Him: Rebels (Young K x Reader)

Chapter 2

"So like, my parents are out of town this weekend and I'm gonna throw the biggest party ever," Semmi proudly announces to her spellbound henchmen, chest slightly puffing in response to the excited faces they suddenly have.

It's lunchtime and you're in the schoolyard. As you never really had any friends, you called dibs on a spot in the shadow of a tree ages ago. And as always, with the notebook in hand, you sketch your surroundings. Faces, actions, conversations. Despite the unchanging uniform, every day is different. The people, the expressions, and emotions. Nothing is ever the same.

"But Semmi," one girl dares to ask. Oddly enough as she's the timidest of the five. A tiny, fragile-looking girl with big, round eyes and skin so fair you would think she had been whitewashed, outmatching any other Korean by blood.

You're surprised she has the guts to speak up. Clearly, you're not alone with that thought. The rest of the girls turn their attention towards the unsteady, youngest chick.

Getting permission to speak with a nod from the leader, she bravely continues with a stammering voice, "What about your parents? Do they know?"

You shut your eyes, the soon-to-be warlike scene disappearing from your view. Your grip on the pen in your hand tightens. You feel bad for her already.

"What, do you think I need their permission? I can do what I want, Heejin," Semmi fires back. The rest of the girls snicker as the smallest hide her face behind her hair.

She quietly apologizes. Even you can hear her. But Semmi being Semmi just has to take it a step further. She tosses some harsh words at the poor girl for a while. At first, you try to ignore the anger building up inside from listening to the patronizing one-way speech.

"Do you always ask mama and papa for their approval before doing anything?" she mocks as if speaking to a child, embarrassing the girl while gaining hyena laughs from the rest of the flock.

"Hey!" you finally speak up. Now, she has crossed the line.

The entire schoolyard, once filled with laughter and music, grows quiet. All eyes land on your, now, standing figure. Semmi's disgusted look turns into a smirk.

"Well, if it isn't little Miss Sunshine," she sarcastically lets out.

You aren't having it.

With a determined face, you walk in a straight line towards the reason for your inner fury. Reaching the table, you stop and glare down at her.

"What the hell is your problem?" you question.

"I could ask you the same." Her plastic smile makes your fist curl, the urge to plant it right in the middle of her pompous face nearly takes over, making the scenario reality.

"Why do you do this? You know Goddamn well what happened to Heejin's parents. How dare you say something like that so carelessly?" You are convinced flames are visible in your furious eyes.

Heejin's parents had been in a tragic accident a year ago. On their way back from a business trip across the country, they were hit by a drunk driver – coincidentally a truck from Semmi's father's company – and died on the scene. Completely smashed, barely recognizable and almost impossible to get out of the bent wreck of a car in one piece. While Heejin was left with a horrendous trauma and a scar for life, the man was let loose with a warning. That pretty much explains the amount power her family has.

"Huh, silly me. I must have forgotten," she tries to brush it off in that stupid tone of hers. It's the same she speaks in whenever she attempts to persuade someone to do something for her.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Pretend to be innocent. We all know you're lying and I can't stand it. Stop harassing her."