Eunha walked to the last class of the day, which was Fine Arts, and chose to go and the very end of the room and take a nap. That nap could last hours long, who knows?
But all her plans diminished the second her gaze fell on a certain person who smiled as if he was in a toothpaste commercial — Yang Jeongin. She groaned.
Hearing the groan, the boy looked at her, displaying his pearly whites, "Whoa whoa, look who got here!"
"Shut up," she spoke, walking to the far end of the classroom and plopping down on a chair. Like a puppy, he followed her there and sat beside her. She stared at him in disgust.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he shrugged, and she slightly slid down her chair and closed her eyes, saying, "It better be that way."
"Oh? Is Sleeping Beauty dreaming about her second first kiss?" Jeongin giggled.
Eunha opened one eye and spat, "No. I'm dreaming about how happy my mom would be if I took you to her."
He turned at her fully, and with a child-like smile, he chirped, "Are my charms working?"
"Sure, sure," she smirked, "And I don't know about that girl I'm trying to find, but I have a lot in store for you."
Jeongin now had a cheeky grin on his face, "Someone's finally breaking out of that tsundere exterior, I see."
"You wish," she spoke, closing her eyes again.
As he was about to speak further, the teacher entered the classroom, "Afternoon, class."
"Why did she have to come now?" he grumbled in disappointment. Thankfully, the teacher didn't hear it, and continued speaking, "Kindly continue with the art pieces that you have been working on for the past week."
Jeongin sighed and got up, approaching his easel and turning to the painting he had been working on. He looked at Eunha, who was probably half asleep already. Poking her cheek with the back of his brush, he chuckled when she opened her eyes in rage and glowered at him.
"What's your fucking problem?" she growled.
"Do your work, kids," the teacher dismissively spoke from her desk, secretly watching Courage the Cowardly Dog on her laptop placed in front of her, traumatizing herself yet again. We never really got over it, did we? Ah, the trauma!
Eunha burned holes into the teacher's head just by her glare (no, not really, you gore lovers), and Jeongin whispered to her, "Paint me, babe."
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" she stood up abruptly, the chair falling to the ground with a bang and everyone turning to look at the two. Jeongin stood in shock at the sudden drama created in a span of about five seconds, and the teacher, who was about to shit herself because of the horror in the cartoon show, screamed and fell off her chair.
Poor students in the class didn't know what to look at — the teacher or the new student. I don't blame them, though; this was some elite Shinchan-level scenario (and please don't mention his ass or Jisung will revolt).
The teacher rose from the ground, angry that her daily dose of orgasmic trauma was seized from her (get a room), and she yelled at the two creators of the drama, "What is going on?!"
"I, uh, need to clean my paintbrushes," Jeongin made a bee-line exit, rushing out of the class. Now, the teacher turned to look at Eunha.
"Stand up and get out of my class."
Eunha groaned, "I wanna sleep."
"Did you not hear me? GET OUT!" the teacher thundered, but our Deviless is thunderous.
She glowered at the teacher, and with her eyes turning red, she walked over to the front of the class and grabbed the teacher's face to look straight into her eyes, possessing her.
I don't get why it's always the teachers who get ridiculed; the poor thing just wanted to scar herself with a cartoon.
The teacher, who had been possessed, sat down on her chair and fell asleep. That's when Eunha realized that she had publicly displayed her powers; so she turned around, and with a swift motion of her hands, a wave of red splashed across the students, and everyone lost their memory of the last five minutes.
Cool, right?
But one remained. And he gasped, hiding behind the door of the classroom.
Eunha noticed and sighed, saying, "Come out."
"Nobody's here!" the walking toothpaste ad spoke from behind the door, voice quivering.
Courage the Cowardly Dog? More like Jeongin the Cowardly Fox.
(I had coffee which was too sweet, I'm sorry)
"Jeongin."
"Who?"
"I know who you are and I'm not afraid to tell you who I am either, Yang Jeongin," Eunha casually spoke.
"You're a witch!" Jeongin emerged from behind the door, cautiously walking towards her.
"Correction: Deviless."
"..." Jeongin was reminded of that friend of his in kindergarten who summoned Satan and ate crayons, "NOT THIS CRAYON SHIT AGAIN!"
"Wha-" Before she could complete, he picked up two crayons from the table on his side and made a cross, yelling, "Go away!"
"You're so frightened! It's funny," the Deviless, for once, laughed. And it sounded so, so evil.
Jeongin could faint right there and then, but that's when Eunha spoke up, "Don't worry; I won't erase your memories. I like seeing you scared."
"What kind of kink is that?!" he shrieked.
She grimaced but continued, "And if you ever, ever tell anybody about this, I'll slice your throat and torture you very slowly; so slowly that all you will be able to do is to scream and thrash about, but feel helpless and cry out loud."
Okay, but why did that sound so hot?
Yang Jeongin needs help. Seriously.
(a/n: oooh yeaaa
HER SECRET IS OUT AYEEEE
Don't worry; I'll try to make more sense in the next chapter XD
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