Today's gym is full of "violence".  According to the schedule, we have to play basketball.  As usual, my teammates... never pass the ball to me, which is fine, but why do I keep "taking pictures of frogs" all the time.  Never mind, finally got a few successful attempts to steal the ball from the opponent.  My day is worse than any other day, my head is filled with images of Taehyung for some reason.  Every time I can focus on my feet and keep up with the game... it's like he reappears, creeping into my thoughts.
Then I finally got off the load, of course... as I stepped out of the gym.  I walked like a run to the truck;  There are so many people that make me need to hide.  After the accident of my beloved truck, I only dared to replace the rear light, because if I wanted to repaint the peeling areas, I would have to paint the whole car.  At that time, Taeyong's parents would have to sell their truck and cover the costs with me, there was no other way.
Just have to turn into the parking lot to get out... But oh my god, who's that.  I stood dumbfounded!  A tall figure loomed over my truck.  It turned out to be Suho.  Once I recognized that guy, I dared to continue walking.
- Suho - I called out.
- Hey, Amy.
- What's up?  – I asked and unlocked the car, completely not realizing the awkwardness in Suho's voice so his next words took me by surprise.
- Yes, it's me... I... I want to ask... can you come to the spring prom... with me?  – Suho's voice broke out in the last few hours.
- I thought it was the girl who invited me?  - Because I was so surprised, I couldn't think of a polite answer.
-Yeah, that's right-Suho stammered, his face red.
I tried to calm down and put on a warm smile.
- Thank you for taking care of me, but that day, I was already in Mokpo.
- Oh - Suho surprised - Then another time.
-Yeah, sure-I nodded in agreement, but suddenly bit my lip.  It would be dangerous if he understood that it was a date.
Suho returned to school, his gait sullen.  I suddenly heard a chuckle in my throat...
Taehyung is walking past my truck, eyes straight, lips pursed.  Frustrated, I yanked the car door open, jumped inside, and slammed the door shut.  I turned on the engine to make a loud noise and then slowly drove the car to the main road.  Taehyung also got into his car, two cars behind me, suddenly his car glided "sweetly" forward, blocking my path.  He stopped there to wait for his family;  I saw the four of them walking towards the parking lot, but for now, they were still in the restaurant's premises.  I really wanted to slip past his shiny Volvo, but there were too many people around.  I looked in the rearview mirror.  The cars have begun to line up.  Right behind me, Lee Taeyong was in the Sentra, waving.  I was in a state of frustration so I didn't recognize Taeyong right away.
I just sat there, looking up at the sky and at the ground, completely ignoring the car in front of me.  Suddenly, there was a knock on the trunk of the car.  I checked, it turned out to be Taeyong.  Why is his car still running and the door is left open?  Looking in the rearview mirror, I was extremely surprised.  I quickly leaned over to the seat next to me, twisting and turning so that the handle would turn to lower the window.  God, it's so hard.  I was only halfway down the glass when I had to give up and surrender.
- Taeyong, I'm sorry.  I can't get the car to move.  Taehyung is at the front – My anger rises to my neck again, this congestion clearly isn't my fault.
-Yeah, I know-Taeyong grinned-I just wanted to ask you one thing while we're still stuck here.
Oh my gosh, could it be...
- Do you intend to invite me to the spring prom with you?  – Taeyong asked straight (knew it!).
-I'm not going to stay in town, Taeyong-ah- My voice turned strangely irritated, but only a little.  Because for a moment, I suddenly remembered that this poor guy was not at fault, just today, Baekhyun and Suho made me lose all patience.
-Yes, Baekhyun said it-Taeyong replied.
- So what...
Taeyong shrugged.
- I thought you wanted to leave him out, that's why I said that.
Ah, well then, this is really Taeyong's mistake.
-I'm sorry, Taeyong-I replied, trying to hide my anger - But I really have to get out of Boseong.
- Great.  So we'll still hang out together.
Before I could say anything, Taeyong was gone, he was back in the Sentra.  I can totally feel the shock on my face.  Above, Hoseok, Jimin, Namjoon, and Yoongi just got into the Volvo.  In the rearview mirror of that shiny car, I suddenly realize Taehyung's eyes are focused on me.  Without a doubt, he was laughing so hard, like everything Taeyong just said, he didn't miss a single word.  My feet have been itchy for a while now, it keeps wanting to hit the gas... a light bump won't hurt anyone, just repaint that shiny silver color.  I started to speed up.
But all five of them were already there, so Taehyung immediately drove the car away.  I slowly drove home, and along the way, I couldn't help myself from complaining and whining.
When I got home, I decided to make corn tortillas mixed with chili sauce, served with chicken. This dish takes a long time, and requires me to really concentrate to get it done.  Right when I was sautéing onions and peppers, the phone rang.
It's probably just my mom or dad, but whoever it is, I'm shocked.
Luckily, it was Jisoo, and it was a jubilant Jisoo;  So Baekhyun found her at school, he accepted her invitation.  While flipping the food, I just congratulated me, Jisoo is very excited, she also wants to show off to Nayeon and Yeri.  Suddenly, a funny and naive thought popped up in my head, so I immediately shared it with Jisoo: maybe Nayeon - a shy girl in the same biology class with me - will invite Suho.  And Min Ji - the shy or wary friend who never talks to me over lunch - might invite Taeyong;  there's a chance this guy will agree.  Jisoo agrees with me, she thinks that if that's the case, there's nothing better.  Now that Jisoo has Baekhyun, her voice sounded genuine as she confessed her wish to meet me at the festival.  I apologized to my friend that I was going to Mokpo.
I turned off the computer, trying to focus on cooking for dinner – cutting the chicken into beautiful, attractive pieces;  Besides, I don't want to go to the emergency room again.  But for some reason my head keeps spinning, trying to analyze Taehyung's every word today.  What did he say, we'd better not be friends, so what?
My heart sank when I suddenly understood what he wanted to say.  Taehyung must have understood that I was attracted to him;  he doesn't want to... and because of that, we can't be friends... because he doesn't like me at all...
Of course Taehyung doesn't like me, thinking about this makes me feel proud... my eyes sting – an inevitable consequence... of onions.  I have nothing special.  But he does.  He's so charming... radiant as the sun... so mysterious... perfect... so handsome... what else... well, he can even use one hand to  Lift an entire truck.
Well, it doesn't matter, I can just ignore him.  I will ignore him.  Now I have to admit that I made the mistake of coming here.  It's okay... I'll go to another school in Seoul for example, they'll probably give me a scholarship.  When I think about it, I'm filled with hope.
Mr. Bang was clearly bewildered as soon as he entered the house, he immediately smelled the smell of green pepper.  Can't blame him - this is Mexican food.  Anyway, I'm a policeman, even a provincial cop, but I still have to be brave, and, I showed it so brilliantly... when I decided to taste the piece.  Firstly.  Dad seems to really like it, howling.  Looking at the appearance of my father when I believe in the cooking skills of the "wine daughter" more and more, I can't help but laugh.
- Father?  – I spoke up when my father was almost done eating.
- What is it, Amy?
- Um, I just wanted to let you know that next Saturday, I'm going to Mokpo,... okay Dad?  – Actually, I don't want to ask for permission (it will become a precedent) but not asking for permission is too "naughty", so I added the last three words to my sentence.
- Why?  – Dad was surprised, he must have not been able to understand that in Boseong there was still something missing that didn't satisfy me.
- Well, I want to find some books... the library here is too few.  By the way, I'll take a look at a few more shirts – I still have a decent amount of money left, since (thanks dad) I don't have to spend money on a car.  But that doesn't mean I just have to spend a little bit of money on fuel to stuff the truck's belly.
-That truck seems to be consuming a lot of gas-Dad remarked right when I was thinking about it- Are you traveling alone?  – Dad asked.  It's not clear if Dad thinks I have a boyfriend but wants to hide it or he's simply concerned about the car.
- Yes
- Mokpo is a pretty big city, you can get lost easily. - Dad seems to be upset about something.
- Oh, Dad, Busan is five times bigger than Mokpo.  I have a map too, nothing to worry about.
- Do you want dad to come with you?
I tried to act sly to hide my real anxiety.
- No , Dad, all day long, I'll go into the dressing room and try on one suit after another... it'll be boring.
-Oh, that's all right-So the thought of having to wait hour after hour in a women's clothing store immediately made me sick.
-Thank you, Dad-I smiled slyly.
- Will you be able to come back in time to attend the dance?
Oh... It's true that only in this tiny district can a father know about the three crazy high school dances.
- No, I'm not dancing, Dad. - Dad and everyone, I'm sure you already know that.  Like my mother, I can't stay calm for long if I keep being questioned about the same thing over and over.
Dad also understands.
- Yeah, okay.
The next morning, as I turned into the parking lot, I carefully parked the car away from the silver Volvo... that was the furthest I could get.  I don't want to be in a situation where I might end up owed to this weird person a new car.  Climbing out of the cabin, I fumbled for the key to drop to the ground.  I was bending down to pick up the key when a white hand reached out in time, grabbed it immediately, right in front of my eyes.  I flinched, looking up.  Kim Taehyung was standing right next to me, his back against the truck.
- How can you do that?  ' I asked in utter astonishment.
- Do what?  Taehyung asked again and held out the key.  I reached out my hand to meet him, and he dropped it gently into my palm.
- Step out of the air.
-Amy, it's because you don't observe, not me-Taehyung's voice remains the same, still melodious and gentle as ever.
I irritably looked at that perfect face of the opposite person.  Today, Taehyung's eyes are bright with a thick honey-gold color.  I lowered my eyes, trying to gather the thoughts that were swirling around in my head.
- Why did you let the traffic jam last night?  – I asked, still looking the other way – He pretended not to know that I was behind, in fact, he deliberately wanted to irritate me.
- It was Taeyong's will, not mine.  I just helped him with it – Taehyung chuckles scornfully.
- You really... - I gasped because... choked on my breath.  Can't think of a bad word at the moment.  I thought he would be afraid to accept my wrath, but instead, he was amused.
-I didn't pretend I didn't know you were behind-Taehyung said.
- Oh, so you obviously want to make me angry and die, what else?  Taeyong's truck can't do that.
There was a flash of anger in his golden brown eyes.  His lips pressed together very tightly, forming marks, all traces of the joke just now, in the blink of an eye, disappeared.
-Amy, you're such an unthinkable fool-he blurted out, his voice low and completely cold.
My hands are hot – I want to punch something hard.  That thought surprised me.  I used to be a peaceful person.  I turned around and walked away.
-Wait a minute-Taehyung called after him.  Regardless, I kept walking, ignoring the rain and the sound of water splashing under the heels of my shoes.  But Taehyung had no trouble keeping up with me, he quickly appeared right next to me.
- I'm sorry, it's rude - He says, but I ignore it - I don't deny it - Taehyung continues to "monologue" - Because no matter what, it's okay to say that.  still be considered too rude.
- Why don't you leave me alone?  – I grumbled.
- I wanted to ask you something, but you kept avoiding it- He continued snickering.  Apparently, he had regained his joy.
- Do you have mixed feelings?  – I asked harshly.
- She did it again.
- All right- I sighed- What do you want to ask?"
- I want to know, next week is Saturday... you know, the day of the spring prom...
- Are you going to play again?  I cut in and walked around Taehyung.  My face was wet with rain as I tried to look up to check his attitude.
Taehyung's eyes showed amusement.
- Please let me finish, okay?
I pursed my lips, clasped my hands together, to avoid... not to do anything foolish.
- I heard that you will go to Mokpo that day, do you need a driver?
What a surprise, did I hear it wrong?
- What?  - Maybe I heard wrong.
- Do you want to hitchhike to Mokpo?
- Who do you go with?  I asked again, confused.
- Of course it is with me- Taehyung pronounces each word clearly, as if he's talking to someone mentally retarded.
- Why?  - I'm still flabbergasted.
- I'm going to Mokpo next week, and to be honest, I don't think your car can go there.
- My car runs fine, thanks for the concern - I started to move on, my surprise overpowering my anger.
- But your car can go to Mokpo with just one tank of gas?  Taehyung caught up with me again.
- I don't see anything that bothers you. - Silly, obviously, the name of the owner of that shiny Volvo.
- Saving limited resources is everyone's concern, ma'am.
- Honestly, Taehyung - I can feel myself shaking when I call his name, and I hate it - I don't want anything to do with you.  If I remember correctly, you said you didn't want to be friends with me.
- I say we are better not friends, not saying I don't want to.
- Oh, thanks, now I see-I sneered, and suddenly realized I had stopped.  We're standing under the canopy of the cafeteria, now we can see Taehyung's face clearly.  But of course the face itself could not make me change my mind.
- Which means you'd be... wiser if you weren't my friend-he explained. "But I'm tired of avoiding you all the time, Amy.
His eyes suddenly lit up as his mouth uttered the last sentence, his voice filled with emotion.  I don't know how to breathe anymore.
- Will you come with me to Mokpo?-Taehyung asked, feeling still warm.
I still couldn't speak, just nodded in agreement.
Taehyung smiles briefly, and then his face turns serious.
-Actually, you should stay away from me, too-he reminded again-See you in class
Taehyung suddenly turned around and walked back to his old path.