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chapter 4 | Princess

50 minutes later...

I step out of the classroom with Taeyeong, this lesson now over, we both walk up to our last one with some happiness since it means the end is close. "Have you understood the shit he said?" my best friend lets out, getting me to chuckle and shake my head. "Hell no, the only thing I saw was how thirsty he is for a minor. He hasn't stopped looking at y/n and asking for her to get to the whiteboard...something is wrong."

"I saw that, bro! I thought I was the only one," he slaps my arm, reacting like a maniac. "I feel like what the people say about her is fucking false. She was uncomfortable each time he was close to her or mentioning her name. I'm pretty sure she hates him."

"Hm, maybe," I don't give my opinion since I have no idea what goes on between them, however, I put forth what happened earlier. "And you, little shit," I punch his arm and glare at him. "Since when do you smile all softly at her? Are you fucking hiding something?"

"What?" he acts dumb and scoffs. "No! We're just friends, and I swear, I smiled because she did it. I couldn't help it," he tries to give me his bullshit that sounds made up as ever.

As I was still looking daggers at him, a person bumps into me. "Do you know where y/n is?" Haneul asks me, sounding and seeming worried. "No...why? What's wrong?"

He sighs without answering me and runs in the direction of the classroom we left some minutes ago. "What the hell is wrong?" Taeyeong and I keep our eyes on the man, but he disappears behind the walls after hurrying. I shrug. "I don't know," I enter the room without caring much about this, we both get separated, and I head to my desk.

Is something serious happening with y/n though?

•••

6:10 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

I let the chair swing back and forth while looking up at the sky, lying down, feeling lonely but full of worry. I stick one hand out of the chair while being rocked, and I touch the grass under my fingers, smiling at the sight of a little bird staying with their babies on the wall before me.

"My little princess," my father's voice turns my head to the right to make me catch sight of him. I smile at him, and he comes closer. "What are you doing here? I was looking for you," he stops the movement of my chair with his hand and sits down next to my legs. "Are you okay?" he brushes the back of his hand over my cheek, and I nod. "Yes...I just wanted to take a break before eating."

He softly responds with a curve of his lips. "Mom isn't mad at you, all right?" he understands why I'm alone in here, always figuring out whenever something isn't right. "She just had a bad day, she didn't mean what she said to you."

"Hm," I don't give a clear answer that could make him know I'm not fine with this excuse. "All right?" he kindly tries to reassure me, so I nod and smile at him. "All right..."

"How was your day at school? You haven't told me yet," he asks, having no idea how tired I am of going there. "I prefer homeschooling...my professors are better..."

"What do you mean? Are they mean at school?" he worries instantly, being protective of me. "Hm..." I give a positive answer with a movement of my head. "Especially one..."

"Who?" he wants to know. I glance away out of doubt, looking for the birds that I saw some minutes ago. I change my mind and straighten up, I climb onto his lap and put my arms around his body to hug him. "I'm joking. I just love my private professor more because he's sweet."