Opposite Attracts >> Min y.g.

Chapter 3: Skipping classes

I threw my black school bag over my shoulder and gave the girl who was sitting beside me a stern look.

"Don't you dare tell the teacher I skip class. " I hissed, grabbing her collars.

She shivered in fear, gulping down the invisible lump in her throat, "O-Okay. "

"Good. " I pushed her back to her chair and ran out from the class before anyone gets back.

I went to the rooftop and placed my bag on the bench, fishing out a box of cigarette from my pocket and lit it up.

"Skipping classes again? " a voice said.

I nodded, knowing the owner of the voice.
"As usual, Kim Nam Joon. "

"Heh, aren't you tired getting detentions? " he asked, sitting beside me.

"Only if I get caught. You should know they can't expel me from this motherfucking school. " I said in full confidence, "Want one? "

I passed him a cigarette, and Nam Joon gladly accepts it.
"Thanks, pal. "

"Why are you skipping classes too? " I asked Nam Joon.

He shrugged his shoulders, letting out a heavy sigh with some smoke coming out from his mouth and nostrils.

"Escaping from the teachers. They're freaking annoying. " he said bluntly, "What about you? "

"There's a new guy in my class, and he's getting on my nerves. Every word he said is like knives stabbing my flesh, seriously I'm upset. "

"Woah, you didn't hit him like you usually do? " Nam Joon asked.

I shook my head in response.
"I don't know why either. "

"Maybe you like him. " he chuckled, taking the cigarette into his mouth again.

"You shit, you know I don't. " I hissed, shoving his arm harshly.

"Chill, girl. I'm just kidding. " Nam Joon laughed, standing up from the bench, "But somehow I do think you're interested in that new guy. "

With lightning speed, he ran away from me, leaving me and my jaw hanging widely.

"Yah, come back here!! " I yelled, laughing too while trying to catch Nam Joon.

"Hah, you're so slow! " Nam Joon teased, sticking his tongue out.

"I'm going to chop that tounge off, trust me. " I growled, finally caught him.

"Before that, why don't we share a kiss? " he made a kissy face.

"No, Nam Joon! " I cringed in disgust as he pushes his face closer to me.

"Arrasso arrasso, I'm just fooling around, pabo. Why would I kiss you? It's not like I like you. " he scoffed, "We're friends since we're 6, which is you're like a sister to me. "

"I know, good you think that way. " I said, throwing the cigarette into the trash can.

"Gotta go, prefer going to the arcade than wasting my time here. Wanna follow? " I asked.

Nam Joon shook his head, "Nah. "

"Kay then, see you tomorrow. "

"Bye. " he gave me a friendly hug before I go out from the rooftop.

"But I never think you of my sister. I want to be more than friends with you, (Y/N). " Nam Joon whispered to himself.