Pretty Savage | 18+

Chapter 5

- Is everything clear to you, sunbae? - Taiki repeated this question for the 10th time, and I woke up unconsciously, as every time.

- Yes, I understand - I replied, and the boy nodded his head with satisfaction.

     I couldn't really focus on what the Japanese man was saying to me now. I was rather irritated by his condition. He was clearly ill, and at the moment he should be resting at home. However, he came to school only to explain to me the operation of the sound equipment. I hoped I wouldn't get infected from him. I couldn't be sick, otherwise I would miss my days of study. And even 3 days were too long a break.

     I hid my relief under a mask of calm and composure as soon as the boy left. I looked around, making sure no one was watching me, and disinfected the area.

     I liked Taiki. He was the closest to me among the chairmen, apart from Chae-young. It seemed to me that he was sincere and natural with me. Unless it was another mask that I didn't discover. Taiki confided in him many times after moving to Korea. After all, I've were supposed to support other students primarily mentally. And I was pretty good at it.

     Unfortunately, I finally caught myself on the wave of warmth I felt as soon as Taiki was heading towards me. We spent a lot of time together at the university, if we were not busy with our duties. Chae-young deliberately avoided us, hoping that we would get into a relationship. However, I didn't plan love for now. My life was meticulously arranged by my mother, and I secretly altered the little details that might have enabled me to be free. I only considered dating when I moved out of my mother's apartment. Unfortunately, chills and butterflies in the stomach appeared too often. That's why I still didn't rule out a future related to Taiki. I hoped to keep him with me long enough for the boy to fall in love with him in due course. However, I did not think about how moral it was.

     I twitched slightly when I heard the squeak of a shoe rubbing against the floor in the sports hall.

     I quickly understood that they didn't really need me here. The boys only needed me here to "take care". According to the school board, someone must have been supervising them all the time. Besides, a few years ago, my mother sent me to an accelerated course in physiotherapy, and I still remembered something. But I had no idea what it was for.

     I exhaled with a whoosh, and sat a little higher in the stands, afraid of being hit by the ball into the basket, which I preferred to avoid. I leaned my hands behind my back, and spread my legs a bit, wanting to change position. The benches in the stands were not the most comfortable seat. But the views could be really interesting. I looked to the right, where a group of girls were sitting, intensely watching handsome basketball players. I wasn't going to deny them that they looked really attractive. However, I preferred not to stare at them, as if it were the only purpose of my life.

     In sports, I was usually the weakest, but the sports block was one of the safe places in my school. I was grateful to my class members who never laughed at me by fooling around on the field. And there were too many such situations. In other lessons, I shone with knowledge, but during exercises and team games, I simply embarrassed myself. I could make such stupid mistakes that I was really surprised that I never heard someone snort with laughter. I hoped it was because they liked me, not because they had an unhealthy fear of me. After all, I wouldn't take someone to the director for something like that.

     I sighed, seeing that there was still half an hour left in training. To my satisfaction, I didn't have to wait for everyone to change their clothes yet. I'd rather not see how long it might take them.

     I glanced at my phone again. To my relief, my boss at work was quite understanding. His children studied in high school and told him about it more than once, so he knew how many responsibilities he could have. Thanks to this, he was able to turn a blind eye when he unexpectedly had to come to work later because of school. I was glad that on selected days he allowed me to come a little later. Unfortunately, as a result, I stayed in the florist the longest. I finished the bouquets, packed the orders and cleaned up. As a result, he usually left the place 3 hours after the flower shop closed.