Leaf Me Alone // minsung

「⸙ ch.4 ⸙」

HAN JISUNG

Why the fuck was he in my class?

I turned back to the front, barely holding in a scoff. Waiting for the teacher to arrive, I idly span my pen, twirling it around my fingers and smiling at the satisfaction of catching it securely before conducting its own ballet, watching as it danced between my fingers with ease.

The pen clattered to the table as a ball of scrunched up paper hit me in the back of the head. Confused, I turned around, only to see the smirk I hated the most being flashed at me. Why the fuck did he move closer to me? What did I ever do to deserve this guy making it his life mission to annoy me to death? God, I was already sick of his face already and school had only just begun. I was sick of his stupid messy hair and his stupid galaxy eyes and his stupid pretty lips and his stupid lopsided grins. I had enough of the way he bit the inside of his cheeks, the way his shirt was never tucked in properly, and the way he always managed to look good without even trying.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead already.

He stuck his tongue out at me and I rolled my eyes once again. Felix always said I should limit the number of times I roll my eyes per day in case they "roll out of your eye sockets due to overexertion one day", but I honestly can't help it. Especially with the one and only asshole Minho, who is able to lower my standards of a decent human being every time I look at him.

The teacher - Mr Park, I think - chose to walk in at that moment, so I turned around to face the front once again, intent on ignoring the pretty (sorry, pretty annoying boy) sitting behind me. And it was going well until I felt a kick on the back of my chair. Oh, look at that, and now he's kicking me on purpose.

My eyebrows furrowed as I turned around, once again sitting face-to-face with the school's number one annoyance. I blinked. He was leaning over his desk and his face was... closer than I expected it to be. Our foreheads almost bumped as I twisted around, ready to gift him another earful of insults, but all words flew out of my head as his eyes met mine.

Who gave him the right to look so pretty - ahem, petty - just sitting there?

Everything else faded into meaningless background noise as all my attention was on him. He tilted his head slightly, curiousity and a hint of mischief darting about his eyes as he held eye contact. Biting the inside of his cheek, he had me in a trance as I felt my face warming up. He must be a witch. That's the only explanation.

I was frozen in place as he leaned forwards even more, taking in the artwork that was Lee Minho. His breath brushed past my ear as he opened his mouth to whisper-

"Hi, squirrel. Miss me?"

Fuck that guy.

Instantly, the spell was broken, and I glared at him again, ready to fire something back. But of course, the teacher had the bright idea of deciding to call my name for attendance at that very moment. I swallowed, and it took me a few tries to get my voice to work.

"Here, Mr..."

"Park." The teacher supplied his last name, glancing up at me. Hopefully I didn't look too red.

"Here, Mr Park."

I sat properly in my chair again, vowing that I wouldn't look back at him ever again. Instead, I sat up straight, listening as Mr Park began to teach the class, voice ringing out across the classroom. Diligently taking notes, I had almost, almost, forgotten about the presence behind me until I heard a lilting voice, sweet as honey, whispering to me.

"Hey, squirrel."

Ignore him ignore him ignore him ignore hi-

"You look cute when you blush."

Eh?!

My finally cooled cheeks tinted a dangerously bright red as I heard his voice, and had I not sat at the front row, I would have most definitely have sent a middle finger right back to him, as well as hopefully a punch to the face.

My heart was racing, each rapid beat becoming the (not so) steady bass drum for the frantic chorus that was going on in my head. The lyrics? They all consisted of the same three words.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-

I didn't dare look back, already being able to imagine the smirk of victory plastered on his face as he leaned back into his chair. Fucking asshole.

For the rest of the lesson, I refused to acknowledge him no matter how hard he kicked my chair. He couldn't do that much since we were at the front of the classroom, but that still didn't stop him from vying for my attention every five seconds. As soon as Mr Park waved his hand, signaling the end of class, I swept everything into my bag and shouldered it faster than I've ever done in my entire life, stiffly walking out of class in the hopes of avoiding the incessant fly that's been buzzing behind my ear nonstop.

Unfortunately, this particular fly seemed to have a pair of annoyingly long legs, and caught up with me before I had even sped around the corner. His shoulder bumped into mine, and I made the mistake of angrily looking up at him, eyebrows furrowed, mouth set in a thin line. The moment his eyes met mine, Minho had the audacity to raise an eyebrow at me. I swallowed. My vocal chords have once again decided to abandon me in favour of keeping me silent and continuing to focus on the upwards tilt of his lips and the mischievous spark in his eye.

My eyes never left his face as I continued walking forwards. Without warning, a hand was placed on my shoulder, pulling me closer to the boy walking by my side. I quickly looked away, flushing at the contact like a schoolgirl in front of her crush - maybe I wore too many layers today? - and instead focused on the hand that was casually just draped across my shoulder. I squinted my eyes at it - if I stared at it enough, it might give me an explanation as to why it was there.

And it answered me - well, the boy that the hand belonged to answered me, as if reading my mind, "Idiot, you were going to walk into a door. Don't waste your time and efforts staring at me. Take a picture next time, it'll last longer. And watch where you're going next time, squirrel - there won't always be a knight in shining armour kindly dragging you out of danger's path next time!"

I blinked quite a few times before I managed to recover from that grandiose speech, almost laughing at how ridiculously full of himself this guy was. Knight in shining armour? Bitch, please, Minho was more like a loser in tin foil. Plus, he kicked me.

Shrugging his arm off my shoulder, I started to speed-walk my way out of this stupid situation, making sure to look straight ahead to ensure I wouldn't walk into anything else. Behind me, Minho stretched lazily, most likely not bothered enough to try and catch up.

"You can't avoid me forever, squirrel!"

Without looking back, I snapped, "Fuck you, I can try!"

*****

aren't they just so cute??

arguably my fav chapter so far (obviously)

song rec: loser, baby

love yall <3 remember to drink waterrr