Finally, Sports Day was just around the corner. I had signed up for the long-distance walking competition. (Yes, I know—walking, of all things. A taekwondo student doing a grandma sport? Embarrassing, I get it. But aside from fighting, I’m honestly useless at everything else.)
I was joining the event with my classmate, Silvia. And coincidentally—oh fate, you sneaky little thing—Kaysan was also training nearby for his own event. While we were sitting down and resting, Kaysan suddenly walked over to us.
My heart instantly hit taekwondo mode—fast and loud.
But no, he wasn’t there for me. He came to talk to Silvia. Turns out, they were friends. And just as I was pretending not to eavesdrop, Silvia smiled and said:
“Oh! Kaysan, meet my classmate.”
Classmate?
Girl, I wanted to be introduced as a mystery girl, not classmate number 7. But fine, I smiled anyway.
And then, the twist—
He looked at me and said, “I already know her.”
Wait, what?
My brain stopped.
He didn’t just know me. He knew where I lived. He said he’d seen me a few times outside school. And I just sat there like:
Is this fate... or do I need to file a report?
Still, I was surprised—because apparently, Skyrt (yes, the one who lives to tease me) is Kaysan’s best friend. So of course, he had heard stories.
Curious (and low-key trying to act mysterious), I asked him where he lived.
And he gave me the most irritatingly smug answer ever:
“That’s a secret.”
Excuse me? A SECRET?!
This man knew my postal code and bus route, but couldn’t even drop a hint about his own house?
It was annoying.
But also kind of intriguing.
But also still annoying.
Either way, I wasn’t someone who gave up easily.
That’s when my little devil side kicked in.
Challenge unlocked. Game on, Kaysan.
After I got home, the very first thing I did—without even changing my clothes—was open my laptop and start stalking Kaysan on social media. And guess what? I found him. Jackpot.
So, like any normal (totally not obsessed) person, I started analyzing every single picture he ever posted. One photo caught my attention—he was standing outside his house.
I zoomed in, squinted like Sherlock Holmes on caffeine, and I was 99.99% sure... that place looked exactly like the house opposite my cousin’s. But of course, being the overthinker I am, I needed solid proof.
So I paid my cousin a “casual” visit. And there it was—his house. Right there. Across the street.
That’s when the panic hit me. Flashbacks of all the embarrassing things I’d done while playing outside my cousin’s place started replaying like a horror movie. He must’ve seen everything.
Why, oh why, did I have to act like a chaotic little tornado in that exact spot?
O.M.G.What have I done?! 😱💀
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