Eunjoo stepped outside the car, followed by Euwon, whose eyes are still down on his phone, proudly displaying the handouts he should've studied at night rather than drinking with his dad.
Eunjoo is not far different either, her eyes still threatening to close as she peeked on the window of the driver's seat, roll opened by Gayoon.
"May it be a lesson not to listen to the devil." Gayoon smiled.
"Ugh, mom, I think I'm going to pass out asleep throughout my morning classes," Eunjoo groaned.
"Try, and you won't be free from sanctions, even if this is your family's school."
"Hey, can I go first? We really shouldn't be late for the test," Euwon restlessly excused.
"Wonnie dear, make sure to pass the test."
Euwon sighed. "Sorry, no promises, mom."
Gayoon can just sigh and take a last good look at her high school kids.
"Call me if you need me, hm? I still have to lock the alcohol cabinet for the peace of your dad's alter ego. Love you kids!"
"Love you, mom!" the two chorused and watched as the car drove away.
The siblings diligently went to school as usual. Eunjoo in 4th year, and Euwon in 1st year.
They're just two out of the seven well-known kids at Tantiana University, bearing their parents' histories in the school.
Eunjoo is known for her skills in debate and leadership, while Euwon is more into the arts and music.
The siblings' personalities are also contradictory in some ways, with Eunjoo being more of an open speaker than the younger.
When Eunjoo arrived at the seniors' designated lockers, one word automatically echoed in her brain.
Hell.
There they are again– the self-proclaimed F4 of the high school department—four senior boys who do look good, but the act of arrogance is more visible than the act of goodwill.
Eunjoo can just wonder why they aren't kicked out by the number of sanction records they already have.
Straightening her posture, Eunjoo just continued to her locker, unluckily placed beside their leader, Jung Sejun, who, may I add, was flirting with another girl whom Eunjoo assumed to be a junior.
"Excuse me." Eunjoo cleared her throat. "You're standing against my locker."
The girl's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't–"
"Don't say sorry, baby, it's never a problem. Right, Lee?"
Eunjoo only forced a smile. "It is, Jung. And I don't care if it isn't a problem to you, but it is to me. Now please go?"
"Oooohh, you look horrible, Eunjoo-ah. But yeah, maybe your genes really saved you. You still look cute," Sejun commented, and he was about to pat the girl's hair when Eunjoo yanked his hand away.
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Fanfiction❝And I can see the sirens on his eyes, the poison on his lips, the burns of his touches, and yet I embraced him like a saint, ignoring how his fire is engulfing me❞ ▂ ❗️ reader discretion is advised includes strong language and mature context COMPLE...
