Only For You • Kim Mingyu

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                          I hate you

Mingyu's POV:

My day started with a terrible fight against a new girl. I technically lost. Worst part she's Jeonghan hyung's sister. I lost in a combat against a small tiny highschool girl. How embarrassing that sounds. That moment would definitely end up in my black dark highschool history.

I would bury myself underground and never come out if someone took a video of it and uploaded it online.

My overall image in this school is the kind of bad and good mixed tempered boy who doesn't study at all but somehow cuts a very good figure in the examination. Magic right? Everyone is kinda afraid of my dark appearance but the girls clinge onto me all the time as if I'm some kind of celebrity. I'm kinda proud of that popularity and attention though I shouldn't be. Who doesn't like to be popular?

Jeonghan hyung is like a angel on earth (yoon angel UwU). Meanwhile his sister was such a rude badassy bitch whose got on my nerves in a matter of few minutes.

I wanted to kill her. Just kill her.

Not to mention, I've to live under the same roof with her. Really absurd.

How dare she call me a spoiled brat! I mean I'm not saying I'm excellent mannered but it's offending when a spoiled brat calls you a spoiled brat. Just wait you rude little pocket sized piece of peculiarly strong short raven weird purple highlight haired arrogant shit.

I'll take my revenge on you very soon.

I sat on my seat with a mind that was craving for vengeance. Mrs. Song our homeroom teacher entered after a while and everybody stood up to greet her.

"Good morning students. We've a new transfer student from America. Come in. Introduce yourself." She signalled the student to come in. My eyes widened with a small gasp in incredulity.

It's her.

Yoon fucking annoying Miyeon.

Why does it have to be my class?

What's my sin lord?

"Hello. My name is Yoon Miyeon. I moved here from America. Nice to meet you all." She bowed.

The class mostly the boys started whispering among themselves.

'Just look at those long legs and pretty face. Is she a model or idol?'

'She's out of this world.'

'She's so pretty like an angel. I hope she sits besides me.'

'She's so hot with that dark hair purple highlights.'

'You're so cute please sit beside me.'

'Wait isn't she the one who beat up Mingyu to death infront of the locker?'

'Be my girlfriend.'

Cute. Angel. Model. Idol. Girlfriend. Hot. THE GIRL WHO BEAT UP MINGYU.

My fucking ass.

Huh. Even the dust under my feet is hotter than you psychotic freak.

"Okay Ms. Yoon, you can may sit beside Kim Mingyu. Raise your hand Mr. Kim." This thing can't get anymore worst. First fight, then same class, then seat mate, then living with us.

What next? My bride?

I mentally slapped myself for thinking that and raised my hand unwillingly. She gave me death glares before taking a sit next to me, showing absolutely zero courtesy or enthusiasm. I didn't mind the enthusiasm part but courtesy was something she should've had shown to her brand new first class seat mate.