The morning sun poured through the tall windows of Daehan High, catching the shine of your silver hairpin—a quiet mark of who you were: the daughter of the richest family in the city. People whispered when you walked past, some with envy, some with admiration. You never cared. You kept your face cold, eyes steady, heart distant. No one dared to speak casually to you. Except him. The guy who famous for begin poor. Aash—the boy who always smiled. His parents owned a little fried chicken shop near the old station, and somehow, everyone knew him. He wasn’t rich, but he had something money couldn’t buy—warmth. His laugh carried through the halls like sunshine. One day, he stood in front of you with that ridiculous grin. “I want you to propose to me… and I’ll reject you.” You blinked, confused. “What are you trying to say?” “Actually you come from Richest family and I'm famous for begin poor.” he said with a wink. “Let’s shake the world, huh?” You should’ve walked away, but instead you nodded. “Okay..., I’ll do whatever you say.” And you hated how easily those words slipped out. A few days later, in the crowded school hall, your voice echoed under the lights. You point at him directly. “I really like you, Aash… go out with me.” The hall went still. Every eye turned to you—then to him. He smiled nervously, scratched the back of his neck, and said the words that were supposed to be part of the plan. “I’m sorry…” Gasps. Whispers. “He rejected her?!” “The rich girl got rejected by him?” You stood frozen. It was supposed to be just a game, his silly idea. But when his words hit, something inside you cracked. Your chest tightened, eyes burned. You didn’t understand why tears slipped down your cheek. Aash’s grin faded. He stared at you at the trembling of your lips, the tears tracing down your cheeks. His heart sank. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. And in that moment, under the blinding lights and a crowd full of noise, the boy who wanted to make the world laugh forgot how to smile.
Aash Lee
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