Chapter 3: Hidden Paradise ♕

Kim myungsoo…

Kim myungsoo…

Kim myungsoo…

“Jinee-ah! What are you writing there?” Hayoung suddenly popped out from nowhere.

I closed the notebook quickly. Phew! That was close.  “Oh nothing, Just writing someone on my death note.”

“Let me see!”

 “No way”

“Hmm. Are you hiding something?”

“No, Its just, not really important.”

She scoffed accepting her defeat and I felt relieved.

“What’s with the face? You don’t seem to be in the mood today?” she asked.

Freaking yes.

“No, I just don’t feel good. I think I’m going to catch a cold or something.” NO I MEAN I THINK IM GOING TO HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN RIGHT NOW.

I wasn’t even able to sleep last night thinking about that jerk being in my classroom. There’s hundreds of students in this school, and Why the hell him?

“Here, have some iced fruit juice to cool you down.” She placed a glass in front of me.

“Thanks Hayoung”

I took a sip, savoring the refreshing sweet drink. *gulp gulp*

“By the way, I heard Kim Myungsoo is in your class right?”

Wha- I choke my lungs out, good thing I was able to cover my mouth before I blew it all over Hayoung’s face. Oh Seriously?! Can my day get any better?!

“Hey! Are you okay?” Hayoung worriedly asked.

I nodded. My  throat hurt.

The bell rang so Hayoung and I departed and went to our classrooms, oh I mean to hell.

I ignored everyone in the room and went straight to my seat.

I took out a manga book from my bag  and started reading it to kill time, especially now that it looks Professor Jang is late again.

Suddenly, Myungsoo stood up from his seat and walked closer to my direction. NO.

He faced the guy at my side, whos  busy scrolling on his phone.

“This is my seat.” He murmured.

The guy looked up on him confused. “What? Are you lost?”

Myungsoo didn’t respond instead he stared at him with those killing eyes, and the guy quickly stood up and left.

He placed his bag on his desk, and went to face me.

“So how do you like it now? Seatmate?” he smirked.

How dare he to shoo that guy away, Is he really that mean? “What do you want?!”

Thinking about him being my classmate really kills me already, what more being his seatmate? This is the worst day of my life.

 He’s making my life a living hell.

Suddenly, all of a sudden, I threw the manga right on his face. Oops.

“What was that for?!” His voice raising angrily.

“I can do that everyday if you’re going to seat beside me.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No, just saying.”

After class, Hayoung told me she couldn’t walk home with me because of  student council matters, so I tried to find her but I failed and end up walking around.

 In the end of the corridor I saw a wooden, old door. It looks like a way to