Her Bully | PURINZ

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Y U N J I N
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Did Kim Chaewon just offered herself a ride in my car?

I'm still standing there, frozen as I stare into the space of the parking lot when Chaewon all about ducks her head and looks me in the eye, saying, "What're you waiting for nerdy? Get in."

And this is my car—and she's telling me to get in.

Licking my lips, I rub my still aching forehead and slide myself inside the driver's seat, closing my door shut as I search for the keys in the pocket of my jeans.

In the corner of my eye, I see Chaewon fixing her lipstick on the top mirror.

I unconsciously stare at her lips for way too long, making her notice me as she flicks her hand to break my trance.

"As much as I love your ogling. Are you starting the car or what?" she aggressively asks me, shaking her head while muttering some Korean words that I don't understand.

I suck in my cheeks and bite my inner right one as I plug the key and start the engine.

The car roars and Chaewon gasps in what I can see for a second as—excitement?

She turns to me in her seat and winks. "Nice car you got nerdy. Who thought you were rich?" she jokes, leaning back to get comfy as I scrunch my nose at her.

Okay, this went too far.

"Why are you in—inside my car?" I stutter out, mentally slapping myself in the face for trying to not sound like a coward which failed of course.

Chaewon stops whatever she's doing to her hair and laughs. Laughs at me before answering my question.

"Isn't it obvious? You're taking me home." She snarls, puckering her lips to the mirror as I frown at her.

"What?" I ask back, tilting my head to side as I drum my fingers on the steering wheel.

I really don't want but also want Chaewon to be here with me right now. Why can't she be that sweet girl from last night? I'd appreciate that more.

She rolls her eyes at me like I'm asking an obvious question before leaning back to wrap her body with the seatbelt.

"You're bringing me to my 하우스" She says, clucking her tongue with a Korean accent. "There, I said it in half-Korean, want me to say the sentence fully?"

I gulp and shake my head, still stuck in place because I really don't know what to do. Am I just going to follow her wishes and bring her home?

One, I care about her and don't want her to walk alone at this time of the day.

But two, she's mean and rude and deserves to know her place.

Lastly, three—I'm whipped as fuck.

"So, are you going to drive or what?" she asks, clearly irritated at the fact we've been in the parking lot for over 30 minutes now.

I nod my head dumbly, giving in because seriously, I can never deny this girl, and reverse the car before stepping on the pedal to go forward.

We're out of the gates and into the road as I slow down because oh yeah, I don't know where she lives.

She seems to sense my inner debate because now she's fixing herself on the seat and pointing to the right fork.

"You know the way to Hanni's house?" she starts off and I nod because yes, I do.

"Okay just go there then after that I'll lead the way."