My Story ✔️

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(Y/N)'s POV

I'm still at the hospital. I don't know why because I feel completely fine. To find out that I killed that old fart, surprised me. Don't get me wrong, it's not the first time I had to out someone. I just was never on good terms with him. Every morning I wished that he would die in Africa. Africa, you may ask? Because it's better than a hole you can eventually climb out of. Leaving him in the desert and letting him find his own way out to where he can reach the closest civilisation.

I've always wondered what his actual business does. What does he actually do when he's "working"? I don't want to know the details, I just want to know what type of business he is running. Is it strip clubs, pubs/bars, drug ring, human trafficking? Maybe he's a gangster. No, that's way too far to be possible. I would tear him down if he had a gang here. I know all the big leagues and shrimps and he's not one of them. He's just a low-life who likes to cheat on his wife, not that she doesn't do the same thing behind his back. I swear they have an open marriage.

Anyway, Jimin has been visiting more often. He says that everybody else is busy and can't see me. But, I know better. They're avoiding me, they're all avoiding me. I feel a little hurt but I don't blame them one bit. I don't know them and they certainly don't know me at all. I'm the school's Bitchiest Queenka to walk in Korea. Jimin was the only one who didn't come up to me and confess his heart out. Don't get me wrong, he was adorable and I just wanted to pinch his cheeks. He still is a marshmallow. But, he was much chubbier the last I saw him.

I would say Jimin was the pet of the clan. Nobody took him seriously because of his looks. I mean how would want to beat up a guy like that? He did confess his feelings for me. I remember that day very well. The reason I remember that day is because of what he did. That's why he was in my clan and not just one of the guys that's confessed to me.

I wake up with a headache from all the yelling yesterday. I should really tone down my interrogations. I, sometimes, think I over do it. I rub the nape of my neck, sighing. "I should get ready for school now".

I sit on the edge of my bed, the song Replay keeps replaying in my mind. Not that I'm hating on Shinee, it's just annoying to have the same song stuck in your head for two days straight. I really need a new song to listen to. Maybe I should listen to Super Junior's Sorry Sorry. Heechul is my bias and a major princess. So confident in his looks. I am confident in my appearance because of so many suck-ups there are at school. Way too many, if you ask me.

"Well, Its time to get crowded with confessions, again". I brush my hair and teeth. I put on dark makeup because that's my thing. I put on my red undershirt, leather jacket, dark blue skinny jeans, and combat boots. I know. What child my age would wear something like this? It suits me very well. That's what everyone else says too but I really don't give a fuck.

I arrive at the school grounds and this guy shakily hands me a letter. "Please accept my confession".

I laugh, stuffing the note in my pocket. I walk away, leaving him behind. "I'll think about it!" I yell to him, while not looking back.

That's how I keep them on their toes. They think they have a chance but they really stand no chance whatsoever. The only guy I find attractive is Heechul. He is a Goddess, seriously. He is more beautiful than any girl I've seen.

I reach the fucking boring ass class. Never found school worth wasting my time over. I'm only at school because of personal issues. More like parental issues.