0. High School Girl’s Ideal Type
1.
I am Min Ah-rin, a 17-year-old high school girl.
Entrance to high school. She has three years left until graduation.
I’m still single at the age of 17, I wanted to meet a caring man and have a fresh love that was possible only in my school days.
Sending notes during class, having a casual conversation during break time, going to karaoke together after school.
Just imagining the situation of sharing an umbrella on a rainy day and bumping hands while eating popcorn at a movie theater makes me smile.
My ideal type is a handsome but pure guy who has lived alone all his life like me.
There were times when her friends teased her about her ideal type, saying it was a delusion of being a single mother.
… ….
It’s embarrassing for a woman to say this, but a man with experience is a little burdensome.
Anyway.
That’s what I like.
“Did you leave it behind again? If you get caught this time, wouldn’t it be cleaning? The music teacher didn’t look good today either.”
This man frowns and bruises me.
“Hold this.”
“Huh? What are you going to do if I give this to you?”
“Am I you?
This man handed me the recorder he was playing with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Hey, will the music teacher be fooled if you just hold it? Try blowing it.”
“No, this, the one you used…”
“Are you going to get scolded for not being able to stand being dirty? My saliva is clean, so do it quickly. The teacher is coming.”
“That… Yup!”
And while doing so, this man put the mouth of the slightly moist recorder into his mouth.
No matter how you look at it, it seems far from the freshness I wanted.
The school uniform and hairstyle that gives off a schoolboy vibe seem far from the ideal type I thought of.
But when I see my heart beating like this.
Seeing your body heat up like this.
… …. Maybe.
It’s clear what I’ve become.
My saliva is clean…