Him: Rebels (Young K x Reader)

Chapter 7

You run down yet another empty hall, turn a corner, lurching through a door, almost slipping, catching yourself with the right hand, regaining balance, speed up, down the stairs, an immediate right turn, break through the doors to the yard, run across, inside the cafeteria, out the other side, turn left, left again then right, over the fence, across the soccer field, out, right, below the grandstand, to the end, climb up the side, jump the tall fence, straight ahead, inside, left, u-turn, right, open a door, hip hitting the doorknob, into the locker room, into the bathroom, closed door, stop.

You fall back against the cool wall, trying to catch your breath without much noise. A hand rushes to your chest, heart racing. You are sure you shook him off. Absolutely sure. No way anyone could have followed you at such a pace through such a distance. You were a long distance runner back when you were a child. You would always compete with your best friend to see who could be faster, running distances everywhere. You competed with and against each other at actual competitions also, always placing first and second. That all ended when he moved away, though. He transferred to a school in Seoul and you haven't seen or heard from him since. And when he disappeared out of your life, so did the desire to run. Your skills, however, don't seem to have gone with him.

You're pulled from your saddening daze as you hear footsteps approach.

"I'm gonna find you," you hear the voice of a man call playfully and continue with a dangerous whisper, "Wherever you are." He's in the locker room. But how did he find you?

You reach out for your phone but can't find it in its usual place. You figure you must've dropped it when you hit the knob, leaving a trace behind.

While mentally slapping yourself across the face, you frantically look for an escape. The only option is a small window high above the toilet. It's quite tiny, but you know you have to give it a shot. So you step onto the toilet and reach up. It's already ajar. You need to get out feet first and the only way to do so is to grab ahold of the pipes running along the ceiling.

Count to three, jump, grasp tightly, pull up, raising legs, push, slide, land, out.

Just as your feet meet with the ground, you hear the door go on the other side.

"What the-"

You smirk as you cast a glance up at the giant watch at the top of the school. As if on cue, the bell rings.

"Too slow," you grin as you approach your boyfriend. A smug look occupies his face.

"Oh yeah?" he replies and snatching your waist and pulling you as close to him as you can possibly get. Well. Almost. "Who said I didn't just let you win?" he whispers and grazes your chin with his free index finger, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

"Because I am always one step ahead." In one swift movement, you push his body away just before he is able to fulfill his desire. You walk towards the entrance and call out, "Are you coming, nitwit?"

The rest of the day passes quickly and you are faced by the awaited weekend. As you are walking towards the motorbike.

"I already told you: I am not going." You don't even spare him a glance.

"Come on. It's gonna be fun!"

"You can take Semmi."

He stops in front of you, leaning down to face you with a pout. "I want to go with you."

You smile a pat his cheek, infecting him too. "I don't want to go with you." The corners of his lips fall as you walk around him.

"Why not?"

"Because you're annoying me."

"I'm your boyfriend, it's my job to annoy you!"

You sigh.

"No, it's your job to take me home safely."

"Then I won't give you a ride before you accept my invitation."

He stands before the bike with crossed arms and blocks your way with a smug look. You lift an eyebrow at his action.

"Then I'll walk." You turn on your heel and strut away.

"Come on." He hurries after you.

"My dad will kill you if you let me come home drunk."

"Your father will kill me if you walk home alone."

You come to a halt and he bumps into your back.

"I would like to see that happen."

"(Y/N) please! Please go to the party with me. I want you. Please." He begs and pleads and whines all the way to the door of your house. At long last, you turn around to give him the attention he so desperately craves.

"You may look different, but you're still that same annoying pup who wouldn't leave me alone," you sigh out of exhaustion and look up at him with a blank face. "8 o'clock," you state and go inside, leaving him confused.

He stands still on the porch, going over your words again and again before finally shouting, "Does, does that mean yes?"