"Okay then you'll go out with me tomorrow. After school. We're going to have a date." Taehyung paused. Before I could say anything, he said "I won't take a no from you."
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I figured out they are one of those 'fan girls'. I kept my head straight and smirked.
"You dare to slap me. Don't you know you're now about to dig your own grave?"
"Who are you to steal our boys, you slut."
That was when it hit me. She was the one who sent me the threats. I looked at her name tag, 'Miyeon', her name.
I sighed and fired back at her, "They didn't say they date a bitch though?"
Miyeon told the other girls to hold me. I tried to break free from their grip. Before I could break free, Miyeon slapped me again. They laughed at me. My cheek felt hurt. I think it has gone red because she slapped me at the same spot.
I looked at them, "You want to know another fact?" I paused, "All of you will never get to date them. They know a rotten attitude will not be a good seed in relationship."
They were taken aback and Miyeon was about to slap me again, but I pulled my hand up to my face to guard my face. Then I heard a voice yelling, "Hey! Stop whatever you're about to do now!"
The voice was familiar, I put my hand down and saw Eunwoo. He ran towards me and held my hand. "You dare to touch her again, all of you will never land your feet in this school anymore." His grip on my hand getting tighter.
"But they..." Miyeon tried to talk but Eunwoo cut her off.
"No buts. Go before I call the teacher."
The girls ran out from school without looking back at us.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Saving your ass?" He turned around then cupped my cheeks. "To pick you up, dimwit. I went to your house expecting you already home, but your brother told me you're still at school. I told him I'm going to pick you up then boom! I saw you with the girls."
"Oh. I thought you came because you left something at school. Thanks. Let's go home. I'm tired." I walked to his car then waited for him to unlock the car. He went closer to the car door then put my hair to the back ear.
"What's with your face? Why is it red? Did they slapped you for real?!"
I sensed tension in his voice. I lied, "No. I was slapping myself because I was too sleepy." I wanted to punch my self because that was the worst lie I ever said in my life.
"Don't do that to your pretty face anymore." He unlocked the car and opened the door for me.
The ride was silent, and I almost dozed off. Thankfully we arrived home before I did.
"Thank you for sending me home. See you tomorrow at school."
