*Choo Hee POV*

Looking around the class room, I spotted only two open spots. One next to a blonde dude and the other next to... him.

Why the hell does he go here? I thought, irritated. Seeing his face shut down of any emotion, I did the same. 

Trying to look uninterested, I walked towards the blonde boy and sat next to him.

"Why aren't you sitting with him?" He leaned over towards me but not obvious enough to anyone else.

"Nice to see you, too, Taehyung," I whispered as I took my notebook out. 

"He's staring at you." 

"Let him take a picture, it'll last longer."

Chuckling, he leaned back. "Welcome back. It's good seeing you again."

"Don't get to familiar," I warned. "I've been working out."

"Working out?" he snorted. "The soft Min Choo Hee, working out? Nah, I don't see those together."

"You want to take this outside?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Don't need to. I know the outcome." he smirked and turned away. "I always win, girl. Always."

"We'll see my friend. We'll see. And I'm not soft."

"You always hid behind him whenever you saw a spider." He turned 180 degrees to stare at me. "Tell me, how can I believe you're not soft if you did that."

"Then there's a side of me that you don't know about, Tae."

Snorting again, he turned and faced the other guy who sits next to no one. 

"Aish... he looks about ready to murder me."

"It'll teach you a lesson." I started writing the class work down.

"That hurt," pretending to cluch his chest, he put his head on my shoulder. "Why are you such a meany?"

"Truth hurts, man. Life isn't always sugar and cotton candy." I said this bitterly while looking back at the boy in the back of the classroom. 

"Dude, no need to be so harsh," taking his head off my shoulder, he gave me a worried glance. "Why don't you try talking to him? I'm sure he want to talk to you."

"I'm good. Plus, he didn't look very happy seeing