The train pulled up to the stop with a whooshing of air brakes and the hiss of the pneumatic door opened and Sa Rang hardly managed to descend as it soon was crammed with passengers that began to upload.

She had applied to Yonsei University that was considered as one of South Korea's oldest and most prestigious SKY universities, an acronym which was made up of first letters of Seoul National University, Korea University and Yonsei University.

It was a roughly 3 hours drive away and therefore she had to board there. Not having much occassions to see her family only on weekends, however, frequenting the same university as her twin brother had been kind of relief for their parents knowing Min Ho would take care of his sister well.

While she had to apply as a freshman once again, her brother was admitted as junior student, following Yonsei University's policy, which was– to be accepted as a transfer student, the applicant must have at least completed four semesters in their old university and Min Ho had that. He had already finished his two full academic years, majoring in Architecture in Georgetown University, the one which was considered nationally as a hidden ivy league in the United States.

Few steps away and she stopped on the sidewalk to check her belongings. Everything was alright and in place since she hardly made it out the train. Another check on her phone, it was there inside her blazer pocket. She sighed in relief that she didn't lose it to some freaky swap phone situation. At that particular thought crossed her mind, she beamed at herself, giving herself a mental pat on the back for surviving another possible, expected encounter.

She became so cliché-phobic that she was always taking great pains not to find herself stuck in a predictable situation, having a chance encounter such as in the popular stories made her terrified that she could ended up trapped inside the same, expected template. Traumatized by the overused tactics in these kind of coincidental meetings, she was seriously avoiding them as if they were plague.

It was a good five blocks to the Sinchon Campus from the train stop. She jaywalked four of the five street crossings, and groaned inwardly as she approached the fifth and final one that left her across the street from the the main campus of  Yonsei University.

The street crossing ahead of her shone a neon warning not to walk. As she had traversed the other four, this was not what worried her. What bothered her were the tens of cars that zoomed by at what seemed like sixty~ seventy miles per hour, with no breaks in between. She slowed to a stop at the corner, glancing down at her wristwatch, she was running late and running out of patience, thankfully the light had changed and she started across.

She was rushing to get ready for class after waking up late. Setting the alarm was easy, but getting out of bed seemed almost impossible. Especially when she didn't stay at the dormitory on the weekends.

Finally she made it inside the campus she stopped to wipe the tip of her shoes. There were rocks on the sidewalk that she kicked all the way down to the Art department where she had Interpreting Ancient Art and Archeology class, an optional module that worth 20 of credits.

Sa Rang looked around her, inspecting the area of the majestic-looking campus with the beautiful ivy covered its external walls.

She was searching for no one in particular. She let out a deep breath, noting how grateful she was that she didn't run into anyone on the train, while crossing roads and even now at the campus, since these last places were likely to have a high rate to stumble upon a classic cliché encounter.

With her 'extraordinary' achievement she walked up toward the entrance, completely absorbed into her own little victory that she didn't pay attention to her steps on the staircase. She stumbled upon her feet and the edge of the stairs was almost going to welcome her face but at last moment she felt something had caught her backpack, pulling her back to her feet as she struggled to get her balance.

Frozen to the spot once she felt the presence of the male counterpart. She closed her eyes tight and stomped the ground, protesting.

– " NO! GOD! PLEASE! NO.. NO! FOR FUCK SAKE NO!!"

– " You have to watch your steps or you will end up with a broken nose!"

A second later, she opened her eyes and slowly turned her head toward the cocky taunting voice.

It took her a second to realize that she was staring into a tall guy with a soft face and medium length blond hair styled up into a half bun, who she gathered– had pulled her at last moment before hitting the ground.

She straightened up, this time hissing in disbelief and eyeing the guy menacingly. The guy seemed a bit startled of Sa Rang's unreasonable death glares.

– " Uh.. Shouldn't you say something?"

– " Why should I ?"

She mentally retorted. Arching one of her brows. She had to clench her jaw in attempt to suppress her anger, but she failed as anger was raging out of her nostrils. Her hands were already curled into a tight fists.

– " What do you expect? A little hug here and a little thank you there with a little blushing and a LOT of lovey-dovey cotton candy nauseating eye-contact!"

– " Yaa!! Why so overreacting?! You were almost fallen on the ground. I pulled you up at last moment, don't you think you should thank me for that?"

– " Humpf.. How ungrateful wench!"

The still unknown guy murmured, giving the brunette a side glare.

– " AND WHO TOLD YOU TO DO SO??! I prefer to get a bruised face rather than stuck in a cliched scene of possible burgeoning romance! YOU RUINED MY DAY!!"

She shouted back at him. He tilted his head to the side and blinked twice. His gazes were like questioning the girl sanity.

– " Yaaa!!"

He shouted silencing her, cringed at her behavior.

– " Tsssk.. If I can just rewind the time I would rather see your front teeth falling.."

It was at that moment when Sa Rang's eyes stared at his mouth. Full, kissable lips. She shook her head inwardly like she was clearing some unusual thought that crossed her mind.

She glanced down at her wristwatch, and yelped at the time, she glared once again at him then swiftly turned her head to the other side. She tried to walk away, but she was hampered by the guy's foot. She whirled her arms in an attempt to regain balance but she pitched toward the hard, concrete staircase. Throwing out a hand to stop the fall but Sa Rang felt a sharp wrench of pain in her wrist after she tried to avoid landing on her unprotected face.

A devilish smirk plastered on his delicate face.

– " This is a lesson to learn. Manners cost nothing. Now find you someone who would help you up, you, brat!"

– " EURGH!! HOW YOU DARE YOU ASSHOLE!"

She scrambled to her feet shouting at the guy who already started off, his both hands buried deep into his grey trousers pockets.

She unstuck her feet from the ground and began to walk up toward the entrance.

×××

Getting to class a few minutes late and finding a seat was an accomplishment per se. The professor had yet to pass around the attendance sheet and Sa Rang took it as a sign of relief knowing that the rush to get to class was a win after all, eventhough her morning was ruined by that unknown guy.

During class and as she tapped hasty notes on few points in the subject, the professor snapped at her.

– " What are you doing?"

He shouted.

Sa Rang looked up from her notebook with her eyebrows raised. She answered once she knew he directed his question to her.

– " I was just taking notes."

– " Why?"

The instructor demanded.

– " Uh.."

– " Well, why are you taking notes?"

– " I just am."

– " No! You were trained to take notes. They stick you in a warehouse for twelve years and they train you like monkeys."

She glanced around the classroom and was relieved to see every other person was just as shocked and confused as she was.

The instructor continued to rant about the educational systems. He stomped in circles at the front of the classroom, waving his hands in the air and shouting.

Class was dismissed early and the entire class bolted for the door. Sa Rang lingered by the door and watched, her suitemate Kwang Eun Bi gathering her things when her big purse tipped over and her stuff– namely books, scattered on the floor.

– " Urgh!!"

She said loudly, not seeming to notice Sa Rang was still there. When she did see her she smiled sweetly. Sa Rang smiled back and asked,

– " Hey sunbaenim, wanna help?"