Dark Shades x Seonghwa FF

Chapter Six

Munhee quickly saw Hyo Sonn’s hurt expression when they met up where they do every morning. Yunho hadn’t arrived yet.

“What happened to you? I thought that after being brought to school in a sexy car with a very sexy guy driving it, you’d be floating on clouds.” She knew about what occurred when she was told over the phone last night.

Hyo Sonn shakes her head, groaning hard.

“I don’t even know why I thought there was even a damn flicker of hope in me being desired by him. But no, he doesn’t want it, and I am so embarrassed that he had noticed. So, he called me out on this, turning me down like slamming my face onto the ground,” she moaned, bending over to see if the sensation of choking would go away.

“Well, it was pretty obvious to anybody, you know,” Munhee pointed out.

“Munhee, not helping!!”

“I’m just saying. But fuck him. If he doesn’t see you as desirable, it’s his damn loss. You may be a virgin, but I am sure that the way he gets you, you’d leave him with scratch marks. There are more hotties like that, so screw him,” she reassured her, rubbing her back.

It doesn’t help that Seonghwa’s the only guy who Hyo Sonn would want to be alone in a room with…

“Wonder why our bunny hasn’t arrived yet. Maybe playing video games until the wee hours of midnight,” Munhee commented.

“Possibly…”

“This dude has some terrible timing, I swear.” Munhee suddenly grumbles, and Hyo Sonn sat up abruptly, scowling at Ha Joon coming their way.

“I am unstable right now, and could possibly kill him with my bare hands,” she says through gritted teeth.

“I’ll stop you before that point.”
Munhee assures, chuckling dryly while staring at the nonstop pest for Hyo Sonn.

“Hey, beautiful. Why the long face? Missed me that much?” Ha Joon crooned, grinning.

“I am seriously not in the mood, Ha Joon. If you know better, you would walk away before you regret it,” Hyo Sonn hisses, boiling up.

“I know how you can release that tension, which must be sexual tension,” he purred, and she squeezes her eyes, feeling moments away from choking him even if he’s so much taller than her.
When you’re enraged, you do things usually impossible.

“The only tension I feel is you being so damn annoying!” she raised her voice, beginning to shake with anger.

“Oh, don’t be that way, precious.” He was about to caress her cheek, and just thinking that she wished it were Seonghwa doing it, was painful for her.

“You’re not my fucking type, Ha Joon!!!! Get the memo, YOU ARE NOT MY DAMN TYPE!!!!” Hyo Sonn screams with fury, a lot of students watching curiously at the sudden altercation. She punches him in the stomach with all the force in her body flowing with adrenaline.

Ha Joon falls back and on his ass, mouth wide and holding where she’d hit him.

She breathed hard, and looked up from where he stared, seeing in the distance Seonghwa who’d paused to watch as well. His face was unreadable, but she didn’t stay to say anything more to Ha Joon or anyone, snatching her backpack and leaving in a rush.

Munhee ran behind in a hurry, following her.

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Third period was almost hell on this occasion, and it was worse because Yunho was absent because he’d gotten food poisoning, so now Hyo Sonn had to see Seonghwa without the support of her best friend.

He was actually there before her, which was strange as hell. Nothing is how it was…that’s obvious.

She willed herself to ignore him, sitting at her desk and pretending to write in the class notebook. Yet she could really feel Seonghwa’s eyes like lasers on her back. He needs to stop staring, because it was also getting on her nerves, not like the times she’d wish terribly for him to look at her.

The class hasn’t started yet, even if the teacher and the bell rung. And Seonghwa continued staring.

“You should stop staring, Seonghwa. I’m not your type,” Hyo Sonn says with heavy sarcasm.

She heard him laugh under his breath.

“Neither is that stuck-up rich kid. He seemed your type,” he replied, possibly determined in pissing her off, too.

“Really? Then you honestly don’t know nothing. Leave me alone, just like you’ve asked me. Yet you don’t follow your own requests.” She was feeling a headache about to come on.

“And neither do you.” He was clearly wanting to anger her.

She wouldn’t let him and ignored him the rest of the period.

She breathed with relief when the bell had rung at last to indicate the class was over. Everybody scrambled out in a hurry before the teacher mentions something over homework. Seonghwa also glided casually past Hyo Sonn’s desk.

She scoffs, unable to believe how he can turn her on and make her so mad. When she’s going to pop her workbook and notebook in her backpack, something caught her eye at where he sits.

A black notebook. It must be his, then. Peering to see that everybody had left already, she opens the notebook, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Just his clean and sharp handwriting of the notes taken in class. She didn’t think he would do so much, when he always seems lazier than anything.

But she doesn’t have any more classes with him, since he skips homeroom a lot, and he’d need it because today’s assignment was written in everybody’s notebook. How could she get it back to him?

There was no way she’d catch up to him later today, when he sometimes disappears before spotting the guy.
The only option left is taking it to him wherever he lives…it sounds insane, but the pathetic heart she has, actually cared if he loses points in the class.

She made a mental note of asking at the end of the day in the office to see if they’d give her his address.