Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

4.

Haein did not expect that he managed to miss the girl so much in the three days that they did not communicate. Now she did not attend the lessons at all, even in order to pass the test papers, and began to worry about her. Haein knew that she was supposed to have a casting in the next few days, but did not remember which day. He wanted to see her, wish her luck, cheer her up, say that he sincerely believes that she will succeed. But he had no right to do so. He clearly made it clear to her that she should not expect him to treat her well, and he should stick to this position until he really stops treating her like that.

"Do you want to fuck me so beautifully now? Twenty thousand won is missing here," he snapped nervously at the student as he counted the money at the school gate.

It was already ten o'clock at night, and Haein needed to be at the club to continue his work there, but his "regular customer" finally got the money for the goods. The guy just couldn't miss it.

"No, no. It's just dark here, I didn't notice," the client got nervous quickly taking out a crumpled bill from his pocket.

Haein smiled contentedly as he handed him a small packet of pills and stuffed the money into his jeans pocket. He hated debtors, so timely payment cheered him up.

Having snatched out the coveted bag, the student turned towards the gate in order to quickly get out of the company of the formidable Jung Haein. The guy himself decided to stay for a few minutes before going on to work. He did not want to go to the club now, he did not like working there. He was not afraid of dirty work. In his hometown he had to trade under tougher conditions. But in the capital the atmosphere was more serious, and the money too. He wanted to take his mind off the pressure and the filth he had seen in that club, and until recently Jisoo had helped him with that.

Even now, knowing about her past, he continued to see purity in her, touching which even with the tip of a finger, he can instantly make her dirty with filth. Haein was surprised by himself, and by her too, when he recalled their first dialogue. How he like an animal offered her sex, and she was not even afraid of him. He knew she was strong. He also knew that not so much not to live through all the pain deep inside. Therefore, Haein does not want to be another cause of her suffering, he will be able to observe and protect her from afar, at a safe distance for her.

He turned towards the school puffing on his cigarette, and noticed that the light on the basement floor was still on. Haein knew that this was the window of the dance hall, and was aware that apart from Jisoo, no one in this school practices in that hall. Already former friends told him that there used to be another dancer in this school, because of which actually the whole scandal with the girl flared up, but he and his teachers left Jisoo alone. Thoughts about this made Haein angry, he wanted to beat that guy without understanding the essence of the matter.

He threw a half-smoked cigarette on the ground not caring about the fact that in the morning the janitor could complain to the princial about the students smoking on the school yard. Almost running he headed towards the back door of the basement, which Jisoo herself had told him about. He'll just look at her from a distance, she won't even notice. But for some reason Haein still bought her from the vending machine the water with aloe that she loved so much.

She danced in that same light pink tulle tutu skirt that blew his mind, destroyed the remnants of rational thinking and completely deprived him of the company of a girl. He looked from afar at her "grand pas de cha", wondering how he could remember the names of these movements at all, and considered what a brainless choreographer one must be not to take this talented dancer to their school. He, as always, did not hear what was playing in her headphones, but his fingers moved in the rhythm of her movements playing guitar chords in the air.