever say now when he turns on the charm. No one in their right mind would say no to the sparkly new transfer student with the good looks and an even nicer car.
Well. But Jieun.
She’s the girl who he couldn’t get and he doesn’t understand why. He’s only met her two terms ago and they’ve only spent almost every weekday (they have 3 classes a week together; not to mention in-between class breaks and lunch) so Yoseob thinks he knows her so well; everything about her and how she can almost be predictable (to him). But sometimes, it also seems otherwise. Somehow he is just as clueless about her. He’s played within the rules, played outside of them, thought in and out of the box and he usually doesn’t put in too much effort, really. But Jieun is the girl who has ignored every invitation he has offered her and it’s because of this fact that he keeps persisting; like he has to prove a point. And there’s also that sense of manly pride that he needs to live up to because the girl has degraded (whatever sense of) ego he’s thrown out there.
And at the back of his mind, he thinks he has shallow reasons for putting too much effort into this. Jieun’s not his usual type at all, with what her advocacies in life and her very much skewed perception in most situations.
(Because really, who breaks into a song right in the middle of the football field (while in their school mascot costume-she had to substitute for extra credits in PE class) just to prove a point? (“This isn’t Glee and you’re not on TV,” he reminds her as he drags her out the field with probably a million and one stares.))
She’s the type who fights for humanitarian acts (not always reasonable) and she stands up for those who are weak (just potentially dependent) and she gets herself in every situation that screams trouble. “The end justifies the means,” she would always say.
(And he’s the complete opposite; he’s just a school bum who couldn’t careless, really. The focus was on graduating. As soon as possible. The quickest way out.)
But he also thinks that it’s Jieun, the girl who had been there for him to give him that kick to reality when he needed it-as indirectly or sometimes not-so-subtle as those instances have been, he’s noticed them. It’s Jieun who he always argues with every single day in every available opportunity. And this fact that makes him want to get up out of bed just so he wouldn’t miss out on the chance of possibly winning an argument (and annoying her). But somewhere in his conscience, he is very much aware that it’s those senseless bickering of nonsense that brightens up his day-as shy as he is to admit.
(And maybe, just maybe, this could be his way of saying thanks.)
(….or maybe something even more?)
+
Just ten minutes before the rest of their class arrives, he’s able to set the bouquet of red roses (a dozen-yes, cheesy, he’s pretty aware of that) on Jieun’s, spray a few of some sweet smelling perfume on the petals, make his way out and back to his car like he did nothing at all. The small white card attached to it was disposed off to play up his anonymity.
The first bell of the morning rings and he stares at his watch. He always was late during classes this early and not to mention today was a Monday. He had extra reason to be late. And Yoseob makes his way to the classroom past fifteen minutes the time he should’ve been there. He steps in with a blink when he finds Jieun’s seat still empty.
“Where’s Jieun?” He asks Dongwoon, that odd ball from their study group he had learned how to tolerate. The boy only gives him a wave of a finger to which Yoseob assumes was ‘bathroom break’. Yoseob sinks into his seat and wonders what he did wrong. He has tendencies to think and assume too much at times like this.
Jieun steps in the classroom a few minutes later with a red nose and a tissue to hide her face. She covers her mouth when she sneezes and excuses herself for interrupting the class discussion. Yoseob grins upon seeing her and he leans forward and over her shoulder, “Secret admirer, I see.” He singsongs and teases.
Jieun doesn’t answer and sneezes again before she could even give him an answer. Yoseob frowns. This wasn’t the reaction he was looking for. “What’s wrong with you?” And she points to the flowers.
“What’s wrong with them?” he asks again and frowns some more.
Right before she utters another word, she sneezes again, her head almost hitting her desk. Jieun sends another bow of apology to the professor who looks less than pleased with the constant disruption. She turns her head just slightly and speaks under her breath, words muffled by the tissue she has covering her nose and mouth. “Allergic.” And she points to the roses.
Yoseob nods slowly and falls back to his seat as his moment of stupidity sinks in. Seriously? What kind of proper girl would be allergic to roses? Aren’t they the universal flower to which every girl swoons over. He was pretty sure this was going to work upon his first attempt.
Jieun sniffs and sneezes again and just before she’s able to scrunch up her nose to utter another “Sorry,” the professor has already taken the bouquet of red roses and had thrown them into the trashbin much to her relief.
+
The next class they take are on opposite ends of the school. He has Languages while she chose to take up Arts and Crafts as her elective. He doesn’t really understand why since she wouldn’t be able to make use of that but she reasons that he’s a boy and he would never really understand why despite all his attempts to.
In a way, he was somewhat thankful for the long walk because he had been able to devise up a plan B. He hadn’t really seen the need for plan B when he thought plan A would work so smoothly. But seeing how that ended up in the trash bin… he figures plan B should be better.
To celebrate the holiday, the school has come up with this whole messenger project. Sort of a Secret Santa, just with a Cupid this time who walks around the campus with his pushcart and handing out gifts to everyone. Yoseob doesn’t really realize how desperate he is until he grabs the supposed Cupid mascot (cloth underwear, with bow and arrow of course) and he pulls him into an empty class room.
“You. How much are those box of chocolates?” It was more of demanding than asking.
“Five bucks.” The mascot answers with a shaky voice, body trying to move away from the hands that held him by the shoulder and kept him in place.
Yoseob doesn’t even think twice before he pulls out the crumpled up bill from his pocket and shoves it into the mascot’s hand. Thinking quickly, he pulls out the first sheet of paper he finds folded in his notebook and scribbling onto it his message-still all anonymous. Already quite pleased, he folds it and puts it at the bottom of the box, somewhere right under the chocolates and he hands them back to the messenger. As soon as she eats the chocolates one by one, she would see his invitation to the dance they school was hosting tonight.
“Deliver this box now to this girl in this class.” He says as he scribbles the details in semi-messy handwriting over a small post it and sticks it on the mascot’s forehead. He grins and steps out before he double takes and spins around, “There’s an extra five there for you if you promise not to say who it’s from.”
The mascot looks at him weird and thinks if he’s stupid. Obviously he wasn’t going to tell her who he was because for one, that was the concept of this project and two, he doesn’t even know what his name was.
Jieun sits in her class and she’s hidden behind the easel, painting away. As cliché as it was, the idea was to paint something related to love and with Jieun wanting to stand out, she creates something that is the opposite of love. Her iPod is drowning all the external noise, or distractions of her masterpiece as she would claim before she hears her name called out loud; her hand raises up in reflex. The mascot approaches her with pursed lips and hands her the box of chocolates, no words said. Seeing how she was about to ask, it was quite obvious with the questioning look on her face, the mascot quickly runs away to keep his end of the bargain.
Yoseob sits in his class and wonders if the box of chocolates were already given. He was a little worried that she might be able to decipher his handwriting so he keeps checking his phone for any possible death threat texts or calls. His worry over the situation ends when his professor asks for his homework, which he was sure he made over in a hurry this morning, and he isn’t able to find it. Yoseob spends the rest of the class worrying over the class which he might potentially fail.
Two hours later, their second period ends and Yoseob thinks that plan B has been successful. He makes his way to the cafeteria where he finds their study group huddled over something. With a grin on his face, he slides over to them, “What’s all the fuss about?”
Apparently, Jieun has been giving out the chocolates he bought for her. And it’s not like he really cared if she would eat the chocolates herself or hand them out to everyone, what mattered was she’d answer the message he left her.
“Just in time~” She singsongs with a smile and hands Yoseob a chocolate piece once he manages to squeeze himself into the huddle. He takes the chocolate and checks how many pieces are left in the box. There’s probably a good eight pieces until Dongwoon steals three and his eyes land on the paper he put in there. And it was there, in big and bold Verdana face, his name on the header.
His heart skips a beat and it’s not in a good way. His mind goes into panic and he tries to quickly devise up an excuse. When his brain rambling fails him, he puts the chocolate in his mouth and mumbles something about “Mine!” and he steals the box of chocolates for himself and runs out in a rush.
+
Yoseob doesn’t see them until another few hours. He decides not to show up for their supposed study group session which would always take place right after classes ended. But considering how there was a dance tonight, he assumes everyone would be fussing and preparing for it.
After the failure of his plan B, he was pretty much convinced that he was bad at making such straightforward and bold gestures like this. It’s either he was the one that has a problem or it was her. Because he never fails at things like this-usually this (getting dates) was the easiest part of his day. But here he is, rejected second time in a row by one girl.
He decides not to go to the dance tonight for the only reason that he wasn’t into socializing. And he’d rather take his mind off things. Somehow though, maybe out of curiosity, hours into the party, he walks in their gymnasium turned stage and dancing area. He wonders why he’s here and thinks he decides to strike one more time before he completely outs himself out.
Glancing around, he finds his usual group of friends scattered across the dance floor. His eyes immediately scan for her, it’s not that he did it on purpose but it had been some sort of natural habit now. He thinks of approaching her but he doesn’t think of any reason why so he doesn’t.
Without thinking, he trudges across the dance floor (carefully now so he isn’t spotted and dragged off by anyone he knows) and approaches the DJ’s table. After slipping a ten into his hand (one of the reasons he isn’t liking this already is because he’s actually spending more on trying to get a date instead of being on it), he makes a song request. Who knew he could be this cheesy, really? Never had he imagined saying, “Please read this,” he slips a small sheet of paper into the DJ’s hand, “And play Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours.” Just like that, he dashes off out the door.
“Jieun, be my Valentine?” The DJ announces as minute later and the spotlight shines down on her and everyone turns to stare at the petite girl in two-inch heels and a nice red tube top (the dress code for the night was something red and/or white). She blinks back at the DJ, “Well?” he prods her for an answer to which she could only give a nod.
“Great, he’ll see you outside.” The DJ smiles happily and plays the song as requested.
She gets hoots and teasing grins from everyone she passes by and she keeps her head down to hide that blush on her cheeks. She’s used to getting confessions like this but she didn’t expect something like this to happen on a day like this.
The cold hits her skin and she shivers but she pushes open the door anyway and steps out. With expectant eyes she looks around for someone who hopefully was waiting for her. The smile on her lips fall to a smaller curve at the corner of her mouth when all she finds is Yoseob.
She could easily tell it was him even if his back was turned to her. Jieun had no idea why but she just does. “What are you doing here?”
Yoseob’s ears perk up when he hears her voice and he spins around to face her only to see she’s almost already closed the distance between them with just a couple of feet in between. He only smiles (with teeth) and hopes that she would be able to assume that it was him who she was looking for.
“Creepy!” Jieun hits his arm.
Yoseob laughs and thinks that maybe, she got the hint already. “So,” he begins, and he gives himself a second to fix the words in his head. (Need to mention, he’s thankful that the moon is hidden behind a veil of clouds and the redness of his cheeks wouldn’t be that obvious)
“So,” Jieun copies.
Yoseob smiles.
She bites on her lip when she doesn’t want to make rash decisions and assumes. Jieun shrugs. “It’s getting cold out here so I’m going back inside.”
And even before he could even utter another word, she has her back to him and retreating to the warmth of the noisy gymnasium.
Yoseob’s confidence fades away and he deflates; he fails for the third time today and he swears that he is never participating in this stupid celebration ever again.
He was so close.
Yoseob wonders how despite her active participation in strikes and advocacies, can she still really be dense and oblivious in other situations.
His ego is stepped on even more now; if it could, it probably dug up its own grave, a good six feet under, just to hide from embarrassment. He thinks he’s lost his chance but he’s reminded that there is still next month. He could probably give it another go. Yoseob grins at this thought.
White Valentines is just a month away anyway.
From: Your Secret Valentine ♥
Title: Three strikes.
Pairing: Yoseob/IU
Rating: G
Wordcount: 2907
Reminder: Author is not allowed to reply to comments before names are revealed.
Yoseob makes sure to wake up early that morning. He isn’t usually looking forward to school but today is the day he had been waiting for. He barely got any sleep last night even. He had spent days planning for this day because today, today is Valentine’s Day. The day he plans to finally get that date he’s been hoping for. And although it defies Korean tradition, over the past few weeks, he manages to convince himself that if he wants things to happen, well, he’s going to have to do it himself.
He arrives at school before the ring of the first bell. And it’s pretty much deserted apart from the janitor who was struggling to put up the big white banner with splashy red hearts, silver glitter and has “Happy Valentine’s Day” written all over it in thick, red fonts. Upon stepping the in halls, he’s welcomed with more of the Valentine fever with red and white crepe paper hanging off the walls and trails of confetti on the floor. He groans in his head and wonders why he’s participating in the silly lovesick occasion and he isn’t really able to give himself an appropriate answer.
But minutes later, he thinks it’s because of her. Jieun. The girl who had rejected him ever since the school year has started (it already has been two terms). It’s that constant string of ‘no’s’ he gets from her that’s makes her a challenge to him. Because no one would ever say now when he turns on the charm. No one in their right mind would say no to the sparkly new transfer student with the good looks and an even nicer car.
Well. But Jieun.
She’s the girl who he couldn’t get and he doesn’t understand why. He’s only met her two terms ago and they’ve only spent almost every weekday (they have 3 classes a week together; not to mention in-between class breaks and lunch) so Yoseob thinks he knows her so well; everything about her and how she can almost be predictable (to him). But sometimes, it also seems otherwise. Somehow he is just as clueless about her. He’s played within the rules, played outside of them, thought in and out of the box and he usually doesn’t put in too much effort, really. But Jieun is the girl who has ignored every invitation he has offered her and it’s because of this fact that he keeps persisting; like he has to prove a point. And there’s also that sense of manly pride that he needs to live up to because the girl has degraded (whatever sense of) ego he’s thrown out there.
And at the back of his mind, he thinks he has shallow reasons for putting too much effort into this. Jieun’s not his usual type at all, with what her advocacies in life and her very much skewed perception in most situations.
(Because really, who breaks into a song right in the middle of the football field (while in their school mascot costume-she had to substitute for extra credits in PE class) just to prove a point? (“This isn’t Glee and you’re not on TV,” he reminds her as he drags her out the field with probably a million and one stares.))
She’s the type who fights for humanitarian acts (not always reasonable) and she stands up for those who are weak (just potentially dependent) and she gets herself in every situation that screams trouble. “The end justifies the means,” she would always say.
(And he’s the complete opposite; he’s just a school bum who couldn’t careless, really. The focus was on graduating. As soon as possible. The quickest way out.)
But he also thinks that it’s Jieun, the girl who had been there for him to give him that kick to reality when he needed it-as indirectly or sometimes not-so-subtle as those instances have been, he’s noticed them. It’s Jieun who he always argues with every single day in every available opportunity. And this fact that makes him want to get up out of bed just so he wouldn’t miss out on the chance of possibly winning an argument (and annoying her). But somewhere in his conscience, he is very much aware that it’s those senseless bickering of nonsense that brightens up his day-as shy as he is to admit.
(And maybe, just maybe, this could be his way of saying thanks.)
(….or maybe something even more?)
+
Just ten minutes before the rest of their class arrives, he’s able to set the bouquet of red roses (a dozen-yes, cheesy, he’s pretty aware of that) on Jieun’s, spray a few of some sweet smelling perfume on the petals, make his way out and back to his car like he did nothing at all. The small white card attached to it was disposed off to play up his anonymity.
The first bell of the morning rings and he stares at his watch. He always was late during classes this early and not to mention today was a Monday. He had extra reason to be late. And Yoseob makes his way to the classroom past fifteen minutes the time he should’ve been there. He steps in with a blink when he finds Jieun’s seat still empty.
“Where’s Jieun?” He asks Dongwoon, that odd ball from their study group he had learned how to tolerate. The boy only gives him a wave of a finger to which Yoseob assumes was ‘bathroom break’. Yoseob sinks into his seat and wonders what he did wrong. He has tendencies to think and assume too much at times like this.
Jieun steps in the classroom a few minutes later with a red nose and a tissue to hide her face. She covers her mouth when she sneezes and excuses herself for interrupting the class discussion. Yoseob grins upon seeing her and he leans forward and over her shoulder, “Secret admirer, I see.” He singsongs and teases.
Jieun doesn’t answer and sneezes again before she could even give him an answer. Yoseob frowns. This wasn’t the reaction he was looking for. “What’s wrong with you?” And she points to the flowers.
“What’s wrong with them?” he asks again and frowns some more.
Right before she utters another word, she sneezes again, her head almost hitting her desk. Jieun sends another bow of apology to the professor who looks less than pleased with the constant disruption. She turns her head just slightly and speaks under her breath, words muffled by the tissue she has covering her nose and mouth. “Allergic.” And she points to the roses.
Yoseob nods slowly and falls back to his seat as his moment of stupidity sinks in. Seriously? What kind of proper girl would be allergic to roses? Aren’t they the universal flower to which every girl swoons over. He was pretty sure this was going to work upon his first attempt.
Jieun sniffs and sneezes again and just before she’s able to scrunch up her nose to utter another “Sorry,” the professor has already taken the bouquet of red roses and had thrown them into the trashbin much to her relief.
+
The next class they take are on opposite ends of the school. He has Languages while she chose to take up Arts and Crafts as her elective. He doesn’t really understand why since she wouldn’t be able to make use of that but she reasons that he’s a boy and he would never really understand why despite all his attempts to.
In a way, he was somewhat thankful for the long walk because he had been able to devise up a plan B. He hadn’t really seen the need for plan B when he thought plan A would work so smoothly. But seeing how that ended up in the trash bin… he figures plan B should be better.
To celebrate the holiday, the school has come up with this whole messenger project. Sort of a Secret Santa, just with a Cupid this time who walks around the campus with his pushcart and handing out gifts to everyone. Yoseob doesn’t really realize how desperate he is until he grabs the supposed Cupid mascot (cloth underwear, with bow and arrow of course) and he pulls him into an empty class room.
“You. How much are those box of chocolates?” It was more of demanding than asking.
“Five bucks.” The mascot answers with a shaky voice, body trying to move away from the hands that held him by the shoulder and kept him in place.
Yoseob doesn’t even think twice before he pulls out the crumpled up bill from his pocket and shoves it into the mascot’s hand. Thinking quickly, he pulls out the first sheet of paper he finds folded in his notebook and scribbling onto it his message-still all anonymous. Already quite pleased, he folds it and puts it at the bottom of the box, somewhere right under the chocolates and he hands them back to the messenger. As soon as she eats the chocolates one by one, she would see his invitation to the dance they school was hosting tonight.
“Deliver this box now to this girl in this class.” He says as he scribbles the details in semi-messy handwriting over a small post it and sticks it on the mascot’s forehead. He grins and steps out before he double takes and spins around, “There’s an extra five there for you if you promise not to say who it’s from.”
The mascot looks at him weird and thinks if he’s stupid. Obviously he wasn’t going to tell her who he was because for one, that was the concept of this project and two, he doesn’t even know what his name was.
Jieun sits in her class and she’s hidden behind the easel, painting away. As cliché as it was, the idea was to paint something related to love and with Jieun wanting to stand out, she creates something that is the opposite of love. Her iPod is drowning all the external noise, or distractions of her masterpiece as she would claim before she hears her name called out loud; her hand raises up in reflex. The mascot approaches her with pursed lips and hands her the box of chocolates, no words said. Seeing how she was about to ask, it was quite obvious with the questioning look on her face, the mascot quickly runs away to keep his end of the bargain.
Yoseob sits in his class and wonders if the box of chocolates were already given. He was a little worried that she might be able to decipher his handwriting so he keeps checking his phone for any possible death threat texts or calls. His worry over the situation ends when his professor asks for his homework, which he was sure he made over in a hurry this morning, and he isn’t able to find it. Yoseob spends the rest of the class worrying over the class which he might potentially fail.
Two hours later, their second period ends and Yoseob thinks that plan B has been successful. He makes his way to the cafeteria where he finds their study group huddled over something. With a grin on his face, he slides over to them, “What’s all the fuss about?”
Apparently, Jieun has been giving out the chocolates he bought for her. And it’s not like he really cared if she would eat the chocolates herself or hand them out to everyone, what mattered was she’d answer the message he left her.
“Just in time~” She singsongs with a smile and hands Yoseob a chocolate piece once he manages to squeeze himself into the huddle. He takes the chocolate and checks how many pieces are left in the box. There’s probably a good eight pieces until Dongwoon steals three and his eyes land on the paper he put in there. And it was there, in big and bold Verdana face, his name on the header.
His heart skips a beat and it’s not in a good way. His mind goes into panic and he tries to quickly devise up an excuse. When his brain rambling fails him, he puts the chocolate in his mouth and mumbles something about “Mine!” and he steals the box of chocolates for himself and runs out in a rush.
+
Yoseob doesn’t see them until another few hours. He decides not to show up for their supposed study group session which would always take place right after classes ended. But considering how there was a dance tonight, he assumes everyone would be fussing and preparing for it.
After the failure of his plan B, he was pretty much convinced that he was bad at making such straightforward and bold gestures like this. It’s either he was the one that has a problem or it was her. Because he never fails at things like this-usually this (getting dates) was the easiest part of his day. But here he is, rejected second time in a row by one girl.
He decides not to go to the dance tonight for the only reason that he wasn’t into socializing. And he’d rather take his mind off things. Somehow though, maybe out of curiosity, hours into the party, he walks in their gymnasium turned stage and dancing area. He wonders why he’s here and thinks he decides to strike one more time before he completely outs himself out.
Glancing around, he finds his usual group of friends scattered across the dance floor. His eyes immediately scan for her, it’s not that he did it on purpose but it had been some sort of natural habit now. He thinks of approaching her but he doesn’t think of any reason why so he doesn’t.
Without thinking, he trudges across the dance floor (carefully now so he isn’t spotted and dragged off by anyone he knows) and approaches the DJ’s table. After slipping a ten into his hand (one of the reasons he isn’t liking this already is because he’s actually spending more on trying to get a date instead of being on it), he makes a song request. Who knew he could be this cheesy, really? Never had he imagined saying, “Please read this,” he slips a small sheet of paper into the DJ’s hand, “And play Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours.” Just like that, he dashes off out the door.
“Jieun, be my Valentine?” The DJ announces as minute later and the spotlight shines down on her and everyone turns to stare at the petite girl in two-inch heels and a nice red tube top (the dress code for the night was something red and/or white). She blinks back at the DJ, “Well?” he prods her for an answer to which she could only give a nod.
“Great, he’ll see you outside.” The DJ smiles happily and plays the song as requested.
She gets hoots and teasing grins from everyone she passes by and she keeps her head down to hide that blush on her cheeks. She’s used to getting confessions like this but she didn’t expect something like this to happen on a day like this.
The cold hits her skin and she shivers but she pushes open the door anyway and steps out. With expectant eyes she looks around for someone who hopefully was waiting for her. The smile on her lips fall to a smaller curve at the corner of her mouth when all she finds is Yoseob.
She could easily tell it was him even if his back was turned to her. Jieun had no idea why but she just does. “What are you doing here?”
Yoseob’s ears perk up when he hears her voice and he spins around to face her only to see she’s almost already closed the distance between them with just a couple of feet in between. He only smiles (with teeth) and hopes that she would be able to assume that it was him who she was looking for.
“Creepy!” Jieun hits his arm.
Yoseob laughs and thinks that maybe, she got the hint already. “So,” he begins, and he gives himself a second to fix the words in his head. (Need to mention, he’s thankful that the moon is hidden behind a veil of clouds and the redness of his cheeks wouldn’t be that obvious)
“So,” Jieun copies.
Yoseob smiles.
She bites on her lip when she doesn’t want to make rash decisions and assumes. Jieun shrugs. “It’s getting cold out here so I’m going back inside.”
And even before he could even utter another word, she has her back to him and retreating to the warmth of the noisy gymnasium.
Yoseob’s confidence fades away and he deflates; he fails for the third time today and he swears that he is never participating in this stupid celebration ever again.
He was so close.
Yoseob wonders how despite her active participation in strikes and advocacies, can she still really be dense and oblivious in other situations.
His ego is stepped on even more now; if it could, it probably dug up its own grave, a good six feet under, just to hide from embarrassment. He thinks he’s lost his chance but he’s reminded that there is still next month. He could probably give it another go. Yoseob grins at this thought.
White Valentines is just a month away anyway.