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1.

“So what did you do?” Yura asked, shooting me a 
worried look.

“What do you think I did?” I said, tiding my hair. 
“I ran.”

“You ran?” She sighed as if to tell me that I was 
useless. Like I didn’t know that already.

“What would you have done, then?”

“Well…I if I were you I wouldn’t have worn my mom’s 
oversized heels in the first pl…”

“Shut up,” I shot. “Anyways, the point is that I 
just blew my last chance at getting in the Rose Club.”

This was true. My last mission had been to seduce 
someone called Kim Jaejoong, and I had failed. I had failed 
miserably, at that. In fact, I’d be surprised if Jaejoong 
would agree to see me without trying to strangle me first.

“It’s okay,” Tae said. “You still have us.”

True, I did. Tae and Yura had been my friends since 
the day I moved here, when I was in second grade. I’d first 
met Yura when, to my surprise, I found that she and I had 
the same Sailor Moon bag—Venus. I’ve always loved 
Venus—and, well, to Tae’s disgrace, he had a not-so-
different bag as well. Since then, the three of us have 
always been inseparable.

“You know, though, I’m surprised that they gave you 
Jaejoong,” Yura said.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…Jaejoong, he’s like, famous.”

Well, duh, I knew that. What with all those girls 
trying to trample over me, I would be stupid if I said I 
didn’t notice. “I know that. But why?”

Yura blushed. “Well, he’s good looking. Plus, he’s 
rich. And I hear he even has a hoard of girls who 
like…worship him.”

That was true. “So what if he’s good-looking? He’s 
an .”

“I’d be an too if someone stole my sneakers,” 
Tae said, unpleasantly butting in.

“First of all,” I said, defensively, “I didn’t 
steal his sneakers. I borrowed them. And secondly, he was 
an even before I borrowed them.” And so I told them the 
whole ‘’ story, of how he brushed me off before I’d 
even approached him. It wasn’t as if I really wanted to 
seduce him, anyhow.

“You know what would have been hilarious?” Yura 
asked, grinning.

“What?”

“If you were assigned Yunho.”

Tae began to chuckle.

“Shut up,” I said. To my disgrace, I was already 
blushing.

Yunho and Eun Hye. Yes, we would make the perfect 
couple—I already knew that. Well, at least I would have 
thought we were the perfect couple. But he was a Romeo—much 
like the Rose Club, the guys have a Club as well—and he was 
so out of my league. I’d had a crush on him since sixth 
grade, and that was precisely around when I first dreamed 
of joining the Rose Club. Everyone knew he’d be a Romeo, 
with all his good looks and all, and everyone knows that 
Romeos only hang out with Rose Club members.

“So much for Yunho,” Tae said, “you shouldn’t have 
stolen Jaejoong’s shoe.”

He was beginning to get on my nerves. “I said, I 
didn’t steal his shoes!”

And then, with a thud, the classroom door opened. A 
bunch of senior guys stepped in and slowly eyed the class. 
At the end of the group, a tall boy stepped in and looked 
around the room. His hair was spiked into a perfect bunch, 
and his hazel eyes looked from left to right until he 
met my own eyes.

Yunho.

But what was he doing in our classroom?

“What class is this?” Yunho said, taking another 
step in.

Talk, I told myself. Talk. Talk.

But it was too late, and a girl in the far corner 
of the room said, “it’s class 3-02, Yunho.”

He gave her a glare—one of those ‘do you know me?’ 
glares—and nodded his head. “Let’s go.”

And with that, they were gone. He didn’t even look 
back once.

From the corners of my eyes, I could see Yura and 
Tae glaring at him and his group with hatred burning in 
their eyes. For some odd reason, they’d never liked Yunho. 
Sure, he wasn’t one of those boys who were head-over-heel 
girls and he sure didn’t have that much of a humor, but…

“You know who’s an ?” Yura asked, gritting her 
teeth.

“No,” I said, “and if it’s not Jaejoong, I don’t 
want to know either.”

This time, Tae interrupted. “You can deny it as 
much as you want, but your Prince Charming is one of the 
most assiest people I’ve ever seen.”

“There is no such word as assiest,” I said, now 
becoming extremely defensive, “and even if there was he is 
definitely not the assiest.”

“Yeah, you can tell yourself whatever you wa—”

Before Yura could finish her sentence, the door 
opened again. Half hoping it was Yunho, although I couldn’t 
think of any reason he would revisit our classroom apart 
from the fact that the second we met eyes it must have 
finally gotten into his head that I was the girl of his 
dreams, I looked up. But it wasn’t Yunho; it was a junior 
I’d never seen before.

“H…hi, is there someone called E..Eun Hye?”

I looked at him. Had that boy just stuttered my 
name? Yura and Tae gave me a glance and pointed at me. The 
boy began to come towards me.

The five seconds that it took the boy to come 
towards me felt the longest in my life. All these thoughts 
began racing through my head, and possible reasons he was 
here included:

a). The Rose Club finally realized that I was a 
good applicant and had decided to accept me despite my 
utter failure at Mission: Seduction;

b). Yunho had seen me across the room and had 
fallen for me—love at first sight—and was too embarrassed 
to come confess himself, hence sending the poor junior over 
to do it for him;

c). Although this was very unlike Yunho and a bit 
childish, I would still say yes if he did ask me out;

d). The junior boy had a crush on me, and wanted to 
confess his utter love to me;

e). And while the junior boy is at no point Yunho, 
I might consider saying yes due to the fact that I have 
never had a boyfriend;

And with all these options considered, I offered a 
bright smile as he came up to me. But the words that came 
out of his mouth were none of the options above. 
“Jae…Jaejoong is looking for you,” he said. “He’s waiting 
for you outside the gate.”

Repeat.

Jae…

Jae who?

“Please,” he said, “if you don’t go now his friends 
swore they’d beat me up.”

What was this guy on about? Who the hell was Jae…

Kim Jaejoong!

The memories rushed through my head as I saw Yura 
give me a surprised look. She mouthed the words ‘oh ’ 
as I began to remember the events of yesterday. But how the 
hell did he know my name? How the hell did he find which 
school I went to?

How the hell…

Before I could finish, the door to the classroom 
opened again and a group of boys burst in. They were not in 
our school uniform. And at the very center of the crowd, I 
saw him. -face.

“!” And I ducked.

To my relief, Yura and Tae had ducked with me. They 
were staring, in wide-eyed horror, as the group of boys 
each stood on a table and began to look around the 
classroom.

“Which one of you is Yoon Eun Hye?” Jaejoong 
shouted. The whole class turned and pointed to the table 
that I had been at, right before I ducked. Luckily, the 
tables in our classroom had a huge wooden plank in between 
the legs, so Jaejoong couldn’t see that I had ducked. “Come 
out now and I won’t kill you,” he said, in a calm voice.

I mean, who the hell threatens to murder someone in 
a normal voice?!

“I think you should just go out and say sorry,” 
Yura said, whispering like she’d never done before.

“No way! I am not going out to meet that -face.”

“Come on, I mean, how bad can it be? I doubt he’ll 
really kill a girl…I mean, you are a girl…”

“Of course I’m a girl! But did you hear him? He 
said he was going to kill me! And you know what? I believe 
him!”

“But if he finds you here you’re going to get into 
a more load of—”

“Trouble?” a voice said, lifting the table that was 
safely covering my head.

It was Jaejoong, with a crooked smile on the 
corners of his lips. He pulled me up by my collar so that I 
was standing straight, and my eyes were facing straight 
into his eyes. His mysteriously alluring, somewhat 
seductive eyes…

What the hell was I thinking?!

“Hi, thief.”

I looked at him. Had he just called me a thief? 
“Listen, I did not steal your sneakers. For the third time, 
I just borrowed them—”

“Okay, then give them back,” he said, extending his 
hand.

I coughed. “Alright,” I said, my voice slightly 
trembling. “Honestly, how was I supposed to know that you 
were going to come here and demand for your sneakers? I 
don’t have them right now—I mean, they’re home somewhere, 
and how the hell did you know that I went to this school? I 
mean, how did you know my name, and look I can explain this 
whole thing me leaving my heels—hey come on, I let you have 
my heels as well! That can’t really count for stealing 
because…you know…”

“Oh my God,” he said. “Shut up.”

And then he lifted me off the ground and put me 
over his shoulder.

And began to carry me off to God knows where.