Reason to Hate #3: Noona is a Liar
☠x The Noona Hater x☠
He hates noonas.
He freaking hates noonas.
He freaking hates noonas.
But why?? Noonas are so cool.
Didn't he hear that song...what was it called again?
Noona Neomu Yeppo?!
Yeah. I'm not so sure.
Anyway, that song was a huge hit!
So why does he hate noonas?!
But more importantly...
Why the hell am I a noona?!
Why the heck did my mom squeeze me out a year early?!
ARRGG.
Oh I know. Maybe I should lie!
Yeah! Yeah! I'll tell him I was born in 1994 too!
Ha! Yeah! Problem solved.
Nowwww...How do I make him fall for me?
I glanced at my reflection.
Pfft. Shouldn't be hard!
I mean, Gongchan totally had a crush on me before.
And he was a dongsaeng!
And I must say, Gongchan is hot!
But not as hot as my favorite dongsaeng!
Oops. I forgot we're the same age.
If I was born a year later.
Muahaha! >=D
So my chances with Taemin increases to 80% at least.
Ha! This should be really easy!
I went to Calculus early, which is something I would never do.
See what you've done to me, Lee Taemin?
Now where is my baby?
Hmmm..
Oh, there he is!
And he's with Onew again.
Pfft.
He doesn't like noonas but he likes hyungs??
Doesn't he know that older girls are wayyy better than older boys?!
Hmm. That sounds a little...gay.
Anyway, I walked over and plopped down on the chair infront of him.
"Hi Taemin!" I said cheerfully.
He looked at me for a while then nodded and continued talking to Onew.
Uhm. Hello?
Onew? Why is he talking to Onew and not to me?
Onew doesn't have two X chromosomes!
"So, Taemin~" I started, smiling sweetly.
I actually saw him sigh and roll his eyes.
Wow. Cold.
I guess he really doesn't like noonas.
Good thing I'm not a noona. >:)
"Yes...noona?" He looked at me impatiently.
"Noona?" I laughed lightly.
Oh, I am so good at this.
"Oh no. I'm not a noona at all."
"You're not?" Onew's eyebrows were furrowed.
I glared at him. "YES, ONEW. I. AM. NOT. A. NOONA." then I turned to Taemin.
"So don't call me noona anymore." I smiled.
"Really? What year were you born then?" Onew looked interested.
"1995." I muttered under my breath.
"Seriously?! You're a dongsaeng?! You're younger than Taemin even!" Onew looked so hyper.
Dork.
Too bad he's so cute. What a waste.
Taemin, however, looked skeptical.
"How old are you then...dongsaeng?" He looked at me expectantly.
"M-me? How old?" I asked nervously while computing mentally.
Add two...no. No.
Minus two..
Oh . How old is Taemin anyway?!
If I base it on my age...
Minus two. No. Wait..wait.
Minus--
"Uhmm..younger than you of course! Two years younger. Heehee.." I laughed feebly.
He smirked. "So does the principal know this?"
"Know what?"
"That a thirteen year old is in the senior year already?" He looked at me innocently.
"Hey! Yeah! That's like, not allowed in our school! There's an age limit to be a senior. You have to be 15 at least."
Onew. Ever the annoying class president.
I coughed.
"Uh well..there's no need to say. It's just a secret you know...between us.."
"Among us." Taemin corrected, looking annoyed.
I looked at him weirdly.
"Onew's not included."
"Why not?" Onew looked hurt.
Taemin sighed.
Wow. I never thought anyone could look magnificent while sighing.
"Listen, nice try...noona." He laughed without humor.
"I can't believe it. Do you really like me that much?" He stood up.
"But..but..I'm not a noona!" I shouted.
"Yeah. Sure. What year were you born again?" He ran his hands through his hair.
Ooh. He has really nice hair.
So fluffy...
"So what year?" He stared at me.
"1994." I said, breathless.
"Yeah. I see." He laughed.
"Lying about her age is something that I really like about a girl." He hoisted his bag on his shoulder.
"Hey, where are you going?" I asked.
"Cutting class. Too much noonas here. It's giving me a headache." Then he walked out.
I sank in my seat.
Oh great. Not only did my plan fail, and not only did I look like a fool infront of Taemin, but also, I lost the very reason why I'm here in class early!
AISH.
"So..." Onew turned to me, smiling happily.
"How did you convince the principal to get you to senior year, dongsaeng?"
I looked at Onew, exasperated.
"Onew..I'm not really--" I sighed.
"Onew oppa. Remember, I'm older than you." He reminded me.
I closed my eyes and groaned.
Oh, I give up.
--
Man! I can't believe that!
Thanks to Taemin not being in class and me losing interest again in useless Calculus, I fell asleep.
But this time, Prof Yunho caught me and made me do 5 problems on the board.
3 of which I failed to answer correctly.
And as a result, I've been given extra homework so that 'I can catch up and improve my skills.'
Yeah, right. Stupid annoying hot prof who looks like he should be an idol instead of teaching damn Calculus.
Aaaarrgg. This is a bad day indeed.
I cannot believe this.
--
"Yunaaaa~ Pleaseeee! Help me with this! I don't get this point of discontinuity thingyyy! Jebal! Jebal! Jebal!" I shook her arm repeatedly.
"Fine! Fine! I'll help you!" She shrugged my arm off.
"YESSS! YOU'RE THE BEST BFF EVER!" I hurriedly opened my bag and gave her my assignment.
"Here.I'll just get it from you tomorrow or whatever. Just text me when it's finished." I stood up.
"Goma--"
"Hey, wait, Pedo! Where are you going?!" She grabbed my arm.
"Uhmm..home." I said in a small voice.
"No you're not. When I said that I'll help you, I meant me teaching you, not doing your homework for you!" She frowned.
"Aw. Come on, Yuna! You know my brain hates math! Come onnnn~ I'll do your English homework for you!" I offered.
Me: good in english. bad in math.
Yuna: good in math. bad in english.
See? We're the perfect balance!
"What homework? We have no english assignments!"
"Well, the next english assignment then! Come on! Please!" I pouted, put my hands togethers and used my puppy eyes.
Yuna sighed. "Fine. Just make sure--"
HEY WAIT! IS THAT MY HUSBAND OVER THERE?!
I looked over Yuna's shoulder.
I looked over Yuna's shoulder.
Oh yes.
There's my boyfriend, alright.
I started to zone out a little while Yuna was still talking.
Suddenly, an idea formed in my head.
If Yuna won't help me then...
"Oh okay, Yuna. It's alright if you won't help me." I started to get my papers again.
Oddly though, Yuna looks surprised.
"What are you talking about? I already agreed--"
"No. No. It's okay. No pressure." I shrugged and grabbed my bag.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" I said hurriedly.
Gotta catch up with my destiny before he disappears!
"What is--" Yuna looked over her shoulder and saw Taemin.
"Pfft. I should've known! You've got it bad.." She shook her head.
"I know! Right?" I responded happily.
"Please..Don't fall for him. I'm worried. I know how he is. Taemin can be really mean." She said gently.
I made a face. My baby? Mean? Uh. Yeah, right.
That innocent face? If he's mean then Onew doesn't know how to smile.
And Taemin and I aren't meant to be.
That innocent face? If he's mean then Onew doesn't know how to smile.
And Taemin and I aren't meant to be.
"I'm serious. Avoid him while you still can. He's not all you think he is. He may be a pretty face but he's completely different underneath."
"Yeah. Look, thanks for the concern but I'm a big girl now, okay? I know who to avoid and who not to avoid. And that boy..." I looked at him as he laughed with his hyungs.
"Definitely falls on the not to avoid list."
"Definitely falls on the not to avoid list."
"Aya.."
"Come on Yuna. I believe in getting to know the person first before I give my judgment." I looked at her. It was true though, I really am like that.
She looked at me for a while worriedly.
I pleaded with my eyes.
Please, please, please, Yuna, who acts so much like an unnie to me~
She closed her eyes and sighed. "Fine. I just hope you won't regret it. I really hope you won't."
"I won't." I said solemnly.
I stared at Taemin, growing more sure by the minute.
Taemin isn't like that.
He's not.
I'm sure of it.
Reason to Hate #3: Noona is a Liar.
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EEW. Such a late update! And a short one too! >< I am so sorry! I've been meaning to update this but I'm always busy these days. GAH. ><
Forgive me! Another weird and random chapter, yes? :(
Some of you guys hate aya.
AW. :( Otoke? That's how I made Aya to be. I don't want her to be the typical, shy, girl or even a mean, feisty girl that's normally used in fanfics.
So I'm sorry if you don't like our main girl. D:
I'll try to make this as interesting as possible. Until then~
PS. This chapter has an error, try to find it. But then, I will explain that error in the next chapters to come! ^^
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