Jung Su Yeon:

“---Yeon, Yah! Jung Su Yeon!" Kwon Yuri yelled. I snapped out of daze and rose an eyebrow. "Were you even listening?" She asked

“Yeah, of course” I faked a smile. I took a sip on my lemonade, the food beside it was still untouched.

“What did I said?” She inquired, narrowing her eyes.

I laughed nervously before apologizing. I wasn't really in my normal self these days.

“You know everyone’s making a fuss at school. Rumours spread that you were coming back. It’s been a year already and they seem as ‘interested’ as before.” Yuri said. She made it sound as casual as possible. 

“A year, huh?” I let out a deep sigh. "I never knew I'd last that long with being home schooled and attending weekly therapy."

She looked at me with wide eyes. She must have been surprised that words like 'therapy' and 'home schooled' came out of my mouth nonchalantly. I was shocked too.

“See you tomorrow at school Yuri, and tell them I don’t want any welcome ceremony HA-ha” She smiled though it sadness is written all over her face. I turned around not wanting to see any more of it but I was surprised when she shouted:

“JUNG SU YEON YOU BETTER NOT BE LATE TOMORROW!”

The moment I stepped out of the fast food chain, I knew I still didn’t want to go home. So I walked in the busy streets of Seoul clearing off my mind. It’s 10:00 in the evening and there are still way too many people. Students in their uniform were everywhere. You see, school started a week ago already but it was only yesterday that my mom and my stupid twin brother decided it’s about time I went back, not that I was exactly thrilled.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

“This! This chick! I’m going out with her!” A guy exclaimed loudly as he grabbed me by the arm and pull me towards a group of guys I think fairly my age who just stepped outside a bar.

What the hell… I stared at his hand gripping my arm to his face that’s wearing a big plastered grin. If it weren’t for that smile I could have considered him a cutie.

“See? I’m not left out. I TOO have a girl” He exclaimed. A guy wearing a white cap began bursting into laughter. “Yah! Yah! Changmin I told you Junsu was jealous” The guy with the cap began slapping who I assumed is ‘Changmin’ on the back.

“Jealous my , shut up will ya? Hey YOU tell them how much you love me!” The creature holding me who I think is called Junsu began nudging me by his elbow. I tried getting out of his grip yet every time his it only grew tighter that I swear it would definitely leave a bruise.

Pissed off yet amused I let out a sigh.

“You, let go of my arm” I said firmly. All eyes turned to me

“Hey, hey she’s angry” The guy in the cap said chuckling. I swear he’s got the energy to laugh all day long

“Don’t wanna” Junsu said stubbornly “Besides why should I?”

“Are you crazy?” I glared at him, he smiled back

“Just tell them you like me and I’ll let you go” He said.  The guy in the cap began bursting into laughter once again, Changmin was on the phone. Ok this is getting weird and boring

“Then are you stupid?”

“You don’t like me?”

“I don’t know you”

“I knew it! You like me!”

“WHAT? Where did that came from?”

“You’re not resisting anymore ^-^”

I think my mouth just fell open. This guy, this guy… I think his brain is quite messed up.

“Junso, what are you doing?” Out of nowhere, there was a guy who called him. His chocolate brown hair tousled, his onyx eyes piercing through mine. I shivered. It was the same ominous feeling that made me flinch. It was as if he was examining me, looking at me head to toes before focusing on my face. Laughing guy stopped cracking up, his face was serious. Changmin began smoking leaning at a wall

“Jaejoong! This is all over me!” Junsu suddenly complained, whining even, he let go of my precious arm and keep on saying this was this and that--- Wait wait. Was he talking about me? I was all over him?

That Jaejoong guy just smirked just like the girl who looks like someone who give a in a nightclub did. Oh boy, tell me he didn’t

“Whatever, just let her off, let’s go…he’s waiting.” Bastard Jaejoong said

“But she’s pitiful” Junsu reasoned out. I rose up an eyebrow, Pitiful huh?

“She’ll be fine, s like her can manage by herself” Jaejoong said turning around to leave the girl’s arms on his waist [note to self: shouldn’t it be the other way around?] and just as he expected all three began following him without any word. I tried to control the annoyance building up on me. I was dragged, insulted and left. They’re seriously looking for trouble.

I saw a tin can near the trash bin. Out of instinct I kicked it aiming at the back of that bastard’s head. It did hit his head ^-^ One year passed and I’m still good.

Jaejoong turned around, his followers a bit confused and surprised. I walk towards them all fired up. I stopped two steps away from Jaejoong. I scanned his face which I think is more amused than infuriated then his clothes-he was wearing a white long sleeves two buttons down, his black necktie loosely tied and that navy blue pants---high school uniform. That’s when I notice that blazer hanging on his body bag a symbol sewn on the left side of the collar. “Seoul High?” I smirked and glared at his face. They really are messing a wrong person

Kim JaeJoong

“Seoul High?” The girl more likely said than asked. Her lips twisted in a smirked. A moment ago she was like a helpless child and now she looks like she’s ready for a bull fight.

“What about it?” I asked amused by her sudden change. “You af-“

“First of all, you can’t just drag a girl, force her to say she likes you and then tell people she was all over you. Second of all, don’t you call some random girl a you stupid Third you should learn how to apologize Fourth, don’t drink if you can’t even handle it. Did you understand?” She cut me off and began lecturing Junsu who has his attention over some neon light across the street.

“Finished talking?” I asked. Yoochun is just staring at her so is Changmin that I felt sorry for the lack of reply. She glared at me. “Who the hell are you to call me a ?” She was furious, her eyes were cold, it’s like looking at my own. “Who the hell are you to talk me like that? I snapped. It’s dull

“I could just say the same thing to you er” heh is she stupid?

“You’re lucky I don’t feel like hitting pathetic people”

“Seoul High top jjang? You’ve got to be kidding me” She said still glaring at me “You still have a long way to go” She scoffed

She’s not amusing anymore. I rarely hit girls but she’s so close on making me

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I growled she laughed

“You see, disrespectful guys like you…” She grabbed my blazer that has been hanging on my body bag

“Aren’t needed on Seoul High” She said as she purposely dropped my blazer on the ground

“See you around” She told us smiling before sprinting off to God knows where.

I’m letting her off this time, If I see her again I’ll seriously beat her.

The game has started. The War is declared.