My Dangerous Boys' (Myungsoo Infinite Fanfic) (Editing)

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CHAPTER 1: SOMETHING FLY

My condo, my room, my world.

I love peace and quiet. Dad said this neighborhood is like a sanctuary. Boy, I believed him. Well, half of it anyway. The condo is peaceful and quiet. I got the entire floor to myself. But after I went down to the first floor, everything is like a never ending train, people and more people.

I need peace and quiet. They want to know me and who I am. My dad and I moved to Seoul due to his job transfer. It has been a while since we are here. I don't know my way around yet so dad's friend, Mr. Woon, had shown me around the city and the school where I will be attending starting tomorrow. Good thing he just drives. He talks less than I do bearing in mind dad told him I won't be bored if he does not talk to me. I rather have him sit there and drive as if I'm not in the back seat. He is a good friend of dad so he treats me well and I am glad.

The school that I am attending has a dress code and uniform but on selected day of the month, the student can show off their style wearing casual clothes. It's supposed to be for people who can afford it.

Dad designs clothes and I am his model. Here I am decorating my new room in his latest design, maid outfit. Dad transferred his job from Paris to Seoul for this project with few more projects he will complete them in no time. He said it would be good for me too if I come here with him.

Decorating the interior of my new condo is my favorite. I picked out all the furniture and decoration I please. Dad paid for it with his credit card. He lives in a house twenty minutes away from my condo. He is a designer. Having a famous fashion designer as a dad is great. People called him "FASHION KING." I got everything I wanted. Anything new in the market, I can have in a blink of an eye. All the clothes I wear are from his clothing line.

Finally, finish decorating the room, I went down to the lobby wearing my maid outfit holding a bag of laundry and dirty bed sheets and cloth. I can cook for myself but I cannot do laundry. I won't do laundry on my own. Ironing my own clothes is tiring. Every time I pick up an iron and try ironing my shirt, I get a headache and nausea in my stomach.

'Don't talk to me' ignoring someone calling my name, I walked passed the lobby quickly and head back up the elevator after giving my laundry to the driver. I waited outside for him more than ten minutes which mean he was late. At the time I stood near the street with cars passing by left and right. I heard two groups of boys shouting at one another, but I didn't look at their direction. One was from across the street where they stop and look at me likeI'm a weird girl but I did not care. After the driver got here, I gave him the stuff and quickly coming back up.

I hate noises and strange people. People who make trouble by getting into a nonsense fight are the ignoance bunch.

Tomorrow is my first day of school. Dad offers to give me a ride, but I told him no. Again he is a very busy designer and I don't want him to waste his valuable time. This is one of the reasons I live on my own. He needs absolute quiet when he is designing his piece. Anything I asked, I get.

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Entering the school ground she walks as miserly as she could. Her head held down kicking her shoe against the concrete as she walk inside the school ground.