“Hyung can I please ask you a question?” I heard a shy timid voice say from behind me. Turning around I glared at who it was.

“What is it?” I said sighing as I turned around. It wasn’t quite a surprise at who it was actually.

“Hyung, I like you… I like you a lot.” He told me a blush quickly coating his face as he looked down. It wasn’t really as surprising as it was supposed to be the whole school basically already knew. We stood there for a couple minutes in complete silence neither saying a word until the bot finally spoke out.

“Hyung, I’m really sorry about this inconvenience, but I really wanted to tell you…  I’ve always wanted to tell you this, and I made it a promise at graduation to tell you before I leave to make no regrets even though I knew you only liked girls and not guys… I just wanted to see possibilities, but since y-you don’t feel the same I guess I’ll just leave.” He said giving out a shy smile before turning away. I let out a smirk at this.

“Kim Jaejoong.” I called out to him making him stop and turn around towards me. Walking towards him I grasped his wist gently giving out my iest smile, which would make even the coldest hearted woman fall in love with me, making the boy blush and look down.  ‘Perfectly caught in my trap.’ I thought to myself evilly.

“Jaejoong-ah, you really like me right. Do you like me enough to have naughty dreams about me or better yet don’t you at the mildest thought of me.” I told him cruelly giving off a cruel smirk to match as I tightened my grasp on his hand. He looked up in surprise at what I said.

“No I would never.” He told me voice shaking in fright as he did so.

“You must be the type. You don’t even have to worry just tell me.” I said in his face maliciously gripping his wrist tighter.

“Hyung you’re hurting me. Are you made at me?” The boy said pitifully gripping his hand in pain.

“Mad at you I’m furious at the thought of being with such a disgusting like you. Who do you think I am, really? Do us all a favor and go die up in a hole somewhere.” I said throwing down his wrist as well as pushing him down before walking away. As I walked away I heard a subbing cry that made me feel an itch of guilt in my heart, but I pushed it to the back of my mind and made it disappear.