Hate that I Love You ( Gong Taesung X Kim Hayoung ff)

Prologue

She stood in front of him, her fists tightly clenched as he brought out his phone and pointed out the camera to her.

"What are you doing? Come on...remove your clothes." A sinister smile spread across his face.

"Sir...why are you doing this to us...just because we-" He slammed his hand on the table, silencing her.

"Hayoung-ah, don't you know that as a teacher it is my duty to punish you if you did something wrong. Skipping class is a huge crime. You need to pay if you get caught right?"

"Then why are you not punishing us at school like other teachers? Wh-why are we in your house...why are you doing this?"

The smile vanished from her math teacher's face as he stood up and walked towards her. Lifting his right hand, he gently stroked her cheek, making her shiver.

"If you don't want your best friend's nude pictures to get leaked on every social media platform by tomorrow, quickly do as I say. We made a deal after all didn't we?" He whispered, his hands slowly reaching for a shirt as he unbuttoned the buttons one by one.

"This wasn't too hard, was it?" The smile had returned.

Her eyes Shot open as she got up on her bed, her face full of sweat. Gasping for air, she reached for the water bottle placed on the bedside table and took a few gulps.  Slipping out of the bed, she tied her hair up in a messy bun and walked out into her balcony.

"Right...he can't find me anymore. We are in Seoul now, Hayoung. Forget about it."

Walking back inside she looked at her messy apartment which had no signs of life. All around her room lay numerous boxes that were yet left to be unpacked. The fridge was empty and only had a few water bottles she had bought on the day she moved in.

Finding her way through the mess, she scooped up her phone which had been buried under the pile of unwashed clothes as she checked for any new messages or missed calls.

Obviously there would be nothing except for the spam messages.

The only contact she had saved in her phone was of the admissions officer of her university.

Being an orphan kinda sucked.

But oh well, when had her life ever been happy to begin with?

She looked at the time. It was 8 am. There was still an hour left for the her first class. She looked around at the mess. Maybe she didn't mind reaching early on her first day.

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After spending fifteen whole minutes trying to find the film and theater department, she finally walked inside her class which she expected to be empty - only it wasn't.

She froze at the doorstep when she laid eyes on the unfamiliar man who sat at the very end of the class, his head resting on the table, his eyes shut.

"Geez...I was wishing for some alone time" She whispered with dull eyes. She quickly found a seat on the other corner of the class- the farthest place from the guy. Plugging in her earphones, she started to scroll through instagram.

Unbeknownst to her, the guy was no longer asleep and has actually been wide awake. He sat and stared at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"She doesn't know me? No but that is impossible. I'm...Gong Taesung. THE GONG TAESUNG." Running his fingers through his hair, he cleared his throat and got up. "Maybe she didn't see me properly." Fixing his clothes, he walked up to hayoung and casually sat down on the seat beside her.

Noticing the sudden movement near her, Hayoung looked up and let out a small gasp when she noticed the man. "Hey" Taesung flashed his charming smile. The closeness was too much. She could feel her heart rate escalate as the memories began to flash in her head again.

"Don't be scared"
"Just remove them quickly"
"It'll be out secret"

She quickly got out of her seat and tried to calm herself down. Taesung smiled. "Don't worry. That happens to everyone who sees me in person." Hayoung glared at the stranger.

"I don't even know who you are. Why are you invading my private space and acting like I'd be glad to have you hover around me? You creep." She said in a cold tone before barging out of the class as Taesung sat with a dumbfounded expression again.

"Did she just call me a creep?"

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