𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

02 | SPOILED BRAT

Before I could make a run from it I heard his gentle voice "Hey you"

I stop and turn around, looking at the male who was now looking up from the book. He sat on the floor while leaning on the shelves.

I look around "Why are you looking around?" He questioned.

I shrug "I wasn't sure you talking to me"

He chuckle "You're the only one around, did you think I was talking to a ghost?"

This felt weird, he wasn't acting as I suspected he would. He seemed almost... nice.

"I'm not gonna bite" I nod and walk closer to him, "Just as long as you promise not to tell anyone about this"

I give him a confused look "About what?"

"Finding me here, it's the only place I could escape in this place"

I nod, finding myself sitting down in front of him. "I wouldn't have anyone to tell anyways, plus I get it"

"Get what?"

I bite my bottom lip nervously, my eyes look absently over to the book in front of me. "Needing to escape"

I hesitantly look back at him and his eyes were still on me "Aren't you like the richest one here?"

I felt almost disappointed in his words but I wasn't surprised by them.

I sigh and stand back up "I won't tell anyone"

I go to walk away but his confused voice stops me "That's it?"

"Isn't it? I'm a spoiled brat who is too stuck up to talk to anyone, aren't I?"

He looks down and I took it as the opportunity to walk away. Sitting back down at a table and pulling out my notebook.

I flip threw the pages "You draw really good", I close it immediately at the voice.

Looking up to see Minho taking a seat in front of me. I tense up as he looks up and meets my gaze.

"Stop following me"

"I'm not following you" He looks around before looking back at me "We're both in here and you are the only one that can keep me company". I roll my eyes "Plus, you followed me first"

"I did not!"

He looks back to my notebook and tries to grab it but I was faster, pulling it back to me and hugging it to my chest.

He pouts "Can't I have a look?"

"No"

His pout deepens "Well why not? The glimpse I did see makes me want to see more"

"Because I don't show anyone my work"

He looks over my face before nodding, giving up, and crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back into his chair.

"Don't you have friends to keep you company?" I ask, wanting him to leave me alone.

He shook his head "No"

I scoff "Yeah, right"

He sits up and leans on the table "Seems like you know me more than I know myself. Tell me, who are my friends?"

"Like you don't know you hang around some of the worse people in this place"

"Those aren't friends"

The bell rings and I look to the doors, seeing people pass by. I sigh, looking back to Minho, and realize his eyes were still on me.

"Have fun avoiding the people who aren't you're friend's" I stand up, and walk away from the table.

He didn't stop me this time but let me go, I walk out of the library and make my way to my next class—thankfully with the success of not being stopped by anyone.

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The rest of my classes went by pretty quickly as I had Science and Art for my last classes.

I walk out of Art and try to hurry up and exit the school without any interruptions but if you hadn't noticed I had shit luck.

"Sugar!" I heard Kate say loudly as I walked out.

Of course, they were already outside and doing god knows what. Usually, people would love to get out and leave home right away but they hung around outside after school and that is why I always tried to leave fast before they got outside but I never make it on time.

The group looks my way as Kate blew me a kiss. This time Minho didn't have his headphones on and his attention was also on me. Our eyes lock before I look away and continue to walk to the black SUV.

Getting in and slamming the door "Everything okay Jisung?"

"Everything is fine, perfect, fabulous"

Tom nods and drives away from the school. The ride was quiet and it wasn't long before we pulled up to my house.

I got off and ran inside, seeing one of the maids "Tell my parents that I won't be having dinner tonight". She looks at me skeptically.

I ran upstairs and into my room, putting my bag down and going to my restroom. I pulled my shirt off my body and see bruises starting to appear, running my hands up my face out of frustration.

I turn and put the shower on before stripping out of the rest of my clothes. Walking into the shower and hissing as the hot water hits my cold skin. My body getting used to it quickly and I wash my body gently, trying not to cause myself any more pain.

After washing up I get out of the shower, drying off and wrapping a towel around my waist before exiting the bathroom. I walked to my closet and pulled out sweats, putting on boxers before putting on the sweats.

I pulled on a random t-shirt and walked out of the closet. I grab my sketchbook from inside my desk drawer and sat down.

I didn't need much inspiration as I already knew what I would draw. So I did, I drew, and this time with more detail than my others as I finally saw my inspiration up close.

My bottom lip is in between my teeth as I focus, not noticing the sun going down by the minute. As my room grew darker I stop and turn on my lamp before continuing, ignoring the voices downstairs and the growing soreness of my back.

When I started something, I always felt the need to finish it.