Deal me an Idol [Lee Know x Y/n]

Chapter 4

Thursday comes with light rain, the Sun hiding behind layers of radiant clouds. The incident on Monday hides behind only my eyes and the untruthful ones of Mr. Chan. I haven't told anyone, not even Hanni. Whoever was on that call with him, the second call, meant business. If I had to take a guess, Mr. Chan is likely in debt with someone, and failed to meet the deadline. That's unfortunate.

As for the punch I distinctly heard, I assume some thugs entered the campus. The only fault in this idea is that they didn't take anything from him. They probably left too swiftly for even Mr. Chan to have gathered who it was. Well, good thing it's none of my business.

Dad : Y/n! Take an umbrella! Remember, you have an exc-

Mum : Hey, keep quiet. She doesn't know yet.

Y/n : *tilts head* Know what? What's up?

Dad : *frowns animatedly* You have an exc- excellent day to go and enjoy! Here's an umbrella.

Mum : Go, go! Don't you have Poetry Club now? You don't want to be late, do you?

Y/n : Right, bye! *snatches umbrella and waves goodbye*

Mum : *smacks dad* Imbecile. The school hasn't told them yet, don't spoil it!

Dad : Sorry, Juwon. I forgot. *laughs* Do you want to try some fried chicken?

Mum : Aish... *hands on hips*

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Yuna : "Eyes like ice, glaring red. Breaking me in two..." *reads in head* "Turn to ash but the flame still rises. Like a fever, fever, fever, fever." Sunghoon, are you writing about being sick?

Sunghoon : Well...

Jeongin : Yes. Actually, no. It's about being in love. But, intensely in love.

Yuna : *squints eyes* Hm... Y/n, what do you think?

Y/n : Um, there's a good use of repetition. And the words used are quite...how do I say this? *bites pencil* Fierce?

Jeongin : Sexy is the word.

Sunghoon : *sniggers* Shut up, Jeongin. It's romantic.

Yuna : Okay, moving on. We need a really comical, ironic poem for our remake of rapunzel. We need-

Lily : Hey, check that out, guys! There's a tomato floating outside. *giggles*

The poetry club turns their heads to the window, all eyes fixed on a mop of read hair bouncing jovially along the corridor. The owner of the obnoxiously coloured hair cannot be seen, but it's definitely someone no one has seen before.

Yeosang : Did we get a new teacher? I think that old Maths teacher left...um...

Lily : Who? Ms. IU? Oh yeah, I remember her. She's not old.

Yeosang : Her style says otherwise. *blinks* The tomato is gone.

Yuna : *frowns* Strange choice of hair, I must say. All right, back to poetry, and Ms. IU has better style than you, Yeosang.

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*in the hallways before first period*

Jungwon : Has anyone written the Maths test yet? *makes puppy eyes* Please somebody, help me! I don't know anything. *sobs*

Hanni : Bro, I revised with you yesterday. Everything will be all right.