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Kiran dumped all the contents of her backpack onto her bed, searching for a certain object. She throws her backpack behind her and spreads everything on her bed in one swift motion to be able to see everything.
"Where the hell did I put it?" Kiran shouts as she places her hands on her hips, frustrated she couldn't find it.
She pulls the rolly chair from underneath her desk, the desk which sat against the wall across from her bed. Kiran let's our a groan of frustration and moves the chair closer to the table and placing her head on her desk, back towards the mess she just made.
A sudden thought hits Kiran and she shoots up, "Oh that little bitch still has it." The bitch, of course, was Jaemin.
Kiran groans as she drops her head onto the desk once again, Jaemin was sure to leave the store now, his shift was over. The girl needed her phone because she had pictures of a text book which she did not have yet.
"Why did I take general calculas one? I should have taken college algebra." Kiran gets up and stares at the mess on her bed, with a mutter if curse words, she begins to clean her mess.
When she was about to put her last book into her back pack, pressure on a certain cut caused her to drop it on the ground. Kiran holds onto her left hand, the one with the cut on it. She frowns as she realizes she never put a band aid on it, "I was too busy helping that guy. I don't own any band aids but I still gave the first aid kit to Jaemin."
Kiran stomps her feet all the way into her apartment's living room, opening a drawer of the stand next to the couch. The girl takes the gauze in it and sighs, it will look like she has a nasty cut on her hand. Slowly, she makes her way to her bathroom where she grabs hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls to disinfect the cut.
She begin to dab the wet cotton ball onto the cut on her palm. "What happened to that guy." Kiran begins to talk to herself, "Who gets shot three times, beaten down like that, and close to death, but agrees to not get serious medical attention?"
Kiran puts away the cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide, starting to wrap her hand with the gauze. When she is done, she puts away the gauze and jumps into bed, staring at the ceiling as she dozes off.
"Who was that guy?"
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Kiran was slightly early to her lecture, so she sat down and began to look at her previous notes silently. As she was looking over everything, whispers in the room erupted which distracted the girl.
She looks up and around at the people of the class, everyone's eyes glancing behind Kiran, where the doors to enter were. Wanting to know what was going on, Kiran turns around to see a boy, one who was far too familiar.
Kiran's eyes widen and she notices he covered the areas where he should be bandaged. "What is he doing here?" Kiran mutters to herself since she has never seen the boy in her class at all since the beginning of the year.
The boy scans the room, as if he was he looking for something, or rather someone. And for a moment, the boy and Kiran make eye contact, but he breaks it as fast as they make it. Kiran shrugs, realizing she did not in fact know the boy, all she did was bandage him up after he fell in the convenience store.
Kiran goes back to her notes and tries to focus on what she was reading before all the commotion over the boy. "You new?" a girl next to Kiran asks, not directing the question towards Kiran, "I've never seen you before."
Kiran turns her head, raising an eyebrow, "Can you go somewhere else?"
Both the girl and the boy, who she saw the night before, turn to look at Kiran, "Who are you? Are you new too?" The girl makes a face at Kiran, but her tone of voice different from the time she asked the boy.
Kiran rolls her eyes, realizing the girl would not stop trying to talk to the boy. Kiran collects all her things and turns herself around to find a seat in the back corner, as there was no further back than she already was.
Before Kiran could walk anymore forward, a hand grabs her wrist and forces her to sit back down, "Hey, what-"
As Kiran sits down, she turns to her to at the right of her, there, sitting next to her, was the boy. "You can go now," He begins taking things out of his backpack, but both the girls knew who the statement was directed towards.
The girl turns on her heel with a huff, quickly going back to her group of friends. "How are your wounds," Kiran asks nonchalantly, pretending to review her notes.
"Healing," He turns to look at Kiran, "what's the name of my savior?"
"Kiran, and your name?" Kiran looks over to the boy, hoping the conversation would lead up to the topic of how he got hurt.
He pauses for a moment and looks to the front of the room, "Mark."
"How'd you get hurt like that?"
Not answering the question, Mark asks something else, "So you're friends with Jaemin?"
"You didn't answer my question, and yes I am friends with him." Kiran taps her pen against her notebook.
Mark nods his head and pulls something from out of his backpack, "I think he forgot to give you this."
Kiran's eyes widen as Mark holds out her phone, "That is, holy shit I was so worried about it."
Kiran was quick to grab her phone, thanking god Jaemin didn't break it or something. After she got her phone back the main subject which should have been talked about was forgotten, all that was important was that she got her phone back. But it wasn't like anyone was calling her anytime soon.
"Thank you," was the last thing Kiran said before the professor walked into the room, the two stopping their conversation.
As the professor began to talk, Kiran felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Wondering who could have messaged her, she pulls out her phone, surprised at the name which appeared on her phone.
Mark You owe me a dinner for returning your phone
Kiran turns to look at the boy seated next to her, when she does, he takes a quick glance at her before going back to the lesson for today. The girl's eyebrows knitting together as her mind messily tries to figure out his motives for talking to her.
All while this was happening, Mark smirks at the papers in front of him, only a few actually relating to the topic which the professor was talking about. Yet he was not looking at the notes for the lecture, no, he was looking at the documents hidden behind his notes.
'Secret files of the Oh family; largest medical group of Korea '
