MONEY TREES - yeonbin ff

seventeen

The way too cold wind hit my entire body as I ran on the school track, the sound of heavy breathing and fast footsteps from every classmate around me could be heard as we finished our last lap around. Goosebumps growing on my tired skin as we finished.

One thing's for sure it was definitely too cold, and too early in the morning, for having Gym class this semester.

Getting off the red, perfectly clean, track I went straight to my water bottle, gulping down almost half of it before going back inside the warm locker rooms and changing into my actual school clothes.

Which took me longer than I thought it would, having finished after the locker room was completely empty. See it's not like I was bad at Gym or exercising, in fact back at my old school it was one of my favorite classes that I excelled in.

But seeing as I've been having client after client for the beginning of these cold December days it's taking even more of a toll on my body than I thought.

'I'm 18 why do I feel like I'm 45 with a back problem?' I thought, groaning as I grabbed my backpack and made it out of the Locker room.

Though I guess I really wasn't the last one out of the locker room, getting half way passed the door before being slammed right back into it, closing my eyes at the impact, my breath getting caught in my throat as the wind got knocked out of me.

Squinting my eyes open before completely widening them again in disbelief.

It was Yunho

His face was almost red with anger, his nails digging deep into my shoulders making me internally groan at the more than likely indents that will stay on my flesh from it. He had the same grey jacket with his school uniform neatly put on him.

The eyes staring back at me were as dark as what you could imagine, my eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn't long before he started talking, his voice annoyingly low, like when a kid gets mad at someone for stealing their chocolate bar.

"I know exactly what you're trying to do with my boyfriend, you fucking mutt." My eyebrows furrowed even further, "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, anger and confusion rising in me.

Not anywhere near friendly smile showed up on his face, "You know what the fuck I mean, don't try and act like a dumbass just because you live in that brain dead side of town," He said, annoyance lingering on his tongue.

He continued, "Now I expect you to know your place before I make you, you dirty ass pig" He spit out, taking his tight grip off my shoulders and walking out of the door, pushing me in the process.

I blinked for a couple of seconds, knowing that I'm too tired to even try having another word with him. The words he spoke registering in my mind as I stood still though the loud bell heard made me lose my train of thought, noticing I was going to be late to my next class.

"Shit" I mumbled before running out the door.

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I thought as the day went on I'd have shaken that whole experience off my shoulders, but as I was sitting in Math class those words were the only thing filling my mind.

I was so dazed in my thoughts that I didn't even hear Soobin trying to talk to me, in fact in that moment I didn't even want to look at him, my eyes staying glued to my notebook that held pages full of math equations.

Even during lunch, I didn't go into the lunchroom.

I didn't want to see any type of food as the words lingered in my mind like a ghost.