Hyemin’s POV

“E-excuse me?”

I chuckled in disbelieve. 17 years of living in planet Earth, I swear this is the first time a person treated me this badly. And it was all because slightly bumping into him and making his uniform slightly wrinkled. Moreover, I am the one who was hurt more considering my kissed the painful ground that day. To be very honest, I deserve to make him my slave more.

The boy smiled at me before the smile slowly turned into a smirk, sending chills down my spine.

"Why not? The other girls are dying to be mine." He whispered beside my ears. There was something about his seductive whisper that gave me goosebumps from my head to toe. Though, I won’t fall for it, never.

"Then you can just ask those who's willing to be your slave.” I hissed, pushing his face away from mine. The short distance between our faces was making me felt uncomfortable.

"Alright, you're the one who pick that option. Brace yourself."

His lips curved into a sly grin and he stuck his hands in his pockets before leaving the rooftop as if the deal was nothing.

“That son of a— ugh!”

I messed my hair out of annoyance. Because of him, I didn’t get to taste the wonderful lunch and had to listen to his ty deal. Out of all people, it just had to be me. As if transferring to another school isn't enough hell for me.

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My rushing footsteps filled the almost empty hallway, it has been five minutes since break time was over and I knew I’m going to be so doomed knowing how fierce the next subject professor was based on what my classmate said. I didn’t care if I looked like a dying whale or a mad bull