Enemies |Yeonjun|

chapter 8

After arriving home,

I changed into my pajamas, still fuming.

“I have to teach her a lesson for sending my photos to Mark... Yang Hyein, just you wait till morning,” I muttered before collapsing onto my bed.

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Morning :

SUNGHOON'S POV

As I walked to school, I spotted Hyein ahead, earbuds in, casually nodding to whatever song she was listening to. I caught up to her, falling into step beside her.

"Morning," I greeted.

She pulled out one earbud. "Barely," she grumbled.

Before I could reply, Yeonjun appeared out of nowhere with his usual sly grin.

"Good morning," he greeted, all too cheerfully.

"There's no good in the morning," Hyein shot back, walking past him.

Yeonjun, completely unfazed, suddenly pulled Hyein toward him by the arm, making her stumble.

"Well... there might be, but I’m not sure it'll be good for you," he said cryptically before letting go and sauntering off like a villain in a drama.

Hyein stared after him, bewildered. "Did he take the wrong pill or something?"

"Maybe," I shrugged as we reached our lockers. We ended up waiting for Yoon for a solid fifteen minutes.

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HA YOON'S POV

"Hey guys, I'm here!" I announced, finally reaching them.

"Late as usual. It's been fifteen minutes," Sunghoon teased.

"Whatever, let’s go," I said, linking arms with Hyein as she did the same.

"Hey, you two forgot about me!" Sunghoon called after us, feigning betrayal.

"Sorry, dude, you’re just too tall for us," Hyein quipped.

"Tsk, maybe you’re just short," he shot back, walking ahead.

We rolled our eyes and followed him into the classroom—only to be interrupted.

"Yang Hyein!"

We turned to see Kim Aera from another class marching toward us.

"What?" I asked on behalf of Hyein, crossing my arms.

"I wasn’t talking to you," she snapped before turning to Hyein. "Stay away from Yeonjun. He’s mine."she said as she sat on Hyein 's bench

YEONJUN'S POV

As I walked into the classroom, I froze at the sight of Aera standing in front of Hyein’s desk.

"Stay away from Yeonjun. He’s mine!" she declared.

I blinked. Huh? Since when did I become hers?

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HYEIN'S POV

"What?" I repeated, trying to process her nonsense.

"You heard me! Stay away from Yeonjun!" Aera shrieked.

I sighed dramatically. "Did I ever say he was mine? If anything, you should be telling him to stay away from me."

Aera scowled. "Do you know who I am? If I catch you with him again, you’re done!"

"Yeah, yeah. Can you move? I need to sit down," I replied, unimpressed.

Instead of moving, she plopped down in my chair like she owned it. "You need to learn a lesson!" she sneered.

And then…

She didn’t get up.

Aera tugged at her skirt. Nothing. She squirmed. Still stuck.

I raised an eyebrow. What the hell?

Then it clicked.

Yeonjun.

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Flashback

Yeonjun had arrived early to school. Smirking, he pulled a bottle of glue from his bag and applied a generous amount to my chair before walking off.

"Just a little payback," he muttered to himself.

Little did he know, karma works fast.

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Back to Hyein's POV

I turned toward Yeonjun, who stood frozen among the crowd, realizing his brilliant plan had completely backfired.

"Looks like your plan didn’t go as expected," I smirked.

His expression twisted into one of pure annoyance.

"Why don’t you help your girlfriend out, since you’re the one who glued my seat?" I teased, crossing my arms.

The classroom erupted in laughter. Aera’s friends rushed to help, yanking at her skirt as she tried—and failed—to get up.

Once she was finally freed, she stormed out, humiliated.

And then—

"That was beautiful," Mark said, appearing out of nowhere and throwing an arm around me in a side hug.

I shoved him off. "Don’t tell me you two planned this together."

Mark put up his hands in defense. "Nope! I just got here with Doyoung. We had nothing to do with it."

"Mm-hmm," I narrowed my eyes before turning back to Yeonjun. "Any more surprises for today?"

Yeonjun cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in his shoes.

Mark chuckled. "Hey, Hyein, wanna sit next to me instead? Just in case there’s a bomb under your desk or something."

"Why not?" I grinned, grabbing my bag.

Min,mark's seatmate, hummed before casually swapping seats with Yeonjun. He even plopped Yeonjun’s bag onto my desk for extra effect.

Yeonjun looked around, realizing there was now no seat left for him.

"Hey! Where am I supposed to sit now?" he protested.

Doyoung leaned back with a smug smile. "Karma’s a real bitch, huh?"

Mark, Yoon, Sunghoon, and Min burst out laughing.

And for the first time that morning, I had to agree—Yeonjun was definitely not having a good one.