Devil or Monster? (Darahae And Chandara Fanfic)

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I can't believe I'm in Seoul.

And in less than a month, I will be a college student at Haebaragi University (aka HaeU). Time really flies so fast.

Roughly 5 minutes from my temporary residence here in Gyeongnidan-gil, Itaewon is the Noksapyeong Station where I will ride a subway train going to Yaksu Station via line 6 then transfer to another train via line 3 and get down at HaeU Station.

Sounds complicated, right? That's why I am now familiarizing my soon-to-be daily route as early as now.

"4th station after Noksapyeong Station is Yaksu Station. Transfer to line 3 and the next station is already HaeU." I repeated for the nth time before I go down the subway so I won't forget.

"Ibeon-yeog-eun gyodae, Haebaragi Daehag Yeog ibnida. Naelisil mun-eun oleunjjog ibnida. This stop is Haebaragi University Station. The doors to alight are on the right hand side.

This is it.

. . .

"Wait for me HaeU. Wait for me". I had goosebumps as I saw the facade of my dream university.

I stopped for a while in front of the main gate to seize the moment.

"You're one step closer to your dreams, Dara." I told to myself.

"Excuse me, Sir. May I know where is exit 6 located?" I asked the security personnel.

"Just go straight ahead then turn left."
      
"Alright. Kamsahamnida."

I waited for the Yellow Bus No. 2 which will take me to the famous Namsan Tower, where Goo Jun Pyo and Geum Jan Di had their first date, and where Do Min Joon and Cheon Song Yi went to see the lovelocks and dine at the revolving restaurant. K-drama overload, eh?

"Omo! Daebak!" That's what I can only say after seeing the Namsan Tower.
                       
I gaped at the famous landmark for a second.

I badly need to have a picture with the Namsan Tower on the background.

Due to excitement, I impulsively poked the nearest guy to ask a favor to take a picture of me.
          
"Mwo?" The guy who is busy on his phone irritatedly asks.

Wait a minute. Is that...

"PCY?"

The guy in front of me crossed his arms, lowered his head, narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat before speaking to me. "What did you just say?"

"P-C-Y." I recited his initials like a grade schooler.

I was staring at him and flashing my most charming smile when he glanced away and looked around. I noticed his eyes went wide when it reached a certain spot. He then returned his look at me with dead eyes.

Curious with what he saw, I turned my head to the direction that caught his attention.

There I saw a group of girls, about the same age as me, suspiciously looking towards us. I suppose they eavesdropped on our conversation and was curious on why I mentioned PCY.

I smiled and waved my hand, signalling them to come over. This is now my chance to get back at him for what he have done to me last time.

But before the girls could come close, I felt his tight grip on my arms then dragged me to escape from the now #HungryforOppa looking girls.

We were able to slip away after running for about 4 kilometers, leaving Namsan Park and passing through unfamiliar streets. Well, duh. I'm new here in Seoul.  Everything's unfamiliar.

We dropped by in a convenience store to catch our breath and to replenish the water our bodies lost.

"Look at what you've done." He finally spoke after drinking the last drop of 500 ml Pocari Sweat.

"So you are really PCY?" I whispered, wanting him to spill his guts.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He sighed. "I'm outta here." He stood up and walked away.

"I got your high school alumni ID, Park Chan Yeol." I said before he could leave the store.

He looked back and gave me a baffled stare.

"And that odd polka dot sneakers must be your favorite, eh?" I continued. He rushed back to where he was seated earlier.

"Ya! What do you want from me?" I heard him raise his huge voice.

"Say sorry to me and you won't ever see me again."

"Sorry? For what?"

"Don't you remember me?"
   
"And who are you to be remembered?"

"Remember the scene at the fire exit of Speakeasy?" I can see his face filled with confusion.

"Ahhh! Shouldn't you be thankful that I caught you. Why would I say sorry?"

"Aish! You were rude that time! I shouted.

"What's with saying sorry? As if we're seeing each other again."

"I just want to teach you a lesson."
         
I heard him laugh. "Lesson? What lesson? How to catch a clumsy girl?"

"No. You may choose on these three lessons: How to be a gentleman?, How to be a light to others?, and How to accept your own mistakes and say sorry?"

"You know what? I don't have time for this. Give my ID back."

"Apologize or I'll let the people know who you are."

He suddenly grabbed and took away my sling bag causing it's strap to rip.

I tried to pull my bag back. "Ya! That's my bag. Bring it back to..."

"Chanyeol..." Someone entered the picture out of nowhere and took hold of my bag.
           
"Is this yours, Dara?"

"D-donghae?"