CHAPTER THREE

I hate Monday.

Yesterday I said agree to perform till 11.00 p.m. and I regret it now. Even Taehyung has reminded me that the next day was Monday.

My feet and my eyes feel heavy. Looks like there are a 10 kilos barbel on it. If I can, I will lying down on bed, listening music while drinking a glass of hot chocolate, but here I’m. Clasroom. break time. Hot weather. And alone. My friends go to cafetaria to eat, they know about my condition so they let me to rest.

Suddenly I remember something. I step out to balcony, to my favorite place. I always stay there to spend my time. From this place I can see my school’s basket court freely. The girls are cheering at the side court, trying to give courage to their favorite player. But everytime I hear all of those sounds, I feel hurt and pain.

There he is, playing the basketball enthusiastically. Wherever he is, I can always find him. His tall figure, his athletic body, still as same as in my memory. His adorable face and his charming eyes always come up on my dream. That’s him. Mark.

Wait! What am I thinking about? Stop thinking about him Yura. I close my eyes. I have decided to forget everything about him. But everytime I see him, all memories about him come up on my mind. And just pain that remain in my heart.