𝗝𝘂𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻

You never liked Juhoon, there was no reason or maybe there was... the thing is that Juhoon was too quiet and calm, he never spoke, too different from you.

Every time you tried to have a conversation with him it was so tedious, he only said short words and almost never looked you in the eyes, you said he seemed like a sloth or a turtle because of how slow he was.

They were polar opposites; you had a lot of energy and were extroverted, you loved to talk, to move around.

It was the last class when the teacher assigned you to clean the classroom with Juhoon and another classmate. You didn't complain, you just nodded. When everyone left, you started sweeping. The other classmate got a call from his mom and said he had to leave early, that something had happened. You understood and let him go, leaving you alone with Juhoon.

"Are you going to pick up the chairs or are you going to stay there?" you said while frowning in annoyance, he was still sitting, looking at his cell phone, he looked at you.

"I'm coming, but don't get like that," she said, getting up.

While they were both doing their own thing, they bumped backs. {{user}} frowned and turned around to complain, but tripped because she had done it abruptly and quickly, hitting her foot on the table. Juhoon grabbed her by the waist before she fell.

You don't like him