You were bullied mercilessly throughout your years at Seoul Grand University by the same person. Kim Eun-Ae. The school's princess.
But what happens when a new guy shows up at your school with 11 other boys? And those 12 boys were the same 12 boys i...
WARNING: THERE WILL BE ABUSE AND SWEAR WORDS IN THIS CHAPTER.
Hei-Ran's POV
'너란 행운 마치 실낱같은 확률 속에 맘을 던지게 해 날 다른 사람들은 이제 팝콘 입에 넣은 채 우릴 쳐다봐'*
I reached over to slap my alarm, which of course, rang at exactly 5:45am every day. I slowly got up, and went to the bathroom to take a warm shower and do my morning routine. After showering, I got dressed into a white blouse, a white skater skirt and a pair of white vans, throwing a pastel pink sweater on top. Then I did my routinely make-up; a bit of pink lipstick, pink eyeshadow and eyeliner, and put up my hair in a messy but cute bun, brushed my teeth and ate a delicious breakfast of choc-chip pancakes with chocolate sauce, strawberries and a glass of banana milk, and by the time that I was done, it was time to go.
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But as I opened the gates of my school, my heart filled with dread. There, standing in front of the doors, was Kim Eun-Hae, the school's 'princess', along with her best 'friends' or 'fans', who were the playboys of the school, also known as BTS.
"Ah, look who decided to show up! Ugly Duck, don't you know how to dress?" Eun-Hae scoffed.
The crowed roared. But I wasn't going to let them ruin this perfect day, so in a cold voice I replied, "If you were smart enough to know how to dress yourself, you wouldn't be making rude remarks about other people's clothes and notice how hideous you actually look"
Silence.
And then I realised what I had done. I had just offended the school's 'princess', and by the look on her face, I knew I was dead.
She marched up to me, and raised her palm, ready to slap me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain. But it never came.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a pale hand coming out of a white suit firmly gripped onto a ivory wrist. Eun-Hae's wrist. But who owned the other hand? I followed the arm, slowly tilting my head back until I was looking directly upwards, and met a familiar face. The face of Park Chanyeol.
