"Wonnie ah, wake up!!!" I heard a familiar voice.

"5 more mins" I grumbled in my sleepy state.

Suddenly I felt someone shaking my whole body.

"YAH KIM HYE WON!! If you don't wake up now, There won't be any breakfast for you!" I could tell that he was smirking.

"TSK KIM SEUNGRI!! why are you so mean to meeee? You know my weakness is food. It wouldn't kill you to let me sleep a little longer," I pouted.

Annoyed, I sat up and ruffled my hair. I glanced at my clock. Arghhh, it's only 7 am! Stupid Kim Seungri. I threw a pillow at my maknae oppa, a signal for him to get out.

I reluctantly dragged my body to the bathroom and washed up. I came out and saw my already ironed uniform on my bed. Oh yeah it's the first day of school. I couldn't help but to sigh. I hated school. Well actually the lessons are bearable, it's just the students. Or should I say a particular student, Jay Park. I really hated him after what he did to me last year.

I could feel my blood boil every time I thought about what happened.

I shook that awful, unpleasant memory out of my head and put on my glasses (which are fake). After bringing my hair into a messy bun, I grabbed my backpack and rushed down to the dining room and greeted my oppas.

"Kim Hye Won, be strong in school today. You could always look for Seungri to help you if that Jay jerk makes things hard for you. And why do still you need to wear your glasses? You look prettier without them," Jiyong, my 3rd oppa said. 

"I don't want anyone to know that I'm your sister. Life won't be peaceful and I wouldn't know who would be friends with me for me." I replied monotonously. 

"As if your life is peaceful right now," Seungri scoffed.

I kicked him under the table and grinned but quickly put on an innocent face as he looked at me. 

As soon as I was done with my breakfast, I kissed my oppas on their cheeks, and dashed out of the house. I have never gone to school with my oppas. Girls would scream when they see BIGBANG, guys wanna battle them to be the best underground group. It was troublesome.

As I walked to school with heavy steps, I couldn't help but think about last year's incident.

 FLASHBACK 14.02.2011

" J-jay o-oppa, I m-made these chocolates my-myself f-for y-you" I stuttered.

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