Ice: Thaw the Frozen Heart [EDITING]

Chapter 8

"Hoaaam," Yeojin yawned for the umpteenth time propping her head on the palm of her hand.

A fit of giggles from behind her didn't distract her from her homework.

"You're that tired huh, eonni?" Lin asked as she lay on her stomach on her bed with a laptop in front of her.

"Try going through 2 hours of looking at numbers just to make sure the debit and credit are balanced only to be greeted by another work with numbers the next hour." Yeojin replied bitterly focusing on her math homework. Her and numbers were not the best of friends. Not even a friend. Having a private lesson on accounting followed by math homework was draining her energy.

"I think I will have a nightmare of numbers chasing me toninght," she continued receiving a laughter from Lin. She then turned her chair around to face Lin. "I thought the private lesson was only your excuse to make Sehun agree on freeing me from the meeting."

"Order from the higher up." Lin grinned and Yeojin sighed throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

"I didn't know Mother would be so cruel to make me pay for yesterday's unattended private lesson."

"It wasn't Mom's plan," Lin revealed nonchalantly as she typed her assignment, but Yeojin was definitely surprised. Yeojin abruptly opened her eyes and lifted her head.

"What? It wasn't?" She asked wide-eyed. Lin shook her head in response while her eyes were still glued on the screen of her laptop. "But you said-"

"By 'higher up' I meant Gege. He called Mom last night to call your private tutor," Lin answered casually yet again (as Yeojin groaned) before she suddenly stopped typing and glanced up at Yeojin. "Wait." She raised her brows as she continued, "Did he not tell you?"

"Nope." Yeojin shook her head. "He only told me this morning that I would be sleeping over here since he needed to go to his postponed meeting in China." She groaned again rubbing her face. "Ugh! Your brother must be happy for making my life miserable!" She turned her chair back around to face the papers full of numbers.

"At least we get to sleep together like old times, Eonni." Lin chuckled.

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The next morning, Yeojin lazily opened her locker and put her bag inside. Someone suddenly leaned sideways against the locker beside hers. She glanced from the corner of her eyes and sighed internally when she realized it was her so-called boyfriend. She silently resumed taking out books for her morning class, but she couldn't stop herself from being annoyed by the presence of Sehun as he watched her silently too.

"What?" She glared at him before looking away the next second, but the question came out more as a sigh.

"Nothing." He answered expresionlessly. He continued to eyed her silently as she adjusted the books cradled in her arm while her free hand was ready to close her locker.

His mind was actually wondering if it really were possible that she was the wife of Kris Wu, whether she was even a wife material, and whether he was just wasting his time trying to uncover something probably wasn't even covered. But he couldn't help feeling that there was more to this girl standing in front of him than meets the eyes. He was never the type to meddle with people's business. Nonetheless, this girl had somehow managed to interest him.

"We'll be having some kind of...an audition for the track and field competition tomorrow after school since yesterday Lin said that you will yet have another private lesson today," Sehun informed as he walked following Yeojin. "So," he caught up to her and walked beside her. "I'll take you home tomorrow."

Yeojin immediately came to a halt to protest, but Sehun kept walking ahead. "I don't want you to-- Ya! Oh Sehun!" She shouted, but he kept on walking and raised his hand to wave without turning around to face her. "Aish!" Yeojin clucked her tongue.
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"I was so stupid!" Yeojin hit her head several times squeezing her eyes. "It feels like marrying Kris for the second time. Why did I get myself into another forced relationship?! Ugh!" She buried her face on her crossed arms laid on the table.