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HE WAS THERE. Moonbyul could feel his presence, she was aware he was there, she knew that if she closed her locker she'd meet those brown eyes that she despised with a passion, peering at her teasingly for no reason at all.
Way to start the day, considering that she spent the previous one stressing over him, she even forgot to call Wonyoung.
With the most exhausted sigh of all times, she shut the locker, refusing to take a single look at him or she was going to karate chop him.
"Morning, Byul"
There he goes.
"First of, it's Moonbyul for you. Byul is for friends and family" Her attempts to walk away were practically useless, Riki could catch up at any time with those long legs of his. "Whatever you say. . .Byul" The teenager took a deep breath and exhaled subsequently.
Oh, how she wanted to rip his dyed blonde hair off his head and shove it up his ass.
How was it even possible to hate someone so much? Moonbyul had always been convinced that there's good in everyone, but him? He seemed like a hopeless case.
"The fuck do you want?" Ni-ki raised his eyebrows, not certain if he expected that kind of response or not. "Who pissed in your cereals? I just wanted to say good morn-"
