Bittersweet ≈ Seonghwa [NEW!]

Stand By Me

"How on earth do I avoid a bunch of boys who are in the same class as I am?!" I whispered to myself as I got changed into my PE attire.

I'm SO out of uniform seeing I have no gym class today.

Sighing, I went back to my locker, keeping my clothes from the day before in it.

"Yeona..."

The sound of a voice I was trying to avoid, whispered by my ear.

I slammed my locker shut, rapping "I don't know! I didn't do anything! That wasn't me! I'm sorry!"

As I tried to run off, the person caught me by my elbow.

I spun round, praying whoever it was didn't find out that I found out about them.

Figures, that person was Park Seonghwa.

He pushed me gently against the lockers. His hands on both my shoulders.

"What are you talking about? I was so worried something happened to you. Why didn't you come back?"

My heart melted the minute he pulled me into a tight hug. He held me so tight, it felt like he genuinely thought he lost me or something.

Did he not know I snuck into certain areas of his house?

"Seonghwa i-"

He pulled away from the hug and smiled so brightly, he outshined the sun.

"Come, let's get to class. Let's sit together this time."

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Class was awkward. The moment I came in holding hands with Seonghwa, people started talking to me again. The one row at the back that used to have 8 tables, now has 9.

The only thing that hasn't changed was the fact that I was the only one studying and paying attention in class while everyone else were playing.

"I can feel you staring," I commented to Seonghwa as I continued writing my essay. He was sitting back in his chair, with one arm on the back rest of my chair. I ignored his trailing gaze and focused on my work.

The next thing I knew, I felt his lips pressed against my cheek with a loud smacking sound.

I dropped my pen, feeling my face grow hot. The sound attracted the attention of nearby tables, hence causing the class to cheer at us.

Hyunah and her clique shot me a deadly look. Embarrassed, I lowered my head down onto the table.

Before I knew it, word spread throughout the school about our relationship. Gossips and whisperings echoed the corridor as the 9 of us headed to lunch together.

My grip on Seonghwa's hand tighten as we walked to the cafeteria.

"You okay?" He asks, looking really concerned.

I heaved a deep breath, "I think I need to go to the restroom. I'll catch up with you guys later."

With that, I quickly strode to the girls restroom at the opposite end of the corridor and locked myself in a cubicle.

All the attention is making me feel really nervous. And seeing Seonghwa like it, is making me even more nervous.

What if he knew that I knew about him?

Just then,

*WHOOSH*

Something heavy, grey and wet that smelled like detergent, came splashing down on me. I'm now drenched from head to toe.