Chapter 4
It's Okay, It's Love
It was twenty minutes past five in the morning — the earliest I had been awake, to be honest. I decided to wake up earlier every morning to prepare myself a lunchbox because I had to minimise my chances of meeting Kim Jongin before everything escalates. And that could start by me not eating at the canteen. But I didn't know that frying an omelette could be a little hard. Sigh.
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"Haneul, you're not going for lunch?" A classmate of mine asked me while there was only the two of us left in class.
"Nah, I brought food. Thanks for asking." I smiled and waved at her.
So here I was, sitting alone in class with my rice omelette. I could get use to this, I think. I mean, everything felt peaceful and there was no way Jongin would be able to barge in or something. I bet he didn't know which class I was in.
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Jongin went to the canteen, expecting to find Haneul at her usual spot. But she wasn't there. That's weird, Jongin thought. So he did what he usually did. Jongin was a man of confidence, after all.
"Where's Haneul?" Jongin asked one of Haneul's female classmates.
The girl was flustered, not only because she was asked so suddenly but it was also because the question came from the Kim Jongin. As much as Jongin was deemed to be a playboy, he didn't talk much with the female population of the school. So the asked girl felt like she hit a jackpot.
"S-she's in the classroom." The girl stuttered.
"Thank you." Jongin flashed his sweet smile and walked away from the buzzing crowd.
You see, Jongin and his friends rarely went to the cafeteria. Blessed with wealthy families, they usually ate out or ordered good food to be delivered to their lounge room. Life of kids like them was easy.
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"Ugh, somebody please remind me to add salt the next time I make my omelette." I groaned and titled my head to the ceiling, complaining to no one in particular.
My omelette tasted so plain if it wasn't my only lunch, I'd have thrown it into the bin.
"This is all because of Kim Jongin. Ugh!" I mumbled with my mouth still full of rice, stabbing at my poor little omelette.
"I didn't know you miss me that much." I heard somebody say.
Speaking of the devil, there he was, leaning so perfectly on the door with his eyes staring right to my soul. My mind was again thrown into a catastrophic dilemma by his y smirk. He was too attractive for me to hate.
I was too surprised by his presence that I began coughing on my food.
"Yah! There's this thing called knocking and it would be-"
I didn't even have the chance to complete my rant as he started gobbling down my lunch. Again. What kind of sorcery is this?!
"Seriously?" I snorted.
He wasn't any bit bothered. He even continued eating my lunch. A small part of me was so embarrassed because my rice omelette wasn't anywhere near delicious but that small part was easily overthrown by my annoyed mind.
"Yah! Kim Jongin!" I slammed my hand on the table and stood up. I had to show him who was in charge in this classroom. But apparently, I didn't hit the table loud enough because the only thing he did was continue eating.
My patience with him was running thin. I didn't want to embarrass myself any further because, seriously, being in this classroom alone with him had my heart running wild. And he didn't need to know that. So I took my lunchbox from his hand and placed it a little out of his reach.
"I'm talking to you. And that's my lunch, so please kindly leave this classroom. The exit is over there. Thank you." I said quickly without even pausing to breathe. I noticed that he still had my spoon with him so using my right hand I forcefully snatched it away and used it to point at the door.
"Out." I said firmly.
"You're no fun."
I cleared my throat and pointed at the door again.
"Okay, fine. But next time please make me a lunchbox too." He winked at me and ruffled my hair before leaving.
He did not just do that.
But the rapid beating of my heart told me otherwise. Goodness, this wasn't a good sign.
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My day went by slower than I thought. Other than constantly reminding myself to not fall in love with Kim Jongin, I didn't really remember what happened. That was the courtesy of my classmates who wouldn't stop throwing me judging looks. At first, I didn't get it until a girl suddenly asked me if I was dating Kai, Jongin's preferred nickname. I was caught off guard and my cheeks turned pink almost immediately. As soon as I regained my composure I shook my head, a little too violently for someone who claimed to be unaffected by the devil's charisma.
When the school ended, I quickly stuffed my things in my locker and headed home. My mind was in a mess.
I can't fall in love with Kim Jongin. I repeatedly said to myself. Everybody knew what kind of a guy Jongin was, and having a feeling for him was something close to committing a sin — at least, for me. Everybody wanted Kim Jongin, and throwing myself at him just because he paid attention to me for the past couple of days didn't mean that he would change. Who knew if I was just his next target? I wasn't prepared to have my feelings played. No, Kim Jongin was too much to handle. Perfection all at once wasn't my thing. He was scary in a very good looking way. No, I had to avoid him.
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