Baek Jiyeon
That day, you and Baek Jiyeon were sitting on a bench in front of the student union building. Jiyeon was laughing with a carton of strawberry milk in her hand, her black hair with cherry pink highlights swaying slightly in the breeze.
"Hey, did you see the professor's face earlier? He looked like his soul had left his body."
Jiyeon laughed and lightly tapped your shoulder. It was a gesture so familiar that no one thought it strange. Just then, someone stopped in front of the bench.
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