𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙚 || 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣

18. Hoshi?

Jihoon

I. AM. IRRITATED. I fucking am. Like why do they have to schedule a class at 8 am, this early in the morning! I already hate this subject, well after musical history of course, but still musicology isn't any better let alone having a lecture of it early in the fucking morning for fuck's sake.

I am pretty sure I'm glaring at the other students on my way as I see them making way for me in the crowds hallway. At a time like this I'm really glad that even if I ain't tall I can still intimidate them by my glare. I still remember that specific day from my 1st year in here. It never fails to bring out a chuckle out of me.

My first composition project went downhill, even after spending countless nights without sleeping, working my butt off every moment I had gotten. But when I got the results I got an F. The only clarification I've gotten from the instructor was it lacked emotion. Like heck, I spend my everything on making it perfect and you tell me it doesn't hold the emotion that you want. Thinking back I was so ignorant back then.

I was stomping down the hallway to my locker and I was pretty much annoyed seeing an envelope sticking to my locker door. I tear it off in anger as I glare every one of them standing there, shouting in their faces, "If I ever see something like this in my locker in further future I'll hunt you down to your fucking home and kill you with so much pain that you would fear your death." I was fuming in anger that I had lost all my reasoning until I heard the sound of someone weeping in the corner.

I fumed in rage seeing her crying when it was clearly her fault. "Shut it!" I growled, I saw the other students near her flinch which just irritated me more. I was going to spat something more until a book came flying to my face, smacking the shit out of me. I stagger a bit before I gain balance, but surprised when I saw that it was her who had smacked that book on my face with a very red face, I can tell she was angry but I was angry too.

"Yah! What do you think of yourself?" she screamed at my face, nearly throwing hands at me, good thing her friend had a stronger grip on her and I was too stunned to speak. "I was being fucking considerate that you were in a bad mood so I stuck your history project report to your fucking locker," she went on screaming and that's when it dawned to me that she actually is the class representative of our department and I fucked up big time.

"You had the fucking audacity to shout at me and insult me?" those words still ring in my ears and I still can't look her in the eyes to be honest. I had apologized to her for than a month until she kicked me saying that if I ever bring up that embarrassing shit she'll kill, yet better bury me alive. To be honest I had my reason for coming to that conclusion since I had received plenty of love letters that way, pretty much every day. The good thing that happened after that was I never received any love letter from them on. But it seems like that memory isn't enough to get rid of my scowl today.

"Are you out to kill someone?"

"It isn't funny," I retort, taking my book out of my locker before locking it back. "But seems like you are," Wonwoo remarks with a smirk, leaning against his own locker, just beside mine. Just good, maybe too good. I roll my eyes at him, before walking down the hallway with my book and him following behind.

"Why are you annoying me? It's still early," I say with an exaggerated sigh, turning around on my heels to look at his face. "The mood just calls for it," he shrugs, slinging an arm around my shoulder before easily pulling me with him to the classroom. At a time like this I really hate my height, it's such a disadvantage when it comes to deal with these stubborn fellas that are called friends. By the way, who the hell named them friends when they're way more dangerous than enemies.