When Eunha saw those hideous searches done from Minho's account, she felt disgusted, she wanted to beat the hell out of him for ruining her, for using her all this time if he had to have this habit.
And the worst part was that the searches were recent so that hurt even more that why Minho went for such a gruesome option when he had her to correct him for the wrong doings like she always did. She felt useless and out of place because the pain struck her like an arrow right through her flesh.
Her mind demanded a break but first she wanted to make him suffer for the shit he built.
She waited till morning when the NBA matches had to take place. Waking up in the morning with a heavy feeling pricking her body, she managed to grieve yet get ready for high school.
She entered the school and saw many guys dressed in their basket ball attires, shorts and Ts. She avoided everyone, careful that she doesn't make contact with that idiot.
"Yah Eunha..." a known voice followed her as she kept pacing ahead avoiding the crew no matter who it was.
No it wasn't Minho, she knew how that cat sounded.
"What's with her?" Hyunjin whispers to himself as he stopped in his tracks while following Eunha to ask her where Minho was but eventually paused.
Eunha escaped everyone until finally reaching her class that was the only room she could seek refuge in. Sighing, she threw her bag in her bench and then turned around just to get scared by Minho who was probably stripping right in front of her. "What the fuck!" she almost screamed as she covered her eyes until Minho pulled his trousers down to reveal a pair of shorts beneath.
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"Relax..." he softly laughs as he was actually wearing his gear underneath his school clothing and changed for the game.
"Oh god," she scoffed while rolling her eyes away from him.
He notices her discomfort and comes up to her who was looking downwards, careful not to click his gaze. She was avoiding him so much that he gently held her shoulder and asked, "Babe? You good?"
"Don't call me that!" she was infuriated with anger as he shivered in his spot, his eyes wide.
"What's wrong? what did I do? " he asked with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed.
"God will test you for this, you bastard!" Eunha let her emotions drain out and hurt him like she was emotionless herself.
The boy in front of her quivered with melancholy, he couldn't believe the horror movie playing in front of him as he failed to persuade himself regarding any mistake he made in the past.
"Eunha we can talk about this. Please just tell me what I did, what if it's a mis-"
"Misunderstanding my foot!" she shut out the begging boy in front of her and left the scene leaving him wounded with virtual bullets in his aching heart.
