The next Monday Jinhwan was early for school and was patiently waiting by the main entrance with F4. After a few minutes of waiting Jinhwan finally spotted his prey walking while intensely reading a book. With a plotting smirk, Jinhwan continued to make his first move and told F4, “Time for me to make that peasant regret she ever messed with me.”

“Sorry!” Eunjae apologised and bowed without lifting her head. In a swift motion she bent down to pick her book up. She looked up and her innocent eyes converted into a deadly glare as she seen the man she hated the most.

“Actually, I take that back,” She said as she was about to step around him.

“Wait,” Jinhwan grabbed her wrist.

“I want to talk,” he continued.

“What do you want now? It’s bad enough that I have to be reminded that you exist first thing in the morning, now I actually have to interact with you?” Eunjae let out a frustrated sigh.

Jinhwan chose to ignore the stubborn girl and pulled her somewhere they can both talk privately, with no one to eardrop or to interrupt.

Eunjae pulled away with as much force as she can and raised her brow, urging him to talk.

“I wanted to apologise to you,” Jinhwan looked her, looking more serious than he intended too.

“What kind of sick mind game are you playing at?”

“YAH! I’m being sincere here,” Jinhwan looked at her showing his ‘sincerity’.

“I’m reaaaallllyyyy sorry,” Jinhwan this time switched to plan B and did aegyo. With a pout he looked at her pleading for her forgiveness.

“That’s disgusting,” She crossed her arms. ‘Okay maybe it was a little cute’ she thought, but no way in hell was she ever going to admit that, especially to him.

“Agh! Work with me!” Jinhwan was so close to pulling out his hair. This girl was acting so childish he just wanted to take a lollipop and slap her with it.

“I’m leaving,” She turned and after she took a few steps her eyes widened.

Jinhwan quickly ran up to her and back-hugged her out of panic. His arms circled around her waist, it was strange how she was a perfect fit in his arms they both thought. After a moment of silence and Jinhwan knew she was too shocked to react, he hugged even tighter and let his chin rest on her petite shoulders.

“I’ll say this one last time, and I want you to hear me out,” He said huskily. Eunjae was so entranced that before she knew it she obediently nodded to his command causing Jinhwan to smirk.

“I know I have been cruel lately,”

“You were always cruel,” Eunjae scoffed.

“Listen to me,” Jinhwan growled sending chills down Eunjae’s spine.

“I want to say sorry. Being nice was never in my blood, being heartless was how I was raised but after doing those things to you and seeing how much you suffered, it never satisfied my will for revenge it only made me feel regret. Those people won’t hurt you and I certainly won’t hurt you anymore. I was out of line and I just wanted to correct my mistake by making it up to you,” He said quietly with a stern voice.

With a last deep breath he dug his head in the crook of her neck and whispered,

“Will you forgive me?”

That was the last blow, the moment felt so weird for Eunjae but in a way she grew comfortable being in his arms. She felt her stomach flutter and her eyes widened finally comprehending the situation and how intimate they were being. It was dangerous she thought she pushed Jinhwan away and faced him. Her long hair covered half her face and Jinhwan could barely see her expression making Jinhwan grow anxious. A snarky comment was supposed to leave but words that was lurking behind her mind managed to escape.

“I-I f-forgive you,” she stuttered. Just at that moment the wind blew, pushing the strands of hair that was covering her face to be blown back and Jinhwan grew alert at the sight.

She was blushing with an embarrassed expression on her face as she bit her lip. Her hands dropped in front of her and her thumbs fiddled against each other showing she was also nervous. The sight made her look so… so innocent. He thought, just like the time he saw her play the piano, he saw another mesmerising side of her. The nostalgic feeling of his heart racing came to him and he grew breathless.

“Thank you,” This time he really was sincere, and he really meant it. At that mom