Your POV

He has always been seen as the perfect guy, the dream of all the girls. Yet he chose me out of the millions of girls out there. Me, the quiet one with average looks, average grades, from an average family. Being his girlfriend, I have become the girl other girls look at with a mixture of envy and hatred in their eyes, which I have slowly gotten used to.

A week from today marks our third month. Three months we have been dating. I love him. A lot. And he loves me too, well…hopefully.

Other than being the school's kingka, he has always been known as a playboy, overflowing with charms that could kill…it was those charms that made me fall so deep.

Suji and Minyoung warned me countless times that dating him was like letting myself into a trap. Though they admired his handsome looks, they never liked him as a person. I foolishly ignored their warnings and held onto the naïve thought that I’ll be happy as long as I’m by his side, as long as he saw me as someone more than another girl from his sea of admirers. I tried so hard to hold onto this naïve way of thinking, turning it into a wall to block off any unwanted thoughts. But as time passes, this wall I, myself, built started to slowly crumble down.

Afterall he wasn't known as a playboy for nothing. Throughout the past three months we went on many happy dates and shared many special moments like typical couples. But like always, dating a playboy can never be all rainbows and unicorns.

There was many times where I would catch him eyeing on other girls and I would stupidly pretend to not have noticed. I would suppress my negative thoughts and force a smile before initiating a conversation to divert his attention back to me.

He was always a regular at the popular clubs along with his friends, Exo K. Quite often my classmates would purposely talk loudly about how they saw him flirting and making out with random girls. It’s as though they made a rule amongst themselves to inform me about his unfaithfulness at least once a week. How I wish they would go back to ignoring my presence in the class. I would ignore their stories and hope that I'm doing the right thing to trust him.

But today felt different. I walked up to the classroom, with a horrible ominous feeling in my gut.  Expecting to hear some more ‘interesting’ stories about my boyfriend, I braced myself with a small sigh before stepping into the class. As soon as I stepped in, I felt all eyes on me. This isn’t right. Why is it so…quiet? I couldn’t help but notice the smirks plastered onto the people’s faces as I walked past them. My two friends were looking at me with worried expressions at the back by our usual seats, next to the windows.

A girl and a few of her friends stepped in front of me, blocking my way. She looked at me with the look of fake concern hanging on her face. A horrible squeaky voice escaped from her lips, sending shivers down my spine. It felt as though I was hearing the screechy sound of someone’s fingernails clawing the blackboard.

“Hyeyi-ah, do you by any chance know what Kai was up to last Saturday night?”

I looked up at her, thanking God she finally finished her sentence. However my gratefulness completely disappeared when she had to open that damn mouth again. I mentally cursed her and that extremely unpleasant voice of hers.

“You know I’m only doing this because I care about you right?”

I raised my eyebrow at her in disbelief and confusion, bracing myself for another round torture. She suddenly let out a sympathetic sigh and took out her phone, shoving it in my face.

I curiously looked at the screen, my eyes locking onto it. My body froze and I felt a burning pain in my chest. It was an image of Kai, Kim Jongin, my boyfriend, making out with an unknown girl.

The girl’s lips twitched as she observed my facial expression, her lips curving up into a smirk.

“You poor thing…in the end you were just another toy to him”

My eyes were starting to water but I persistently held back my tears, I refuse to cry in front of these gossip craving idiots. I pushed past the girls and heard one of them mutter "ungrateful " at me but just ignored it and slumped down in my seat.
"Hyeyi-ah, you ok?"
I looked up at Suji and noticed hers and Minyoung’s worried faces and forced a small smile to reassure them that I'm ok.

I'm ok.

A/N: How's the first chapter? My english writing skills has gone rusty...haven't done any creative writing since I started college one and a half year ago haha