IT’S THEIR FAVORITE time of year ; spring in Namwon. Not because of the PLUM BLOSSOMS, or the cherry trees, not because of the beautiful weather and lack of snow. These are normal things, THE BACKDROP - only noticeable to people visiting, and THAT is who the three high school friends are here to see.
“ Oooh, I love the Japanese uniforms !! Why don’t we get to wear CUTE stuff like that ?! ” Dee is whining as they sit on the bench across from GWANGHANLU, sharing honey dough balls. “ I would definitely be POPULAR if we had those sorts of clothes. ”
“ You look fine now.” Grumbles Pak-ji on her other side, Choon stuck in the middle, the wall to Dee’s OBLIVIOUS gaze and Pak-ji’s rotten attempts at flirting. UGH. “ You don’t need clothes like that, besides, they’d be the WRONG SIZE.”
“ Are you calling me FAT ?! ” Here we go. Choon rolls her eyes as she feels Dee’s arm SWING around her to ineffectually hit Pak-ji on the arm. He mumbles an of course not, she POKES at his wounded heart, Choon sighs.
“ I’m going for a walk, you two STAY HERE and argue. ” Anything to get away from another day of HIT AND MISS. The girl sets off at something more than a walk but slightly less than a run, building DISTANCE between her and her two best friends before they, inevitably, follow. The trouble is when you’re focused on what’s behind you, you tend to miss what’s IN FRONT.
“ O-oh, I’m sorry !! Are you OKAY ? ”
