Her Bully | PURINZ

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Y U N J I N
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Humming to a tune from the 90's album in my iPod, I skip in my steps and do some footwork on the empty sidewalk as I giggle to myself.

And just as I was about to turn around and walk back to my house, which is just a few blocks from here, I'm stopped by the voice of Kim Chaewon—her amazing and sultry voice.

"Hey, Huh."

Plugging out my earphones, I swivel on the balls of my feet and smile at her.

"Hi Chaewon." I greet her, waving shyly as she frowns at my attempt on being cute.

"Not cute, nerdy." She mutters, making me pout at her because, hey, I tried at least.

"Anyways, I need you to come with me." She huffs, walking past me and going straight forward, past the corner to my house.

My eyes go wide as I fix the straps of my bag and run close to her.

"W-Wait, where are we going, Chaewon?" I pant out, getting a bit too close to her disliking—which showed gravely when our arms grazed and she jolted and pushed me away due to reflex.

I stumble on my feet and catch myself as we stop walking and stare at each other.

That was like the biggest spark I felt with Chaewon.

Did she feel that too?

"Woah—" she starts, hands up in a mocking manner.

"—I didn't allow you to get close to me, you pervert." She hisses, fixing her hair subconsciously before walking forward again.

I blush and nibble on my lower lip as I shyly duck down my head.

I wasn't acting like a pervert now, was I? I mean, I just slightly touched her arm—that's not bad at all.

I actually found it electrifying.

"S-Sorry." I stutter out, biting my inner cheek nervously as I continue to walk behind Chaewon in a safe distance, sighing sadly.

This is going nowhere to where I want it to be.

Chaewon peeks back at me and crinkles her eyes slightly before rolling them.

"Jeez, I didn't say to walk far from me like a pet dog either," she mumbles, quickening her steps as I beam and follow next to her quickly.

I guess Chaewon isn't so mean all the time.

But then something hit me like a ton of bricks and I'm suddenly whipping my head around in search of something—or someone.

"Chaewon? We're walking in public." I whisper out to her, eyes wide, because I don't want her to hit me because she did say she didn't want anyone to know about us speaking to each other.

"Are you pranking me?"

She stops in her tracks and pokes me hard in the chest.

"Okay what is it with you and thinking I'm always going to prank you?" she huffs, frustrated.

I give her a pointed look in return, which she frowns back at. "Whatever, I don't prank you all the time."

I'm about to reply, yes—you do that for a living when my jaw drops open at the sight I'm seeing in front of me now.

We're in front of a tall mansion, filled with many doors located in every direction of the house and Chaewon's climbing up the stone steps as I nervously catch up to her, leaning in to ask what's going on.