The Golden Ring • ChanBaek | ENG

[CHAPTER 071]

     I entered the school gates with mixed feelings. My stomach is tense, there is a lump in my throat, and my fingers are shaking like jelly, I even think I'm walking a little funny.

There are two reasons for my nervousness. The first, I'm officially starting my revenge, and I'm excited for it to go well. And the second, I ignored Chanyeol all Sunday, I didn't have the courage to talk to him, so I always just looked at his messages, and when he called, I either ignored him or pressed the decline button.

The good news is that the striking color of my hair caught everyone's attention, I received compliments from the right and the left, which was good, but it was strange to listen to, because they were all insulting me in december but now I'm fine?

It's hanks to Kibum and Seunghyun, I don't get bad comments like that anymore, but that doesn't change the facts that a lot of them were assholes to me.

As soon as I entered my class, I was no longer surprised by the many pairs of eyes that landed on me, but I immediately spotted a bigger problem. Kibum was lying on the table.

Is he dying or something?

I stomped to my seat, ignoring the greetings, I have better things to do now, like making sure if my best friend is still alive.

"Bummie" I knocked on the table. He didn't react. "Babe," I tried the nickname I used a maximum of three times a year.

"Leave me alone whore, I'm sleeping" he raised one hand, gesturing with it. I puffed up my face.

"Yah, the class starts in two minutes," I sat down, dropping my bag next to the chair, and I put my chin in my palm. "How come you're so tired? Long night?" I grinned, although he doesn't see it, his face is buried in the crook of his elbow.

"No, just-," he looked up at me, but didn't continue when he saw me. "What happened to you? Do you want to become a unicorn?"

"It's inappropriate to answer a question with a question, be a good boy and tell me what happened to you, then we can discuss your unicorns."

Now I believe one hundred percent that he and Chan should be locked up in a room, they would surely entertain each other with their lame and flat jokes.

"I had a fight Seungie," he pursed his lips. "I asked him to stay in Korea until I graduate, but he said no, which made my blood boil. Since we've been together, this is the first time I've shown him my hysterical bitch self, even though that's exactly what I wanted to avoid."

"But you're always a hysterical bitch.."

"Why are you so mean to me? " he whined, hiding his face back in his arms. I laughed at his miserable state.

"Maybe Seunghyun has a reason to go in this year."

"Yes, he wants to leave me alone," he collapsed even more.

"He doesn't want to stupid, he loves you, and instead of playing the death of the swans here, ask him why he doesn't stay with you for an extra year."

"I'm afraid to talk to him now.." he mutters.

"I didn't say jump up and run in front of him now. You live in the same house, you smartass." Phew, it's crazy how he fell apart over a little argument. I'd have more reason to whine, he's going to leave me here and move to London after a year and a half, I'm not even going to do it because I know it will be good for him to be away. "And you don't have time anyway, class is about to start," I pointed to the clock hanging on the wall.

"What is our first subject?"

"History.." I muttered, taking out my notebook.

"Since when?" he blinked in confusion.

"Since they changed it? Jeez.. where did you leave your brain?"

"I don't know~" he spreads out on the table, making a whining sound again. How unbearable.

While my best friend is suffering here by my side and the teacher has not came in yet, I tore off the corner of one of the pages of my notebook and wrote something on it.

'I forgive you. Let's talk behind the school after classes.'

Is it believable? Well, we'll see if she comes..

I raised my head when the door opened, but I was surprised when not only the History teacher came in, but also Chanyeol, they were talking about something. The History teacher nodded and Chan looked straight at me.

"Byun, come with me," he said, to which I made a questioning face.

"I swear I didn't do anything" I protested.

"That's not why I'm calling you..."

"Then may I know why?" I crossed my arms, my chin raised in anticipation.

"Don't be disrespectful Byun. Go with Mr. Park," the woman frowned, and I had no other choice but to stand up.

As I passed Taeyeon, I put the paper on her desk, unfortunately I won't see her reaction now, because I followed Chanyeol out of the class. No one was lurking in the hallways anymore, the voices of teachers and students could be heard from the classrooms, and so I didn't dare to speak. I kept a distance of two steps.

We entered the teacher's room where he led us to his own small office. When we came here last time, he was very tired and said that our private lesson won't be held. If he's going to say something like that again.. I'll fuck him up.

My breath stopped completely when he pushed me against the closed door, pressed my hands above my head, and pressed his lips to mine. I was scared by the suddenness, I squirmed uncomfortably, not like he cared because he continued to kiss me.

"Cha-Chanyeol," I tried to turn my head, but his tongue slipped between my lips, a surprised sound left my throat.

He let go of my arms, which I wrapped around his neck and snuggled completely against him. He slid his palm down on my ass and gripped it so hard that I involuntarily moaned, interrupting our salivating kiss. He bit my bottom lip, then attacked my neck, although he only pressed soft kisses there.

"Yeol..." I whispered, running my fingers into his red hair, pulling his curls a little.

"Never ignore me again like you did yesterday. You're going to regret it," he growled in a deep voice.

"What if do ignore you, hm?," I licked his mouth.

"I'm going to spank you," he tilted his forehead to mine.

"That will be good.." I grinned and walked away from him.

So spanking, huh?

Maybe I'll really ignore him a litte more..