The Golden Ring • ChanBaek | ENG

[CHAPTER 025]

       To my own surprise, for the first time in my life, I went shopping on weekends alone, and no I'm not talking about grocery shopping.

I bought clothes, especially leather pants .. I just totally fell in love with the way they show the shape of my legs, they look like I train a lot on them, but me and running are two different worlds so I'm happy to be born with such good genes.

I've been secretly getting some makeup stuff, since I'm better in English - thanks to Mr. Park - I've started staring at videos and instead of looking at gameplays, I usually watch Jeffree Star alien's head and just gape at his beautiful techniques.

Of course, that doesn't mean that I'm going to do some crazy and heavy make-up on my eyes, I'm going to stay with a black eyeliner, maybe if I feel daring I'll use some deep red to buff out the edges.. But because I'm a lazy son of a bitch I would look like I just got hit in the eye.

By the way.. I've been thingking a lot about one thing.. And I don't know if I should be happy or not.

I've been chewing on this for quite some time, ever since Mr. Park took me home. The words that I didn't grasp first.

"Next time"

What does that even mean? If somebody offers to take me home, I'm not supposed to hop in the back because it's rude to the driver or because-? Aish, I don't understand, I'm confused with his sentences and my brain is hurting, I just think too much which is not the healthiest thing.

Anyway, worrying about this is superfluous, I don't understand why I want to know the meaning behind all his mysterious words, I should shrug it off.

He's just my English teacher and that's it. We have a healthy teacher-student relationship, I don't want to have more but I need him to touch me, I really feel that I'm healing. Yes, it's a slow progress but he is the only one who can touch me. For example I can't stand it when Kibum is too close to me and it's hurting me a lot.

I'd love to be able to hug Kibum without disgust. As an annoying person I would pinch his face, slap his ass all the time - because if you've seen a good ass, just look at his - I would kiss his face. I could show how much I love him and how important he is to me.

As I entered the school the silence slapped me in the face. I frowned, looked at the time as I pulled out my phone. Eh? How do I get here so early? Maybe I didn't notice that it's this early..

It's a curse of my lameness, but since I'm here so early, I could take a look at something. I mean, if somebody saw me, I could get in trouble, but I heard a lot of students doing these things and they never got caught. Even Kibum did it.

I took my direction to the teacher's office, for some reason I started tiptoeing, and then I slapped myself in the forehead for thinking for a moment that I was some secret spy trying to steal important data. Like what the fuck is wrong with me.

Actually, I have no idea where they keep the thing that I need.

Licking my lips, I looked into every little room hoping I wouldn't bump into anyone. I'd start giving up at the fourth door when I saw a sign that said "papers" in huge black letters.

I had to hold back my laughter, it couldn't be more conspicuous, it's no surprise that every student who's strolled in here found what they wanted.
I tried to open the drawer as quiet as possible, and I started digging into it with interest.

Several documents slipped under my hand until I found what I was looking for. I have ChanYeol's biography! At least now I'll know for sure how old he is, and maybe I'll be more relaxed about him...