Quinn & King

15 The Director

I'm not sure why they did it. But I had a strong inkling.

Bad breath stood tall, beside another guy who also blocked my way. I turned around to walk away only to have my path blocked by more of them, Idol boy included.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms across my chest. "Let me through."

Bad Breath scoffed. "No way."

"What do you want?" I asked, even though I kind of knew the answer.

"Come with us," it was Idol boy who spoke.

Before I could reply, I was dragged away, two of them flanking my sides. Of course, I put up a fight but they were strong.

I stopped struggling when I realised that Mr Kim was nearby. If he saw this, he would definitely stop this!

"Mr Kim! Mr Kim!! Help!" I called out desperately.

As he walked past, his eyes glanced towards me, before looking forward once again. He continued walking away as if he hadn't seen or heard me. But it was obvious he did.

What the...

He was normally butting into our fights so why did he ignore it this time? I was clearly asking for help.

There was a deep chuckle in front of me.

"Mr Kim won't be of any help to you," Idol boy said, smirking.

I was brought to the forbidden rooftop of the school building, where two guys guarded the door and the others stood around me. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. The one proper exit was blocked and the other one...

Well, there's a reason the school installed the tall, metal gates on the rooftop, despite how ugly it was.

I turned to look at Bad Breath and Idol Boy, clenching my teeth. It would be lying to say I wasn't scared at all. But like what Uncle always said, fear is a sign of weakness. I couldn't and definitely shouldn't show any in front of these guys, when I'm alone.

"Why?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh, you know f*cking why, you b–"

Idol Boy held out his arm, blocking Bad Breath from stepping forward. He looked towards him. "Beom Seok, I'll handle it."

Right. Beom Seok. I forgot he had a name. He'll forever be Bad Breath to me.

Idol boy turned to me, tilting his chin slightly upwards as he looked down on me. "I'll get straight to the point. You have Beom Seok's phone. Return it."

I arched an eyebrow, pretending not to know. But deep down I was relieved. I thought they were cornering me for something else...

"Just give it back–" Idol Boy held him back again. Beom Seok stepped back.

"If you return it now, we might not do anything to you," Idol Boy threatened. "So while we're being nice..." he held out a hand.

I scoffed, turning away. They "might not do anything"? Did they I was dumb? They were definitely going to do something.

Again, I was scared but that was why I looked away for a moment. To regain my composure. Hopefully, they didn't notice.

I crossed my arms across my chest, tilting my chin as well. "I don't have it."

"You wanna die?"

I cleared my throat, steeling my voice. "I don't have it, because it's with him."

I glanced over to Beom Seok. Idol Boy turned to see where I was looking. Beom Seok scowled.