About

As I entered high school, I decided to live in the dormitory. The reason was that my house was far away, and I suppose you could call it a small 'dream' of mine. To be honest, I've liked girls since I was eight years old. Maybe it was like that from the moment I was born, but I only realized it at eight. I was assigned to room 1327 with a girl named Ahn Jiyoung. I was so excited I couldn't even sleep. When I entered the room after the entrance ceremony, I never dreamed that this Ahn Jiyoung would be *that* Ahn Jiyoung. I never thought my hunch would become reality... She was the girl rumored to be the most beautiful girl in our school. How could I be this lucky? I understood why the rumors existed. She was truly, incredibly beautiful. Of course, a loser like me who had just moved up from a middle school in the countryside couldn't even compare. But Jiyoung was different. She was kind, sweet, and gentle to everyone. She was just a total angel. An angel without wings. She had great skin and long, straight hair. Honestly, I could say I fell for her at first sight. I fell in love. Even though I knew it would never work out, I kept loving her. Knowing that even if I confessed, it would only end in pain. Furthermore, rumors were already spreading that Jiyoung had a boyfriend or that there was a guy she liked. Of course, there wasn't a single confirmed fact from Jiyoung herself. Still, she seemed to ignore them until the end. One afternoon, at 4 PM when the sunlight was filtering through the window as the sun set. My sketchbook, which didn't have a single friend in it, fell to the floor and the contents spread throughout the entire school. 'There's a lesbian at our school,' 'That lesbian likes Ahn Jiyoung,' 'Her notebook is full of nothing but Ahn Jiyoung.' I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment. In the room, Jiyoung said nothing and acted as she always did. Is she pretending not to know, does she really not know, or has she just not heard the rumors yet..? I stayed up all night with all sorts of thoughts. At this rate, even the teachers would be contacted. If things went south, my parents would be notified and I'd get beaten up, right? I stayed up like that. I saw the sunrise. Next year I'll be a sophomore. There's one month left until next year. When we become sophomores, Ahn Jiyoung is transferring schools. In room 1327, I'll probably share a room with one of the girls who heard the rumors about me instead of Jiyoung. There is nothing I can do in the meantime.