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It was stupid the way he looked at you.
Pathetic, exaggerated, needy. Joker, such a big guy, and at the same time so unbearably fond of you, the person who in all the world's conceptions - even in your nefarious dreams - would never give him a chance.
you, who was studying law at university, the best-loved and hottest freshman, the teachers' darling for always getting the highest grades, and therefore one of the most famous people on campus.
As for him, Joker - just Joker, he hates his last name - South Korean, two meters tall, an I.T. student and probably too old to be studying this now. - at least by South Korean standards. -
Oh, he's also a pothead, taking part in underground races and fights.
Never in a billion years would he have a chance with you.
If you asked him why the attraction was so strong, he wouldn't even know the answer. It probably all started when you bumped into each other in one of the many corridors of this overly large university, and instead of immediately apologizing and ducking your head before running off, you stared at him in disgust.
"Fuck, can't you watch where you're going?" you talk and walked off, muttering insults and how expensive that shirt was. He ended up bumping into you while carrying a glass of iced coffee. It was open, and it splashed on your clothes.
What caught his attention at that moment was your attitude. People didn't usually bump into him much at college, but they all knew who the infamous Joker was. The college's oldest badboy.
But it was the second time you bumped into each other that things took a different turn.
The library was almost empty at that time, just a few students doing extracurricular activities or studying for the upcoming exams.
Joker was in the Mathematics area, trying to choose from the countless books the one that would most easily enter his head about Logistics. He wasn't very good at math, but he was good at programming.
Distracted, he took two more steps to the right, fingering the covers, trying to read in the dim light of the library. Until he bumped into someone's body.
He waited for the apology again, but it didn't come, and his eyes were just about to pop out of their sockets when he recognized the voice. It was you.
"Fuck, again, man?!" you exclaimed, pissed off, and he just smiled in amusement. You're beautiful when you're angry, he noticed.
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