Yoojung was lost, confused, dumbfounded, so many things.
Why her? 
Why is Doyeon so obsessed with her?
Had she done something to offend her?
Had she said something offensive?

Yoojung just didn't know.
Not that Doyeon knew the exact reason why either.
All Doyeon knew was that it wasn't healthy.

She's all she saw when she slept.
She's all she saw when she was awake.
She well and truly couldn't escape her no matter what she did.

Hate. Love. Infatuation.
You can call it so many things.

To one it was right, to the other it was wrong.
They were like polar opposites.

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The shorter girl lay on her bed whilst her best friend, Somi, sat beside her giving her a curious look.

"What's bothering you shortie?" she said as she flopped down beside her.

"Kim Doyeon." she uttered with a rather loud sigh.

"Isn't that the girl who accused you of bullying her three years ago?" Somi scoffed.

"Yah, how many times have I told you it was Sejeong and not me? I never said anything to her, it's not my fault she blamed me." she retaliated as she shot the younger girl a glare.

"She's kind of obsessed with you, it's weird." 

"I know, I know." was all Yoojung could utter out before she began to drift off to sleep.



She woke up in the same position, Somi having left not long after she fell asleep.

She could still feel Doyeon's fingers ghosting over her thigh.
She couldn't get that feeling out of her mind.
It was amazing.
It was also extremely dangerous for her.
She shouldn't love the other girls obsession with her, but she does.

She loved how hard she tried.
She loved how she never gave up.
She loved how wrong she made her feel because in this instance, two wrongs definitely make a right.

They were both wrong for wanting each other in ways they shouldn't be thinking.
They were both wrong for being attracted to each other despite hating one another.
Was it really hate though?
Should you be that obsessed with hate?
Does hate really have the power to make your knees tremble at the simple thought of the other?

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Yoojung couldn't wait for the taller girl to turn up to their tutoring session.
She couldn't wait to see what kind of games she'd tr