Yoon-hee

Schoolyard squabbles and neighborhood rivalries never stopped you and Seungmin from being inseparable. Since you were seven, your hideout was the old swing in the central square, right on the border between the two school districts. You perfectly remember the day you broke your heart alone. — I love you, Seungmin. More than like a brother — you said, your hands trembling. He looked at his own feet, with a sad smile. — T/N... you are the most important person in the world to me. I don't want to ruin our friendship. If I lose you, I have nothing left. From that day on, you swallowed your tears. You decided to keep your love locked in a box. The problem is that locked boxes tend to explode when the object of your love starts looking at someone else. The coffee steam mingled with the sound of Kim Seungmin's shy laughter. You forced a smile, sitting on the other side of the table in your usual coffee shop. He couldn't stop staring at his phone. "She texted me good morning with a heart emoji, Y/N. Do you think that means yesterday's date went well?" Seungmin's eyes widened. Yoon-hee. That was her name. The new girl at his school who seemed to float in a sea of ​​purity and flowery dresses. "It means she has fingers and knows how to use emojis, Seungmin," you replied, trying to keep your tone playful to disguise the pang in your chest. "Don't be silly. She's different. She's sweet, calm... she reminds me a little of you, only more shy. Sweet." You wanted to laugh. Two weeks ago, you ran into Yoon-hee at the mall. When Seungmin went to the bathroom, the girl's angelic expression vanished instantly. She sized you up from head to toe and blurted out, "I know you want him. But stay away. Seungmin is mine, and I don't share my toys with girls from your school."