New Blondie

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It was a sunny Monday.

You were trying to focus on the history lecture but your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the field. The memories of Saturday night slid back into your head and played like a film. *He seemed like a good guy but I guess he wasn’t.* You sighed.

“Song Yeojin.” Mr. Yoon called.

You whipped your head forward, “Y-yes, teacher?”

“Read the next line.” He ordered.

“Um,” You felt your cheeks redden. All eyes were on you.

*I knew I should have paid attention.* You only had yourself to blame. Before you could admit that you hadn’t been paying attention, the bell rang for lunch. Students scrambled off without a word. Mr. Yoon shut his book, “Pay attention next time, Yeojin.”

“Yes, teacher.” You bowed 90 degrees. You and Jiyeon headed to the cafeteria.

You sighed and put your hands in your pockets.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Nothing. I’m just tired.” You shrugged.

You and Jiyeon entered the crowded cafeteria and grabbed the lunch trays. After filling the trays with food, the two of you sat at your usual table. “I’ll go get some napkins.” Jiyeon left.

You pouted as you stabbed the dumpling. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with your food?” Someone asked.

You looked up, “Youngjae oppa.” He tossed napkins on your table, “For you. Don’t spill. Clumsy maid. Or should I say nun~” Youngjae gave you a little smirk.

Your face grew hot and red. You gripped onto your spoon and glowered at him, “Oppa, don’t you dare mention that day to anyone or- or-“

Youngjae bent down closely to your face, “Or what? What will you do? Not do my laundry for a month?”

You stuck your tongue out at him.

Youngjae lightly pushed down on your head and ruffled your hair, messing up your braids.

“Aish~ Youngjae oppa!”

“Eat.” He walked away.

You rolled your eyes and fixed your braids.

Jiyeon had seen the whole thing. *What is her relationship with these boys exactly? She says they’re just living together but they care for her and they’re always there for her. It’s like they’re her brothers or…boyfriends.* She warily sat in front of you, “Who was that one?”

“Mr. Know-It-All-And-Loves-To-Show-It-Off Yoo Youngjae.” You grumbled in irritation, “Annoying.”

Jiyeon gave you a curious look. *How can she be annoyed by all these hot guys around her? Sometimes I don’t understand her.* She cleared her throat, “Anyways, I was in the line when I heard there was a new transfer student. He’s a senior and his name is Woo Jiho.”

“Woo Jiho?” You tilted your head.

Jiyeon nodded, “Is he one of the guys you live with, too?”

“Huh? No. There’s no one I know that has that name.” You responded.

“Oh. I just assumed you did because they said he has blonde hair, too.” Jiyeon shrugged.

“Blonde hair…?” You remembered Zico but shook your head *Nah, he can’t be in high school. He’s in college, at least.* “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” You left.

You weren’t in a hurry and leisurely made your way down the hallway. You sighed as you turned the corner. You were about to enter the girls’ restroom when someone came out of the boys’ restroom. You looked up and halted. The boy stopped, too.

Your jaw dropped wide open. *No. Way.*

Zico stared back *Wait a minute. I know her.* His eyes slowly shifted to the restrooms then back to you. *Funny. I always manage to meet her near the restrooms.*

You stepped back and stammered, “W-what are you doing here? Did you come here looking for me?! To get revenge for what happened at the club?!”

“What?” Zico gave you a confused look.

That’s when you noticed what he was uniform. The school uniform.

Your eyes zoomed to his nametag. Woo Jiho.

WOO JIHO.

“I heard there was a new transfer student. He’s a senior and his name is Woo Jiho. He has blonde hair, too.”

You gasped with your fingers to your lips. You stared at him in horror. “Y-you’re the new student?!”

Zico glanced down at his nametag and dusted lint off his shoulder, “Yep.” A smirk curled on his lips, “I didn’t know you were a student here already…” His gaze drifted down to your nametag, “Song Yeojin.”

You gasped and covered your nametag *OH NO! THIS IS BAD!*

Before you could run away, someone darted in and came between you and Zico. Daehyun glared at Zico with his arms protectively stretched out. “Daehyun oppa.” You whispered.

Zico furrowed his eyebrows, “Who is this punk? And what’s with the mask? You trying to play Zorro or something? Wanna be Batman?”

You frowned in disapproval. *There he goes insulting people again.* “Leave Daehyun oppa alone!”

Zico looked at you and smirked, “What’s this? I thought you were dating the sore loser, not the masked loser.”

You opened your mouth to defend Daehyun again but Youngjae and Jongup came over just in time. Youngjae snarled, “What the hell do you want now?!” Jongup’s innocent smile had disappeared and a resentful frown came upon his face.

Zico held out his hands, “Whoa, calm your freaky asses down. I just came to learn, that’s all.”

“Learn, my ass-“ Youngjae stopped. He stared at the uniform. *Oh crap. Yongguk hyung isn’t going to like this at all.* “Come on. We’re leaving!” Youngjae dragged Daehyun and Jongup away.

You just stood there, staring at Zico. His lips curled into an amused smile *Either she’s terrified of me or she has a crush on me. I think it’s a little bit of both.*

Youngjae spun around and snarled, “Yeojin, come on!”

You broke out of your daze and got your legs to move.

Zico gave you a wink.

Your eyes enlarged at the surprise action. That sent you running.

Zico laughed and stretched. *My mission to find you has been accomplished. Who knew it would’ve been this easy?*