The Culture Of Love

CHAPTER ONE : Illusion

Hi. My name is Do Min Hae but you can call me Min Hae. I am korean even if I don't look like it. Both my parents are koreans but because they moved to America after graduating from the best universities, I was born in New York. I ended up trying to learn korean by myself, with some tutoring classes. Thus, I'm not as fluent in korean as I am in english and french. I always liked learning new languages and I plan on learning spanish, along with japanese. I think of myself as someone reliable, gentle but irritable. Therefore, I got in trouble a lot because of this flaw of mine.

Now, I'm in my last year at my international school. It's only the beginning of the year but I already feel like I'm going to fail this year. The teachers seem eager to make us work till death right from the start of september : group works, oral tests in english and french, writing essays, etc. I feel like teachers just love watching us struggle and suffer. Then those assoles still ask us afterwards why we look sleepy and aren't as energetic during class.

It's hard to stay optimistic when you have school's pressure, in addition to your parents's. That's why I sometimes relief myself from all this stress by smoking cigarrets and binge drinking in my room.......as if. Did you really think I was this desperate ? I guess that wasn't a funny joke considering this is the case for most of the students at my school. You can't blame them after all.

Aside from that, after this week's class was over, I went to my locker to take my stuff for the homeworks for next week. I honestly didn't expect to find a mysterious letter in it. A non-signed letter asking me to go to the second floor's class D.010. Well, I have time to kill before heading home so why not.

In front of the door, I was still debating internally whether to open it or not. I don't know what's awaiting me behind it after all. Looking around, I noticed that apart from this class, the other ones seemed all closed and the lights were off. I hope there's nothing fishy behind this or my father will surely hear about this later. I decided to finally give it a go.

- Here we go, I guess.

When I opened the door, what I didn't anticipate was such a welcome from handsome guys I've never seen before. Despite being already kind of dark outside, the bright lights made it look like it was morning.

Confused, I looked up to lock eyes with one of them, someone with black curly hair and dark piercing brown eyes.

- Who the fuck are you ?

I snorted. Did I hear that correctly or did this asshole just swore at me ? I figured it out I should directly explain myself before getting worked up for nothing.

- Well, for starter you arsehole, I got a letter wherein I was asked to come up here in this specific class. So I'd like some clarification about why my presence is required.

He was clearly caught off guard by my composed self because he kind of backed up, before recomposing himself quickly.

- What the fuck are you talking about, that's impossible.

He walked up to me and looked at me from up to down. I hate myself for being shorter than him.

- I don't even know why I'm here and what's this place so explain please.

- I don't know what you're talking about so just get the hell out of here before I get you out myself.

- What the fuck dude, I was invited to this place or whatever the fuck this is. Stop being annoying and just tell me.

- I never sent any letters to anybody so stop making things up with that stupid head of yours.

Oh my god, I'm going to kill him if he carries on being a stubborn child. Can't he just answer my question without being fucking rude ? He's starting to really piss me off. You know what, that's enough being nice.