The next day was not...well...let’s just say it wasn’t exactly one of my best days. Remember when Wooyoung had to basically attempt to treat my blanket as a table cloth? We had a similar experience today, though I suppose the main difference had to be the fact that I did not end up kicking him in that very sensitive groin area (for lack of any better way to explain it).

However, it seemed as though the awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere had made its way back to us for as Wooyoung was driving the both of us to school, it was silent once more. He had reverted back to his old, stoic mannerisms, referring to me as “young miss” wherever I went, though I did not bother telling him otherwise for my mind was too clouded with such convoluted and irrational thoughts about having to marry that stupid baby-faced assaholic jerky assbutt that-

“Young miss, we’ve arrived.”

I didn’t even bother looking up for confirmation, and basically unlocked my side of the car, grabbed my backpack, slammed the door shut, and stomped off. Not another word was exchanged between us, though I could have sworn that I heard Wooyoung sigh in disappointment before I got too far away from the car.

The day progressed as usual, other than the fact that I ignored anything and everything that could move and talk in a language I understood. I’m guessing I was pretty good at delivering this message that I didn’t want to be disturbed at any cost because whenever I made eye contact with anyone, they would go slightly wide-eyed and turn away almost immediately. I didn’t bother with them, still visualizing a scene in my head where I had a very intricately designed Nichkhun voodoo doll, and just by coincidence (not), I had a very well-sharpened, 12-inch knife in my other hand, the very evil grin not leaving my face, or at least not until the eminent scowl of hatred had taken its place and I ed the knife into the dolls very being, hearing Nichkhun choke out blood in the other room, for he was tied up as well.

A knocking at the door interrupted my not at all violent thoughts, and apparently, the teacher had seen who it was through the little glass window of the door for she merely motioned for them to come in... What the hell was Wooyoung doing here? He talked with the professor for a bit before receiving another nod from him.

“Park Min Young,” he called out my name.

“I didn’t do it!” Gee...how stupid of me.

Everyone around me started snickering, but a simple glare, and they immediately stopped.

“Please accompany Mr. Jang Wooyoung.”

I was confused, but decided to shrug off the thought as I packed my belongings and marched my way up to the front of the classroom where Wooyoung was, not missing the gossiping whispers that surrounded me as I did so, probably talking about why Wooyoung had come for me in the first place. Ugh, great, even more rumors about the two of us... Stupid Wooyoung...Stupid Nichkhun...STUPID LIFE!

As soon as we had exited the lecture hall, I turned to him, almost glaring at him. “What do you want?”

He shrugged his shoulders as he walked past me.

“Yah! Don’t you dare ignore me, Jang Wooyoung!”

“Young miss,” he emphasized those dreaded two syllables, “Or if you prefer Min Young, then Min Young. Are you okay?”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” I exclaimed. It took all my will-power to not just let out a mile-long string of curses in his direction and have him suffocate in their midst. “I’m FINE!” Yeah, I was fine. Furious, Irritated, Nerved, and Exasperated.

“Park. Min. Young.”

Oh dear...I think I’ve upset the Woo...because the way that he had said my name in such a manner, it had honestly scared me, but I attempted to hide it.

“Why did you pull me out of class?!”

“As if you were being productive otherwise,” he countered. Shoot. “I just thought you needed some time to clear your thoughts...in a more appropriate environment.”

“I don’t need you to do that for me!”

“I didn’t say you did.” I hated how much he was irritating me at the moment. “Min Young-ah, did I say something wrong?”

“What?”

“Why are you so angry anyway? Yes, Nichkhun is your supposed arranged fiance, so what? Yes, you didn’t know, but no one said anything about keeping it from you. Did you ever, oh I dunno...ask about it?”

“SHUT UP!” I knew I had no response, and I hated how vulnerable he made me feel. I needed some...distance...yeah, that’s what I needed. I stormed off in a random direction, thankful that he did not follow me, though I swear, I heard another disappointed sigh from him before I left.

“Hi, Min Young!” I turned towards the source of the voice, the unpleasant sight greeting me as I did so. Oh, and the baby-faced jerk just had the nerve to smile at me charmingly, minus the charming aspect, of course.

“YOU!” I pointed at him in an accusing manner.

“Yes, me, the one and only.” Oh, and definitely arrogant.

“GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAKIN’ BABY POWDER-FILLED BAG.” My my, my vocabulary was just so extensive today.

His smile, or should I say smirk, was replaced with a scowl. “Excuse me?”

“You’re the one I’m marrying?” And the accusation had been made.

“You didn’t know?” Suddenly, the smirk on his face had reemerged. “So that’s why you kept ignoring me before? You didn’t know?” What the hell was he talking about? “Well then, baby, since now you know, I guess we could spend a lot more quality time together before the big day.”

He tried to snake his arm around my shoulder, but I stopped him, unveiling the full potential of my glaring powers (now if only they did not than just enhance the threatening element of my being, I would be more satisfied). “Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me.” I told him, pausing in between each word, hoping that the slowed down element of my command would get through to his head, for apparently, he couldn’t comprehend regular, conversational language. Did he speak a different dialect that had hindered his understanding?

“What’s the problem, hon?”

His words irritated me even more so, but I refused to drop to such a low level just so I could argue with this...imbecile. I freed myself from his grasp and began to walk off.

“Not so fast.” And in one swift movement, my back had been roughly pushed against the brick wall that had been so conveniently placed to the side, and both of his arms trapping me from both sides. “We were just beginning to get to know each other, and I don’t think it’s very polite of you to just storm off like that.”

“Nichkhun...” my voice drifted off, for the force he was exerting on my shoulders was rather painful. “Let go.”

“I don’t think so.” I could hear that evil essence in his voice as his smirk grew, his head suddenly descending, his lips nearing mine-

“I suggest you listen to the woman and let her go.”

As if one of my unannounced prayers had been heard, Wooyoung had been there to protect me just in time...like he always did...like he...always...did...

Nichkhun finally relieved me of the pressure on my shoulders and let me go, glaring at Wooyoung. “Excuse me?” He was undoubtedly angry. “What did you just tell me to do?”

Wooyoung drew himself up to his full height, which made him even with Nichkhun. “I said I suggest you listen to Min Young and let her go.” He stared at him unblinkingly; somehow, even his blank stare came off as a lethal death glare. “As a good friend of hers, I believe it is my duty to inform you that you were acting rather...rash.” He tilted his head to the side, never a good sign. Whenever he did that, I always felt like he was sizing up his competition, like he was figuring out the best way to bring them down.

“As you can see, I let go of her. No need to get all pissed off with me.”

“Who’s pissed off? I’m quite calm, as a matter of fact.” The number of years I have spent with my bodyguard told me that was a downright lie, but it was in both of our favors if he came off as cool and collected. “Now...I do believe Min Young has a class to return to. If I know your schedule, Nichkhun, which I do, you too have a class this next hour. Why don’t you leave and get to class already?”

Nichkhun stared at him in disbelief; apparently, he did not take dismissals lightly. “What? I’m sorry, I seem to be mistaken. Did you just tell me to get to class?”

Woo examined Nichkhun’s face for a second. “Why, yes. I believe I did.”

The other man only had to take one step forward before my hand acted of its own volition. It flew out and slapped him hard across the cheek, snapping his head to the side. Immediately, a large red mark appeared on his face. He gently touched the area while glaring at me, and then Wooyoung. “...fine. See you two around.” He seemed to mentally send an imaginary dagger at us before turning on the spot and storming away.

I heard Wooyoung’s low chuckle. “I never once thought you would strike him like that. I’m a bit proud of you...Min Young.” I slowly turned around to see him smiling at me. “You must have put some force behind that slap; your hand’s red.”

Now that he mentioned it...I lifted my hand to see that my palm resembled the outside of a tomato. “Wow. I guess I did.” I looked back at him. “Hey, Woo-”

“If you’re okay, then nothing else need be said.” He nodded at me. “I don’t think you have time to get back to your class, but it made that...idiot leave. I’ll walk you to your next class.” He moved aside so I could walk in front of him.

SLAM. I barely turned my head as Junsu’s overly large backpack hit the tabletop. “Morning, Junsu,” I muttered, still focused on an essay that was due in my Literature class tomorrow. Before he even made a peep, I held up a hand. “Chemistry , you hate Jin, she’s stupid, she makes you angry, and your undying love for her is being overshadowed by your supreme annoyance.”

“How did you know?!” he gasped, genuinely surprised.

“I have voodoo magic skills.” Oh, how I wish that was true.

“Well...the last part is sorta kinda maybe a little bit true...” He let out a huff and sat next to me. “I mean, one minute she’s hot, the next minute she’s cold, then two minutes later, she is the cutest damn thing I have ever seen and spoken to, and then five minutes later, I’m cowering in the corner from the Source of All Evil.” He sighed and perched his chin on his hand. “What’s a guy to do?”

“Ask her out. Send her flowers. Give her chocolates. Make her promises you can’t keep.” My enter key jammed, and I poked at it incessantly. “You damn thing...”

He scoffed. “WHAT A HURTFUL THING TO SAY ABOUT YOUR BEST FRIEND!”

“You have issues. I am talking to my enter key.”

“And you tell me I have issues?” He checked his phone. “Oh, come on. Class just let out, and you know the lecture hall is a long walk from here. Let’s go.” He helped me out a bit by holding my bag while I shoved my laptop back into it (you can totally feel the love I have for my darling MacBook, no?). We headed off to class; of course, Junsu felt the need to rant about Jin (since when doesn’t he nowadays?) and I more or less tuned him out, still thinking about the ordeal from the other day...

“O dreaded Calculus,” Junsu sighed upon arrival to the lecture hall. “And the wicked will smite thee...one day,” he tacked on unceremoniously.

I rolled my eyes and dragged him inside. I knew he was just kidding around; the bastard seriously loved math more than he would probably love his firstborn. We took our usual seats behind two really tall basketball players; if I knew Junsu as well as I thought I did, he would insist on acting like a middle school child and pass me notes very conspicuously because he’s weird like that. “You know, unlike you, I have to pay attention to his lectures,” I hissed under my breath once the professor lowered the projector screen.

“But that’s why you have me as a friend,” he whispered back. “You just let me tutor you and we’re all good.”

“Yah, shut up!”

“But it’s easy! See here?” He pointed to the paper in front of me where I wrote the problem that professor had showed us. “It’s just a simple u du substitution problem, so you set that derivative with the variable as u, and set that equal to du. So since you have a coefficient of 3 in front of u, solving algebraically, you would have u = du / 3, and thus, you just place a ⅓ in front of this equation, and find the derivative as you normally would. Remember, since there are parentheses and exponents, don’t forget your exponential and chain rules.”

Right...like I’m ever gonna remember that, Junsu...

“Mr. Kim, Ms. Park!” boomed our professor. We jerked our heads up. “Chit-chat outside of class, unless you feel like you can teach the class.”

“I probably could, you fat tub of lard,” Junsu muttered under his breath. I fought hard to keep my face straight as I nodded at the prof. He glared at us once more before turning back to the projector.

“See what the hell you did, you assbutt?”

“...wait, what?”

“We just got yelled at by a professor, something I haven’t managed to do in like two semesters.”

“Let’s go back to the part where you called me an assbutt. What is that?”

“Don’t question my insults, fish face.”

“And now I’m a fish.”

“YAH! YOU TWO UP THERE-” But his scolding was cut off by the slamming of the lecture hall doors. A pretty tanned girl hurried down the aisle, a piece of crumpled paper in her hand. “Oh. Hello. How may I help you?” Sure, Mr. Kwon. Be like that. Get after us for interrupting your precious lecture, but let Miss Mile-Long Legs in without one objection. I hate men.

The girl stuttered and stammered before coming up with, “Is this math?”

Prof. Kwon stared at her. “Well, it’s certainly a math class, but are you sure you’re in the right one? There are dozens around campus. Are you taking Calculus, dear?” he asked kindly.

She screwed up her face and bit her lip. “I know not.” This girl’s Korean seriously needed some work. Hmph. All legs and no brain, of course. I love me. I have both.

Again, the doors slammed open. What the fudge brownie? Wooyoung?! “Pardon me, professor,” he called as he dashed down the aisle. He did not acknowledge me or Junsu (who was staring with his mouth open at all that was taking place) but kept his gaze on the two people in the front of the hall. Everyone started whispering and talking, and several heads turned in my general direction at the sight of Wooyoung. I made an extremely ugly face at them, the likes of which I cannot begin to describe, it was that ugly, and they turned around. Wooyoung spoke up again as he reached the girl. “Carmen, estás seguro de que esta es su clase correcta?”

...what? Since when could my Wooyo-...I mean, since when could Wooyoung speak Spanish?

“Wooyawng.” Sheesh, she couldn’t even pronounce his name correctly... “No estoy seguro, y no entiendo que estan diciendo.”

Out of nowhere, I heard Junsu yell beside me, “Donde estan mis pantalones?!” When the entire class turned to gawk at him, he shrugged. “It’s the only Spanish I know. Lay off.”

The chick at the front tried to keep in her laughter as Wooyoung was shaking his head in disappointment at my supposedly best friend. Key word here: supposedly. I had no idea what they were talking about...sigh.

“Puedo ver su horario?”

“Sí, un momento...” The girl started fishing through her small purse (that was probably the size of her brain) and pulled out a piece of paper that had enough markings on it for me to distinguish what it was. It was her schedule.

Wooyoung gave a small chuckle. “Sigueme por favor, Carmen, su clase está en un edificio diferente.” He turned towards our professor, and in a very formal tone, stated, “I apologize greatly for the mishap, Prof. Kwon. We’ll be leaving now.”

What? Leaving? Why? Was this not her class? He did say mishap. Ha! Take that, stupid bird-brain that human life must accept as one of its own! We all watched silently as they made their way back up the walkway to the double doors, talking quietly in Spanish. I felt a few stabs of...what? Envy? Curiosity? Let’s play a game of Categorizing Min’s Feelings.

My attitude towards the girl sans Wooyoung: a big freaking “mehhhh” at best. ‘Nuff said.

My attitude towards their secret conversation that pretty much no one could hear, and if they could it was incomprehensible: a bit of curiosity with a cup of “Hmmm” and a dash of “WTF he can speak Spanish” still in there.

My attitude towards the girl with Wooyoung talking to her in a low, intimate voice: ohhellnahyouhadbestbebackingawayfromhimthisinstant. To put it simply, she can just take her perky little Latina and get the hell out of my class and away from my Wooyoung.

...I mean, my bodyguard.

“Didja get a load of her?” one of the basketball players whistled. “Damn, homegirl has some legs on that fine body!”

Junsu sneered at the back of his head. “So what? She has legs. Most human beings do.” He jerked his head in their direction. “I bet these two retards would be shocked to learn she also has a face and fingers.”

I glanced back at the door. Hmmm...where had they gone off to? She better keep her hands off my ma- I mean, him. Yeah. Right. Him. That works perfectly. “Just tell me about Jin’s latest annoyance.” Whoa. I must be desperate to forget about Wooyoung walking off with on Legs if I am mentioning Jin and Junsu. JJ. I felt a small twinge of jealousy when I remembered Wooyoung’s charming nickname for the duo.

“OH, MY GOD! So you’ll never believe what the hell she did today. When we were cleaning out the beakers...”

Translations of Spanish in respective order of dialogue:

- "Carmen, are you sure this is your right class?"
- "I'm not sure, and I can't understand what they're saying."
- "Where are my pants?!" (oh Junsu...)
- "Can I see your schedule."
- "Yes, just a moment..."
- "Follow me please, Carmen, your class is in a different building."