The Assassian's Son

Chapter 2

"I can't believe you got that just from falling off your bike,"

I sighed heavily as I rolled my pants leg back down and meeting Yeji's eyes. "Yeah well, if that asshole hadn't appeared out of thin air I wouldn't have fallen off."

"I still think it's weird," she added, and I looked at her curiously. "I mean he literally waited until you were about to turn the corner to walk out in front of you. Then, he brings you to the hospital?"

"You're doing it again," I shook my head, reaching into my bag and pulling out my notebook for class. "Thinking way too into everything. It was just an accident. Plus, I haven't seen him since, so it wasn't done on purpose."

She was about to respond when I felt someone tug on my hair. I turned around and pursed my lips when I saw who had done it.

"Heard you got stitches, prep," the asshole behind me stated, an idiotic smirk on his stupid face. "Somebody finally taught the rich girl a lesson."

"I heard you still haven't made it onto the football team," I snapped back, leveling my gaze with his. "Seems like they don't accept brainless idiots onto the team."

Yoongi scoffed in response, setting his jaw on edge as he leaned in close to me. "Watch yourself, prep. You don't wanna mess with me."

A cold chill ran down my spine, but that didn't stop me from opening my mouth again. "I'm not scared of you, Min Yoongi. You'll have to try harder than that."

I turned to face front once again as our teacher finally walked into the room. I could feel Yoongi's stare on the back of my head but I refused to look back. I glanced over at Yeji to see the look on her face. She looked...scared.

"Good morning, class!" Our teacher smiled widely, and some of the other students mumbled a response to her as she cleared her throat. "Well, we're going to have to work on those attitudes, because we have a new student joining our class."

I sighed heavily as I flipped open my notebook to the last page I had taken notes on. As I was about to start doodling, I took note of the whispers and giggles coming from the other students and looked up.

No way.

My pencil slipped from my fingertips as I met the eyes of the person I hoped I would never see again. That man from that day. However, as our eyes locked this time I could feel dangerous vibes rolling off of him like waves. I nudged Yeji under the desk and felt her eyes on my face. "Isn't he cute, Chae?"

"That's him," I barely whispered, and she furrowed her eyebrows and leaned in closer. I realized she hadn't heard me and said it again. "Yeji, that's him."

Her eyes went wide as she looked back to the front of the classroom at the man that was still staring into my soul. I felt small under his powerful gaze, wanting to shrink into the desk I was sitting in.

"Please introduce yourself to the class," our teacher smiled kindly at him, and his eyes still never left mine. A small smirk appeared on his lips, before he finally looked away from me. I leaned back in my chair, feeling drained of energy for some reason.

"My name is Park Jimin," he finally spoke, and another wave of giggles rippled through the classroom. "Please treat me kindly."

He finished with a bow and I rolled my eyes as the girls giggled once again. As he stood upright, we made eye contact once again. I forced myself to smile tightly at him. He smiled widely in return, but it didn't make me feel at ease.

"Please take a seat at the back next to Yoongi," our teacher said, gesturing to the empty seat behind Yeji. Yoongi waved his hand to let Jimin know who he was. "Make yourself comfortable."