How To Kiss A Boy//Kim Jun Kyu

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"What do you have to say now, Slut." She cackled, her fingers entangled with the beaten girls hair. In her other hand, scissors snipped to emphasize her. The beaten girl looked up through her hair. Her lips curled up into a smirk at the girl above of her, feeling pain shoot through her. 

"You fucking bitch." The words left her mouth and without a second wasted, the girl above of her kicked her in the stomach where a bruise was already forming. She groaned in pain at the sudden kick, her body aching all over when feeling the cold concrete ground hit her back. The snow padded her fall slightly, making it a bit bearable. 

"Insoo, you should really lose that fighting spirit," Insoo gritted her teeth as she felt the girl yank her body off from the ground by her long hair, staring at the scissors that was held in her hand. "It'll only make things worse for you." 

"No Kyungmi, please-!" The sounds of the snipping of the girls scissors made Insoo freeze up, her eyes filled with tears as she watched her hair fall onto the ground. One snip after another before Insoo kicked Kyungmi away from her, standing up despite the aching she felt all over and began to run away. Her long, silky, beautiful hair was now in knots and cut messily. The scissors flew somewhere ahead of her as she ran passed Kyungmi and passed the top of the stairs. 

As she ran, a hand took a hold of her ankles, causing her to kiss the ground. Kyungmi's hand went to Insoo's hair once again, beginning to drag to her the bloodied snow where they were before. "We're not done. Not until you tell me you'll leave him alone!" Kyungmi screeched, dragging her passed the stairs. As Insoo let herself be dragged, she noticed the scissors sitting not too far from her. Taking the scissors into her hand, she held it up to the last long part of her hair that Kyungmi held onto. 

"Like Hell I would." She shut the scissors on her hair, dropping onto the snowy concrete. Her answer only fueled Kyungmi, causing Kyungmi to kick her again, but this time down the stairs. Instinctively, Insoo used her arms to cover her face as she tumbled down, finally hitting the leveled ground once again after a few seconds. 

Kyungmi scoffed, looking down at the girl who laid limply in the pure snow. "You sure will now." Insoo laid there for a while. A long while. She wasn't exactly sure as she laid there, paralyzed. It felt like minutes and it felt like hours. The sky became darker faster than anticipated and it had already started snowing. "Colder...colder..." She chanted, "it's cold..." She shivered, but she didn't have the strength to get up from the snowy ground. She felt the snow layer up on her, covering her weak body. 

"Should I just...die like this?" She contemplated but the thought left as soon as it came. "I need to go home." It took all of her strength to get up from her laying position, shivering. Slowly, very slowly, she trudged up the stairs and towards the school's back door. Stepping inside the warm school, she let out a sigh of relief. The school was empty, so Insoo guessed it was probably six in the afternoon. 

She stepped into her classroom, walking over to her locker to take out her phone. She guessed right. "I stayed out in the cold all day." Insoo spoke to no one in particular, beginning to strip. She took off her wet uniform and changed into her back up clothes. She put on a black sweatshirt and some sweats to keep her warm. She took a black cap and a mask, putting them on before taking her backpack. 

Once Insoo was all warmed up, she walked out of the school and headed to the one place she knew she needed to go to the most: the shopping center. If she were to say it out loud, it'd sound weird, but it was true. The bus ride there wasn't long, and she didn't waste a second heading towards the hair salon. As she took long strides there, she noticed a girl and a boy together. 

"Oppa!" A familiar annoying voice rang in Insoo's ears, making her cringe. "Can I have your phone number?" Kyungmi batted her eye lashes, staring up at the handsome boy. The handsome boy, though, looked at her weirdly. A group of boys watched the two from a far, Insoo could only guess that they were friends with the boy Kyungmi was bothering. Not to far behind the girl was a boy Insoo knew too well. 

"What are you doing with my boyfriend?" Insoo's mouth reacted before her mind could, her legs moving on their own and closer to the two. The handsome boy's mouth hung open, dumbfounded by the whole situation. Insoo took the boys hand in hers, pushing away her thoughts of how soft his hand was. 

"Your boyfriend? Who exactly are you?" Kyungmi narrowed her eyes at Insoo, making the girl laugh. "There's no way two boys could be dating this openly." The last statement made Insoo's laughter come to a halt. A boy? She thought to herself, chocking back her laughs. 

"Do you have a problem that we're gay?" Insoo rolled her eyes at Kyungmi, a spark igniting in her that she hadn't felt in a while. Kyungmi smirked, twirling her finger through her hair. 

"Prove it," Kyungmi crossed her arms, smug. "by kissing." The handsome boy chocked and the three could hear the hollers and laughs from his friends, though they all ignored them. 

"I-I think we-we're goo-" Insoo pulled the stranger close to her, leaving her mask on as she smacked her lips where his was. Pulling away, she pushed Kyungmi away. 

"I think you should go, Princess, it seems like you got caught cheating long ago." Insoo pointed to the boy she knew very well. Kyungmi turned around, gasping. 

"Ilhoon!" She ran up to him as he began walking away. "Wait!" The two watched her chase the boy pathetically. 

"Damn, I was hoping to able to get lucky again but she's so annoying," He grumbled to himself, but Insoo heard, cringing. "Did you just...save me from getting hit on?" He turned his attention onto Insoo, looking down at the shorter. 

"Yeah, you seemed uncomfortable." Insoo muttered, pulling her hand away from his. "But I guess you were trying to get in her pants before she started annoying you." Insoo didn't want to waste another second with him, walking passed him and his friends. 

She went into the hair salon and began to get her hair done. As she sat in the seat, the lady fixing up her hair handed her a magazine. Taking the magazine, Insoo flipped through, bored. She stopped on a page that caught her interest. On the page was a photo of her work place, a dance studio where she taught at and below it was something that intrigued her the most. 

"Performance Arts Boys Academy is accepting new students this year due to a new dean. Auditions will be held at Haneul Dance Studio."