Dragon's Butterfly (Hiatus)

Pawn 003

Park Sandara

Whew! I arrived five minutes early, thank goodness.

I sat on an empty chair at the back of the cinema-type room and settled myself there comfortably. Good thing I wasn’t late after what happened earlier . . .

Speaking of that anecdote, I’d noticed that a lot of students kept staring at me as they whispered. I don’t need any mind-reading ability to know what they were talking about—me bumping CL, YGU’s gizibe. It was too obvious, really. I should have asked Bom about the university last night that involves famous people instead of eating ramen . . .

The professor finally arrived, making the class quiet. Nobody was sitting on the chairs near me.

“Good morning class,” he greeted us.

“Good morning sir,” we greeted back.

“Well, welcome to YGU, freshmen. We are all happy to have you here, by the way. I will eb your professor . . .” he droned on, and most of us zoned out, including me.

My thoughts suddenly evaporated when the professor started checking out the attendance. And just about when he was saying someone’s name . . .

Three . . .  okay, three handsome guys entered the room, and the whole class started another round of chaos.

“OMG kyaaaaahhh! They’re our classmates?! OMO!”

“Oh my gosh is that Jiyong?!”

“Daesung, Seungri and Jiyong—perfect!”

“Too bad Taeyang and Seunghyun are sophs, though . . .”

“Tch. BIGBANG.”

BIGBANG? Daesung?! Seungri?! Jiyong?!

“Huh?!” I blurted out loud without thinking.

The class suddenly went quiet, like I’d cast a spell or something.

CRAP.

DAMN MY STUPID MOUTH! AISH, PARK SANDARA!!!

“Keke, I’m also surprised to see them too . . .” I said sheepishly, praying that my lie would work. Aigoo~~

Some of my classmates glared at me, other stared, others raised an eyebrow. One of the newcomers with a mole under his left eye stared at me, as I was the classic idiot. The other two—one had blonde highlights and tiny eyes and the other had messy black hair with dark lines under his eyes—just looked at each other.

Stupid Dara! I just wish Bommie is my classmate right now!! Aigoooo~

“Kang Daesung, sir!” Blonde highlights guy said, smiling widely. His smile reminded me of an angel’s, warm and sincere.

“Omo, Daesung’s smile . . .” one of the girls in front of me mumbled dreamily.

Mole guy rolled his eyes while the other one just snickered.

The professor sighed deeply. “All right. Take your seats, please.”

WHAT?!

He didn’t reprimand them or whatsoever for being late?! And what’s with the professor’s slightly terrified face? Are these guys the owners of this school or something?!!

Either way, I’m sensing . .  something about them. Especially from Mole Guy . . .

The guy who was Daesung sat on my right while the guy with dark lines under his eyes sat on my left. Mole guy sat on my farther left.

Aigoo, why oh why are those the only empty chairs left?!

“Park Sandara?” the professor called.

I raised my hand slightly. “Present,” I said.

Whispers buzzed all around again. WHAT IS TOTALLY GOING ON?! IS IT BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED EARLIER—

“CAN’T YOU JUST KEEP FUCKING QUIET!” Mole guy roared, effectively silencing the room. Dark aura seemed to emanate from him, especially from his steely gaze.

The guy at my left chuckled quietly. “Angry dragon strikes again . . .”

“Shut up, Seungri,” Daesung muttered, casting Seungri a dark look.

Seungri just shrugged.

I felt somebody’s gaze bore at me. I turned, and saw it was Daesung.

“You have a rather strange name,” he mused as the professor continued to call names. “Sandara. How’d you get that?”

“Omma named me after a nickname of a certain military officer,” I mumbled, looking at him. He didn’t look . . . dangerous or something. He seemed . . . naturally friendly.

“It means ‘butterfly’,” he said, still smiling. “I admit, it suits you.”

I blushed red as I nodded. “Omma said something about the butterfly thing, though.”

He held out his hand. “Kang Daesung.”

Though I was surprised at his sudden gesture, I took it anyway. “Park Sandara.”

“I know.” He grinned, and I couldn’t help grinning back at him. His smile is infectious.

I froze. Chicken skin . . .

At the corner of my eye, I saw some girls glaring at me.

Fangirls . . .

I broke of our handshake, looking down. I’d had enough problems already—and it’s enough!

“Don’t mind them,” he muttered. “I want to talk to you, really. Those guys—“he looked at the two”—are not worth talking with.”

I blinked. This smiling angel wants to talk to me?

“Yah!” Seungri protested.

The other one—whom I’m now guessing is Jiyong—ignored us, staring at the board in front.

“Ignore that comment,” Seungri muttered. “Lee Seunghyun, by the way. But everyone calls me Seungri.” He winked.

I smell a playboy slash Casanova . . .

But wait, a Lee? How is he related to Lee Chaelin/CL?

“The twin brother of the girl you’d just bumped earlier . . .” he continued, smirking.

I paled. He is CL’s twin brother?! Gaaaaahhhhh!!

“Haha, relax Sandara-ssi! CL told me it was okay, so it’s okay for me as well,” he reassured me, both hands raised like a surrendering suspect.

“I—I’m really sorry about it,” I apologized, looking at my feet.

Daesung glared at him.

“It’s okay,” Seungri repeated in a gentle tone. “She really tends to space out a lot, that girl . . . “he shook his head.

“But you shouldn’t have said that, you babo panda! You just scared her,” Daesung hissed.

“Sorry—my bad!” Seungri whined.

I decided to tune out their bickering and focus on the lesson instead.

I don’t know why, but I felt myself staring at Jiyong. I admit I found him . . . charismatic, but it felt like there was something different about him. Like he’s more than what he’s right now . . .

He suddenly turned, looking at me in the eye. He had a dark look on his face.

I quickly looked away, blushing hard. Aigoo, he caught me staring!

Fearing that he might scream at me the next time I stare at him, I did my best to focus on taking down notes.

Kwon Jiyong, who are you?