Gifted || Nakamoto Yuta || ON HOLD

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"Where is she!? Where did you take her!? I left for fifteen minutes to take a phone call, and when I come back, she's gone?" I exploded in rage as the lady in the desk in front of me paid no attention. She focused on fanning the layers of nail polish on her nails.

Annoying.

"I told you sir, I don't know where she is. Go focus on Ria, before I tell her you're cheating on her," she said.

"I'm not cheating on anybody. Kiko is my friend, and it was my job to protect her. Now tell me where she is, lady."

A wave of silence spread through the air, but at least the lady was paying attention to me. Her eyes finally looked up at me.

I felt superior due to my height, but I knew she was more powerful than a simple desk lady.

"Do not call me 'lady'. It's Chaerin, alright? Don't act arrogant, as if you actually deserved to go to this school," she snapped at me, finally getting up out of her comfy chair.

I was stunned. Nobody had dared to bring up that topic around me, especially ones that worked for my father.

"S-stop, just tell me where she is? I know you did something to her. I heard you on the phone," I said to her, trying to push my emotions all the way back.

"No, you stop. We both know that you only got here because of your rich father. We both know you're only dating Ria to make him proud of you. We both know that you don't belong here. It's time that you start to act like it," she walked out from behind her desk, bare feet slapping against the cold, concrete floor.

My eyes stung, but not with tears, but anger. "I'll tell my fath--"

"Okay, tell him. Then you can live with the fact that you got a poor woman fired, just because she spoke the truth. Go. Ahead," she stood in front of me, with a power that only certain people have.

"Fine. I'll take leave now. Sorry for the trouble," I backed away from the desk and quickly spun around.

I speed-walked to the door with my head down.

It was near a minute before I had hit my head on a hard chest, causing me to look up into one of the faces that I needed at the moment.

"Hey! Jisung? I'm glad I ran into you here! I was about to go visit Donghyuck. Come with?" he said with a voice that never failed to cheer me up.

I smiled, forgetting about everything that happened in the past few minutes. I was happy to visit my old friend. "Sure, Mark."

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"Kiko! Get down here!"

I got up from my bed, and ran downstairs, knowing that if I was late, I'd be near dead.

"Yes, father?" I replied.

I heard him chuckle. "Don't act innocent with me sweetheart. I know what you've been doing behind my back."

I immediately pulled the gloves further up my wrist, hoping it was impossible to see my palms, and the scars on them.

"Don't hide from me," he said, grabbing my wrists, to the point where they hurt a lot. He then pulled the gloves off my hands, revealing an assortment of scars.

"Disgusting. I'm disgusted in you. I knew you were fighting. I knew you were associated with those girls. Girls your age should barely know how to run. How are you a fighter?" he scowled looking at my palms.

My palms ached, not because of the scars, but because of his touch. A step-father's touch.

"S-sorry father. I'll not fight anymore," I say with my cutest voice possible. A pitiful voice is how you get out of situations such as this.