Home Invasion || Park Jisung

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Tuesday, 9:23 p.m.

Sure, she said she was going up to take a quick shower before resuming her studies. But here she was, swiveling on her chair with a crinkled document in her hand and a highlighter balanced on her ear.

Believe it or not, she really tried. With one hand gripping her notes, she brushed her teeth with her eyes fixated on the important information. After she was done with her pre-shower rituals, she told herself it's time to put down the notes. She did so, and went to the bathroom.

She stripped out of her blouse, but paused because— what was that third point from the current account deficit section again?

Page 127: she saw the page from her textbook in her head, having memorized it word for word, but that one part in the bottom corner of the page, what did it say?

Her lips pursed and she turned around, walking out of her bathroom and back to her desk. She leaned over, scanning the pages anxiously. She finally got to the page and her eyes darted to the bottom corner. Her heart eased as she read the words; it's the paragraph about the outflow of foreign direct investments and portfolio investments— yeah, she knew this.

She tiptoed back into her bathroom, slithering out of her skirt. She tested the water and waited for the warmth to hit. She was about to step into the shower, but hesitated— that one reviewer the teacher gave last week, was it in her backpack? She remembered how the teacher warned that its materials were important for the exam.

She scrunched her nose because she knew she hadn't looked at it since. This is bad.

Little droplets of water adorned her skin, but it wasn't important right now. She shivered as she walked back into her cold room. She searched through her backpack, heart skipping as she dug for her reviewer— Aha!

For the next twenty minutes, she paced around her room with her pen handy. She went over the notes twice, nitpicking every little detail she had wrong. By now, her shoulder-length raven hair was disheveled, but she didn't notice.

She would've gone on like this for another hour, but her phone dinged from her desk. She tilted her head at it curiously. Who could be texting her? Nobody ever texts her, especially at night. She picked up her phone, assuming it's her parents trying to text for updates.

But it wasn't.

It's an unsaved number, but she knew exactly who it was. It's the only number in her chat list that she never saved. She opened the chat with a scowl on her face.

if you want my attention
that bad, just say it

What the hell was this boy going on about? She typed in a response:

Excuse me?

not complaining tho

you still haven't showered huh

I already showered dickwad

She bit her nails as she stared down at her screen. He didn't need to know she was lying.

wow

didn't peg you for a liar, choi nari

What makes you think I'm lying?

well for one

you took off your uniform almost
an hour ago and you've just been
pacing your room in your underwear

As soon as the words flashed on her screen, she felt her heart drop. She lifted her head up slowly towards her window like in the horror movies right before the girl sees the crazy psychopath that ends up stabbing her to death.

There he was— leaning against his chair, feet propped up on the desk. He was chewing bubblegum, a smug smirk already evident on his face as his eyes glazed upwards directly at her.

She yelped, ducking down behind her desk like her life depended on it. With her mouth agape, she punched letters into her keyboard furiously.

YOU PERVERT

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN
WATCHING ME???

She looked up from behind her desk and he was laughing. She never wanted to strangle anyone so badly before.

yo relax

it's not like i've never seen
you in your underwear before

What?

She brandished a middle finger at him, but he seemed unfazed. Her phone lit up with more text messages and she looked down at her phone again.

you should do it more often
actually

study in your underwear

at least then my view wouldn't
be so boring

Shut up

tit for tat, bitch

you think i don't see you checking
me out every time i walk past the
window

Luckily her head was, for the most part, covered by her chair; she blew deep breaths, trying to get rid of the heat rising to her cheeks.

I've never checked you out,
stop being so full of yourself

right

whatever you say babe

I'm done talking to you

Bye

;)

She tossed her phone on the table, feeling a new type of livid. As she crawled shamefully into her bathroom, she only had one thought—

FUCK PARK JISUNG.

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