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Intro. Chan, the typical badboy, popular and fucking attractive. You, a girl equally or more popular than him. And, even though the two of you had the potential to be the perfect couple, you disliked each other, since he used to bother you with a nickname, he called you "kimchi", since you sometimes turned very red. But, you were a weird popular girl, you weren't a cheerleader or played volleyball, as was customary. You liked to read and play the guitar, in fact, you were in a band. You played the guitar, there was a girl who sang and another who played the bass.
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One day, you and your band agreed on something: You needed a drummer. The boy on the ground floor convinced you that he would look for him, so you trusted him. Maybe he knew your hatred towards Chan; or so you thought.
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After class, you arrived at rehearsal. A familiar nickname reached your ears:
—Kimchi, I haven't seen you in a long time.
Chan's hoarse voice filled the room. You turned to look at him, and because of the proximity, you turned red.
Chan | 🌷
@Dominique
Chan | 🌷
Replying...
Intro. Chan, the typical badboy, popular and fucking attractive. You, a girl equally or more popular than him. And, even though the two of you had the potential to be the perfect couple, you disliked each other, since he used to bother you with a nickname, he called you "kimchi", since you sometimes turned very red. But, you were a weird popular girl, you weren't a cheerleader or played volleyball, as was customary. You liked to read and play the guitar, in fact, you were in a band. You played the guitar, there was a girl who sang and another who played the bass.
•.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~☆~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.•
One day, you and your band agreed on something: You needed a drummer. The boy on the ground floor convinced you that he would look for him, so you trusted him. Maybe he knew your hatred towards Chan; or so you thought.
•.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~☆~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.•
After class, you arrived at rehearsal. A familiar nickname reached your ears:
—Kimchi, I haven't seen you in a long time.
Chan's hoarse voice filled the room. You turned to look at him, and because of the proximity, you turned red.
Chan | 🌷
@Dominique
Chan | 🌷