Chapter 30: Lies
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I admit, the jealousy I felt seemed a bit odd, even to me.
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It was strange that I, who was not even Han-gyeol’s girlfriend, would feel jealous.
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But whenever Han-gyeol talked to another girl, a part of my heart ached.
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I wished that a part of his heart would ache too, whenever he saw me talking to another guy.
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Wishing for the guy I like to feel heartache... it was an incredibly selfish thought.
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Even though I couldn’t make the person I liked happy, there I was, harboring these terrible thoughts.
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I knew it was a selfish feeling, but I couldn’t help but feel like it.
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I wished he would only talk to me; I wished he would only study with me.
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I wondered if Han-gyeol had a vague sense of how I felt.
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Did he pick up on it when he saw me asking questions about problems I already knew the answer to?
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I was nervous about whether he catch on, but I also wished he would.
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If he was caught on and saw me as more than a friend, I hoped he came a little closer to me.
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I hoped he approached me a bit more boldly, without any caution.
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I hoped he came close enough that even someone as oblivious as me could be sure of it.
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Of course, I was making an effort too.
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Hoping to convey how I felt, I took various actions.
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For example, during class, I occasionally look at Han-gyeol instead of the blackboard.
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I could keep looking at Han-gyeol, diligently taking notes with his gaze fixed on the blackboard.
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Occasionally, when he yawns, I thought he looked really cute.
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They say when a girl finds a guy cute, it’s game over.
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I didn’t know who said it, but it felt true.
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I wanted to be Han-gyeol’s girlfriend.
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I wanted to be in a relationship where I could boldly tell him not to talk to other girls.
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But there was more than one thing troubling me.
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The fact that we were both students preparing for exams.
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The lack of assurance that I was the girl Han-gyeol liked.
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The possibility that all my current speculations might be baseless.
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Above all, there was the risk that we might end up worse off than strangers to each other.
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So, I was slowly approaching Han-gyeol.
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I was not sure if I was doing it right. I hoped it was not burdensome for him?
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I was sorry to the teacher lecturing passionately at the front, but I couldn’t focus on the class.
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My mind was already filled with Han-gyeol; there was no room for anything else.
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Han-gyeol was undoubtedly a good person.
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Not just from my subjective viewpoint, but objectively as well.
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In other words, there might be other girls who shared my feelings for him.
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There could be a girl who fell for him at first sight, watching him solve math problems effortlessly during class.
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My heart was racing, and I was pondering how to calm it down.
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In the end, I couldn’t concentrate, and the fifth period ended as such.
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“Eun-ha, what are you thinking so deeply about?”
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Harim, who noticed my lack of focus, asked me.
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“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.”
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Harim looked around and whispered.
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“Were you thinking about Han-gyeol again?”
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I was embarrassed, but cautiously nodded my head.
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“At this point, it’s not even surprising.”
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Mm—since the topic came up, I decided to ask Harim something.
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“Hey, Harim. I have something I want to ask you.”
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“Huh? Is it about studying? Because that could be tricky. You might get mad at me.”
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“No, it’s not about studying... um... wanna go to the canteen? We can talk while we’re there.”
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“Sure, let’s go and come back quickly.”
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I left the classroom with Harim and headed toward the canteen.
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After passing by the crowded bathrooms, I cautiously asked her.
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“Do you think Han-gyeol is good-looking?”
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“Hmm...? Why are you suddenly asking that?”
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“I just want to hear what you think about how Han-gyeol looks, objectively speaking.”
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Harim seemed momentarily perplexed by my question.
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Still, she candidly expressed her thoughts.
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“To be honest, he’s pretty attractive, isn’t he?”
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“Right? You think so too, Harim?”
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“Yeah. He’s good at basketball, good at studying... It doesn’t seem like there’s much he can’t do, you know? It feels like he’s above average in everything?”
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I nodded again.
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I was well aware that Han-gyeol was a jack-of-all-trades.
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He could assemble computers, make chocolate, and even handle household chores!
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Han-gyeol was objectively a really great guy, through and through.
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The thought that I might not be the only one smitten with him became even more pronounced.
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“Plus, Han-gyeol is so kind, gentle, and considerate,” I said.
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“That’s true. He seems like a deep thinker,” Harim responded.
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“Exactly! That’s what makes him seem so mature.”
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“Do you think he’s unusually mature for a high school student? Though, I’m not exactly sure where I get that impression.”
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“Yeah, it’s probably just something ingrained in him,” I said, agreeing with Harim’s statement.
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“So, why? Are you worried that some other girl might like Han-gyeol?”
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Harim had hit the nail on the head.
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But since I’d already mentioned it to her, I nodded.
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“Hmm. I don’t think you have any reason to be anxious.”
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“Well, I don’t know if it’s anxiety, or jealousy, or what... I’m not even sure what I’m feeling,”
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“Regardless, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
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“Why?”
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“Because, from what I can see, I think Han-gyeol likes you,” Harim added, lending credibility to her speculation.
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“Wait, you think Han-gyeol seems to like me, from what you’ve seen?”
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“I can’t say for certain, but that’s the vibe I’m getting.”
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“Can you tell me specifically what gives you that impression?”
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“Well, there are quite a few things. For starters, the way he looks at you?”
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“The way he looks at me?”
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I tilted my head in curiosity.
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“The way Han-gyeol looks at you is different from how he looks at other people.”
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“Really? Can you elaborate?”
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“You probably haven’t noticed since Han-gyeol always smiles at you, but he’s not that expressive? He doesn’t smile much.”
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“What? Han-gyeol smiles a lot! He’s always so cheerful.”
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“Really? I’ve never seen him smile when he’s not with you. The only other time is maybe a brief smile while playing basketball?”
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Harim’s observations added another layer of credence to her claim.
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I wanted to hear more from Harim.
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I looked at her intently, my eyes practically begging her to continue.
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“More than anything, when he looks at you, it’s like he’s looking at something adorable?”
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“What? No way, it can’t be that much, can it?”
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“He looks at you like you’re a cute little animal or something.”
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“A little animal?”
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“Yeah. Anyway, since we’re at the canteen, let’s buy something.”
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“I’ll get it!”
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“Fine, then I’ll just have one drink.”
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I hurriedly paid for the drinks with my card. We continued our conversation as we returned to the classroom, using the canteen as a sort of pit stop. Harim elaborated further on her thoughts.
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“He gives only you orange-flavored candies. To me, it seems like Han-gyeol is trying to express his feelings for you in his own way.”
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“What if you are just imagining things?”
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“I think the chances of that are slim.”
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“Mm-hm! Anyway, thanks for the help!”
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“Well, I did get a free drink out of this. Let’s hurry; we’ll be late.”
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The sixth period felt clearer in contrast to the fifth, which was laden with heavy thoughts.
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Could it be true, what Harim said? That Han-gyeol likes me? If we both like each other, that would be more than fantastic.
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However, despite my cheerful thoughts, the clear sky had suddenly darkened.
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Ugh, just when I was feeling good. When something unexpected like this happens, it makes me uneasy.
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The weather forecast had said it would be clear all day. But it didn’t matter since I had an umbrella in my bag anyway.
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As the seventh period started, raindrops began to fall. I looked out the window momentarily at the sound of rain tapping against the glass. It didn’t seem like it would stop soon.
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Did Han-gyeol bring an umbrella? I hoped he hadn’t, so we could share mine on the way home.
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As the seventh period ended with the sound of rain, Harim looked out the window and asked me,
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“It’s raining pretty hard. Do you have an umbrella?”
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“Yeah, I have one in my bag.”
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“Isn’t it heavy to carry around all the time?”
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“I get used to it, so it’s fine.”
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While talking to Harim, Han-gyeol walked over to my seat. Quickly, before our homeroom teacher returned, he asked me,
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“Eun-ha, do you have an umbrella?”
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I immediately countered his question.
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“Hm? Do you have one, Han-gyeol?”
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“Ah, I always have one in my bag. You don’t have one?”
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I had just told Harim that I had an umbrella. But without a second’s hesitation, I lied.
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“That’s right, I don’t have one.”
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“Really? Then let’s share mine. I’ll walk you home.”
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“Okay, thanks! Our teacher is coming; go back to your seat.”
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“Alright.”
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As soon as Han-gyeol hurried back to his seat, Harim looked at me with a mischievous smile.
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“Then what was that you just told me earlier?”
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I hurriedly brought my index finger to my lips and said,
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“Shh—”
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