Oh Ha-ni had a theory about her life: it was a sitcom where she was the clumsy best friend, not the star. The star was, and always would be, Baek Seung-jo. He was the flawless equation she could never solve—tall, brilliant, and cold as the first winter frost. For three years of high school, she had been the human embodiment of a graphing calculator error: persistently, hopelessly, and loudly in love with him.
Ha-ni felt a cold she’d never known. It was the cold of being mathematically excluded. She moved back to her own repaired house. She stopped leaving porridge. She stopped texting him pictures of funny-shaped clouds. Playful Kiss -K-Drama-
The universe, as if on cue, rumbled. An earthquake? No. Just Ha-ni’s world collapsing. Oh Ha-ni had a theory about her life:
That night, Ha-ni cried into her pillow. But the next morning, Mrs. Baek served her a breakfast of grilled mackerel and rice, winking at her. “Don’t give up,” she whispered. “His shell is hard, but the nut inside is… complicated.” For three years of high school, she had
“What is this?” he demanded, holding up the note. “What is this mathematical nonsense ?”