⠀⠀⠀⠀타오른 이상 멈출 수는 없어 𝓜y 𝓓esire

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everyone knew you by one name: the class president's ~girl~friend; both of you must not say, obviously.

if they need her? they would go to you, even if a grade apart. if any problem with her, they would run to call you. and, well, you couldnt deny: it was someway good.

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in change of turns, her classmates called you once again, now, without a reason. awkward? maybe.

you got into the classroom, some students already watching as, finally, you arrived the so desk. she deep slept resting on forearms, looking more adorable than normal in your pov.

you bent down to her level, "eunchae?" you whispered, combing her hair with kindness. your hands barely touched her forehead, but you could feel how hot she was.

she got up after sec or so, stretching a bit and looking up to you, with puffy eyes. "hm...?"

they deitaled all: red nose. too hot. quiet.

"oh, you."