JaeHui's POV

 

I was walking towards my class when I accidentally bumped into someone. Because of the crash, both our belongings fell on the ground. I crouched down to collect my books and notebooks. "Watch where you're going" I told the guy I bumped. "Hey, you were the one who bumped into me" he said as he picked up his stuff. I looked at him. Oh Gosh. Of all people I could bump into, why him? He was the one and only Jung Jinyoung. He's my classmate in some of my subjects and he is incredibly handsome. I kind of like him. But I can't tell him. We both have our own image to keep. I was the boyish, fearless, strong girl. He was the popular one. If people find out that I have a huge crush on Jinyoung, they would never stop laughing at my face. I wasn't really pretty and besides, Jinyoung already has a girlfriend. 

 

I didn't realize I was staring at him until he spoke. "Falling for my charms already?" then he smirked. 

Actually, I already fell. But I can't tell him that. "You wish" I told him as I stood up and walked to my class. 

 

Thankfully, I wasn't late. 

But, there was something that made my day bad. 

 

I lost my diary. 

 

I was just holding that a while ago until I bumped into Jinyoung. 

 

Oh No! Jinyoung! 

 

He must have had my diary! 

 

Sh*t. 

 

My world is silently falling apart as the teacher continued with the lesson. 

 

Jung Jinyoung has my diary. I just hope he didn't read it. 

 

At break time, I looked for him all around school. 

 

I found him under a big tree in the school garden reading a notebook. A black notebook that looked like my diary. Wait a minute! That's my diary!

 

I ran to him and snatched my diary away. 

 

"Hey. I was reading that" he pouted. 

 

"You ugly, heartless, annoying bastard!" I shouted. 

 

"Really? But why is your diary filled with compliments for me?" Jinyoung asked.

 

I was speechless. Did he read the part where I wrote that I liked Jinyoung? I hope not. 

 

"It was written there. Jinyoung is the most handsome, funny, cheerful guy I ever saw" he smirked. 

 

I can't describe how much I despise him. But, at the same time, I like him. What is wrong with me?

 

"Please don't tell anyone" I whispered. 

 

"Why not? Many people would love to hear about the boyish girl who beat almost the entire male population in basketball had a crush in me. I bet it would be written in tomorrow's school paper" 

 

"Please? I would do anything. Just don't tell anyone about the diary" I pleaded. 

 

"Fine. I won't tell. In one condition." he said. 

 

"What is it?"

 

"I wan't you to be my slave"

 

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