Riyoung POV

Woa. .I have got to ask Cap how to make that meat bun.

I'm now currently already in the classroom, arranging my things, going over my previous notes. I didn't take out the notebook he gave me though, who knows, maybe the girl that gave it to him is in this class. And I do NOT want to give notes back. It'll be approximately 8 minutes until first period starts. I looked around, and only about less than half of the students are here.

They were probably the "decent' ones. I looked back to see how Cap was doing. Well. .er. he was sleeping. I think that this guy is able to sleep through a war.

After a while, the room started to get filled.

Then, five arrogant looking men emerged through the doors. When they did, it was like they were a hurricane or something, everybody stopped what they were doing. The girls were especially annoying, they all gasped and giggled to themselves, whispering to one another. Ugh. .even the girls whom I thought were "decent" was doing that.  I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

What are they? gods? =/

Suddenly, Niel softly slammed his palms on my desk. Slightly startling me.

"Hey Riyoung! Did you really go on a date with Ljoe??" he asked in disbelief. "Why him?"

HUH?

I looked confusedly at a smug looking Ljoe. The hell is he talking about? 

I looked around. Ah. .the glares from the girls. They probably heard that.

"The heck?? I DID NOT go on a date with that oaf! and I guarantee you, I never will." I clarified, almost jumping out of my seat.

Teentop was silent for a moment and all looked at Ljoe, who seemed unfazed.

"Then it's a lie then?" Changjo asked hopefully.

"Hah! I knew it." Chunji said triumphantly. "I told you guys  he was bluffing."

Ljoe just continued smiling like an idiot. "Yes we were. She even asked me to take her home at night."

Everyone gasped. The glares were intensifying.

"GAAHHH!" I shrieked, "It's not what you think dammit! It was already night time and he offered. . so. ."

Damn. I knew I shouldn't have asked him to do that. Now he's always gonna hold that against me. Teentop seemed unconvinced. They all began shaking their heads and murmuring 'it's Ljoe after all' and 'that was fast.'

I was getting fed up.

"THAT WAS NOT A FREAKING DATE OKAY??" I scream. 

And of course, since I am incredibly lucky, when I did, it just so happens that the teacher comes in. When I noticed his presence, I immediately shut up and took a seat.

The teacher looked at me questioningly. 

"Ms. Park. Just because you are a new student, does not mean that you can cause a racket even before class starts." he scolded.

I was scolded. ME! a straight A student was scolded. When the other students habitually creates chaos, and NONE of them gets scolded.

"I'm sorry Sir." I said with an apologetic bow. 

I looked at Ljoe, who already sat down and settled himself. I just gave him the deadliest glare I could muster. But all he gave in return was an annoying smirk and a face that just screams 'I win, you lose.'

I had the strongest urge to stab him with my pencil.

It's on Ljoe. It. is. Freakin. on.

--end of POV--

It's currently the second period of the day, and it's been hard on Riyoung, she couldn't concentrate because first: the boys in the class were busy making a classroom look like a total fish market and second: the girls were letting out glares and obvious whispers about her. Usually, she just ignores those, but today it was definitely intense. 

Chunji noticed it too, honestly, he was a bit pissed at how Ljoe carelessly announced that they had a supposed "date" yesterday without even considering the consequences poised by his legion of hardcore fan girls. 

He felt that at least he should do something to help ease her discomfort. 

Riyoung then felt something lightly hit her cheek. She was about ready to lash out at the brave soul who dared to throw it at her. She looked at Chunji who mouthed a 'sorry' and signed for her to open the paper ball.

Riyoung rolled her eyes, a bit agitated by another distraction.

"Sorry, I know that my friend's a bit of an . xD Don't let the other girls get to you. Don't worry I'll protect you if they do something weird."

Riyoung read it and wrote something, scrunched it up again and threw it back and Chunji. And she also aimed at the cheek.

Chunji was a bit happy and surprised at the same time that she wrote back.

"Yeah, I know he's an , you'r not one to talk though. Hmph! what makes you think that I'll let them? AND I'm not some damsel in distress that's in need of your protection."

Chunji gave out a humorless chuckle. Well, it was to be expected, it's Riyoung we're talking about.

But then, he noticed that there were some words that were written on Riyoung's message that was carefully slashed out. He strained to read the slashed out letters. He still wasn't sure, but he thinks the words were "Thank you."

Then he looked at Riyoung, who was looking the other way.

He smiled to himself. "Cute." he mumbled.

---Riyoung POV---

Ugh. .I don't get that Chunji, I don't know if he's really like that or just pretending that he cares.

Anyways, now it's Chemistry class, and I'm unfortunate enough to have one of them as my lab partner. I look to my side and see a nervous-looking Ricky. Good thing he's one of the less annoying ones though.

And again, I'm being stabbed by all the girl's glares. Hmm. .I guess even a kid like him has some fans.

"Yah. .turn the bunsen burner off. I think it's done." I instructed, noticing that our concoction is already changing color. He didn't do anything. Is he deaf?

"Yah!" I say a bit louder.

Suddenly he flinches and knocks one of the chemical tubes, and it just so happens to land on the flame, hence, making the flame soo much larger.

"AH!" he yelps.

The flame was about a foot-tall now. Everybody started gasping and girls screeched like it was a bomb or something. Even the female teacher was of no use. But all that really had to be done was for the burner to be turned off. So I submerged my hand in the flames and searched for the knob. I winced a bit at the sharp pain but brushed it off as I turned it off.

Then just like that.  .fwoosh. It was off. Nothing to be scared of. Everyone looked at me. The teacher awkwardly cleared and urged for us to continue.

"Oh my God!! are you okay?" Ricky asked, seeming to be genuinely concerned. Honestly, my hand was a bit hurting, but of course I wouldn't tell him that.

"Yeah." I said. "But next time, stop spacing out."

He nodded apologetically in response.

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It was time for our break, and I just needed to wash my hand, because it was stinging. Heck no I wasn't going to the infirmary, cuz maybe they'll think I'm stupid for dumping my hand in flames and getting burned for it. 

Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing on to my wrist. 

"Uhm." Ricky fumbled. He then took out something from his backpack. It was some sort of lunch box. Ah . .no. it's a medicine kit?

"I know it hurts." he said.

I scoff. "No, it doesn't."

He then took out my burnt hand and looked at it. He gasped. I was a bit surprised too. I didn't look at it, but it was bleeding. 

"This obviously hurts." He said with knitted eyebrows. He put a bit of pressure on my hand and I winced. "See?"

I pouted. "Fine."

He took me to an empty room and we took a seat.

"I'm so sorry." he said again while getting some antiseptic from his kit. Honestly, does he carry that thing around everyday?

"it's not that big of a deal." I said bluntly.

He smiled with a bit of relief  and opened the kit. I looked inside the kit. It had absolutely everything. It had bandages, gauze and about 5 different tubes of ointments and antiseptics. He even had a needle and a thread. 

"Wait, you're not going to sew my hand right?"

He chuckled. "Of course not." He said as he raised a hand holding a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol.

"Ah . .I'll do it." I offered.

He shook his head as he held my hand in place. I slightly flinched because I never get used to another person, let alone a male touch my my hand. His brows were knitted like before because of concentration.  He applied an antiseptic soaked cotton ball on the burn. 

"OW," I screech. Yeah. that hurt like hell. 

"Sorry." 

 "Geez. Stop apologizing already." I mumbled.

He paused.

"Sorry." he said looking down.

"Oh come on." I said. But I had an urge to chuckle, so I did. He looked at me. "Are you always like this?" I ask.

He looked at me confusedly. "Um.. .I guess so?"

He then put an ointment on it and put a thin bandage. 

I flexed my hand, it stung a bit, but not so much anymore. "Not bad," I said. "And why do you have such a huge medicine kit on your back pack?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. "Well, my twin, Chango kind of gets into a lot of fights. So I've learned to come prepared."

I was a bit shocked by his answer.

"Really you carry that heavy kit everyday for him?"

He smiled then nodded. "Yeah. .he's my younger brother after all. Not matter how difficult he can be sometimes."

I paused at his answer.

I smiled a bit. But I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Because I don't think that I have a person who would do that for me. I guess, he's not an annoying person after all. Since he also doesn't flirt with me at all. He kind of reminds me of someone.

I leant in and smiled. "Thank you. And your brother is a one lucky douche." I said while pinching his nose.

He blinked as he looked up at him. "You're welcome?"

He was obviously surprised by my affectionate action, and frankly, so was I. So I akwardly cleared my throat and stood up. 

"Uh. .I'll be going now." I said hurriedly going out the door.

Woah. .I can't believe I did that. Is it because he seems so much like 'him'?

I immediately went back to the classroom. There was nobody there. I notice that there were some multicolored things clumped on my desk. I growl. How dare those fangirls! Now they're even putting trash on my desk. But when I looked at it, they weren't trash, they were band-aids.

Wha? are. .ar these for me?

I looked at them one by one and they each had a name on it.

"Changjo."

"Niel"

"Ljoe"

"Chunji"

I was silent for a bit. I didn't know how to react.

But psshh. .why the hell would I wear band-aids with their names on it? =/

Then, when I opened my desk drawer, there I saw. . .something round with plastic over it. 

A meat bun. 

and it had something written on the plastic. "Get well soon."

It doesn't even need to have a name for me to know who it's from. 

But how is a meat bun supposed to heal a wound? -___-

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ahahahahahah! ahahahahhaha!. . ok i'm laughing because I feel that this is a crappy chapter. ahahahahahahahahahhaha!. But anyways, I don't know if this is even fluffyy or not. ahahahahahhahahahahahhah! ahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahah!

ok. I'm weird, i know.

But anyways, I just needed to post something before horrid school starts. -____- which is. freakin tomorrowww. gahhhh. . 

Oh man. .there goes my freedom for the next 289 days.