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Boys Over Flowers?

WTF IS THAT?!	19.3%	[ 16 ]
'Bout Time Someone Made A BOF RP >:0 >:0	31.3%	[ 26 ]
DON'T GO NEAR THE SEWERS. THERE'S ALIGATORS IN THEM.	25.3%	[ 21 ]
Bill Cosby o;	9.6%	[ 8 ]
...STFU...[/flails]	14.5%	[ 12 ]
Total Votes:			[ 83 ]

[shandella]

✿❚PLAYINGTHEFIELD!!

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Mira was surprised that Ciel hadn’t just walked out on her. She was being quite pushy today, and there were definitely going to be rumours around the school. In a way it made her a bit excited, but at the same time, she didn’t really wish the whole school to know she was gunning for Ciel. There were tons of people who would make her life hard, simply because they knew she wasn’t all sweet and innocent. Mi Ra didn’t know for a fact if Ciel knew this about her, but in order for her to show him she wasn’t like that, even though she was, she had to keep on the angelic act.

Mi Ra had begun to feel annoyed at the gazes all the fan girls gave through the windows of the restaurant. When Ciel’s eyes were not fixed on her, she shot a death glare to all the girls, simply to ward them off. Not only was it uncomfortable for her, she figured it was for Ciel as well. The girls huffed and walked away, whispering among themselves. Surely, there would be more then a few rumours stating that the two were a couple, but she could imagine that there would be some more focused around her and the fact she came from France and is a model. She could totally sense they would make her out to be a total whore.

Mi Ra just sighed and looked over at Ciel, noticing he just closed the menu and slid it to the side of the table. She listened to his words and smiled sweetly; she nodded and waved over the waitress. “Can I get two of the chef’s specials?” She asked. The waitress nodded, but couldn’t help but glance at Ciel, giving him a bit more attention, and even asking if he wanted something else to drink! Mi Ra’s eyes narrowed a bit and she let out a somewhat annoyed huff, as if to say she’d like to eat sooner then later. The waitress caught the princess’s meaning and left to place the order. She gazed down at the table biting onto her lip a bit. Even if she were to suddenly date one of the F5 members... Would it always be like this?

Mi Ra’s thoughts turned towards her father. When she was little her father had used to give her all the attention she required. However, when she stated she wished to go to Paris for schooling, her mother immediately agreed, and had even called her agent over there in a heart beat. Her father was a bit less willing to send his only daughter abroad, and at such a young age. He allowed her to go, however, it seemed that upon her return from Paris after her middle school years, her father had become less heart warming. Sure she had come back each summer to visit her family and she noticed a change in him. But she hadn’t expected it become simply, ‘I want this’ and she was given it. That seemed to be the extent of the love her father had for her now.

Whereas her mother, she simply expected the daughter to become a famous model, and nothing more. Towards all of society, Mi Ra and her family were the ‘perfect’ family. But the one thing they all lacked was communication and love. She heard Ciel’s question and nodded a bit, her expression slightly different this time. “Yeah, it is...” She admitted, almost a bit too quietly. She looked down for a moment, wondering if she could tell him this, but she knew that he’d keep secrets. She gazed into his eyes, licking her dry lips a bit. “My father used to bring me here all the time, especially when my mother had overworked me. But recently...” She paused and looked away, chuckling to herself a bit. She figured if she didn’t laugh, she may have actually she’d a tear. “...Let’s just say I haven’t come here in a long time...” She told him, smiling weakly.

Finally their food came and she looked at Ciel. “This is one of my favourites... I hope you enjoy it!” She told him, trying to maintain an upbeat manner. Her eyes shifted a few times before she picked up her fork and knife, beginning to eat quietly. The thoughts of how her family had changed over the years made her upset, and she had avoided the restaurant so she wouldn’t think of these things. Determined to make through the meal, she forced herself to smile but in reality, she just wanted to sort of cry. Her hands shook a little bit, but Mi Ra did her best to hide this fact.

Mi Ra heard Ciel’s phone ringing, and gazed up at him as he answered. “...Who is it...? Jung Jae Sunbae?” She asked, in a whisper, she held eye contact for only a split moment, before she had to force herself to smile and look away, the tears didn’t seem to want to go away. She blinked a few times, looking upwards, but one tiny one, didn’t want to listen. She wiped her face a bit and hoped that he didn’t see it. She didn’t enjoy when other’s saw her truly sensitive side.

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[iMimosa]

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I.CAN'T.TURN.BACK.AROUND__________________________________________
난 당신을 잊을 수 없어경우 에도 이미 다른 사랑도 다른 사람__________________________________________
내 입술, 감기로 수, 더욱 파란색입니다 내가 외치다 귀하의 온기를 찾아__________________________________________
i don't need anyone else__________________________________________

Hearing her talk about how her relations with her father have become vague automatically made him feel bad for her. And himself. At least she'll have a chance to reconnect with her father. They can still mend the relationship that had once existed. For Ciel? The option was nonexistent. Unless it's possibly to reconnect with a dead body buried six feet under. However, he could tell the air around them changed. Touchy subject is it not? But he had to admit, he understood her here.

Fathers are a daughter's image of a hero and a son's image of a model. They are an important part of your life. After all, they did give you a part of their DNA. They also decided what gender you would grow to be. Even dad's have hormone changes that prepare them to be a father when their wife becomes pregnant. Not many realize that but it's true. As the wife goes through hormone changes, so does the husband. " Fathering a child " means impregnating while " mothering " has meant nurturing. But lately, modern research has begun to increasingly indicate that fathers are more than just mobile sperm banks. It's strange how their is absolutely zero hesitation when contemplating whether to return a child to his mother or not yet people mull over this for months when it's the father that the child goes to. Mother or father, both remain a part of the child.

Their food arrived as Mi Ra's meek smile morphed into what seemed to be an attempt at maintaining the good mood. He smiled at her before turning his attention to the dish. Grasping his eating utensils with the mannerism of a prince, he began to devour his meal. Well, ok, so not like devour like vultures wolfing down a dead carcass. He took reasonable bites and chewed then swallowed. But somehow, he's made it through a little less than half the dish already. He really couldn't help how he keep glancing up at Mi Ra. Just fast glimpses. He was pretty sure he caught her hand shake a bit every now and then. But who knows. Glimpses may only reveal much if you can catch them fast enough. But he continued to try to look some more. He just felt like something was different with her. Ciel was always good at picking up the little details. People probably think he was gay or something because of it. Testosterone were usually blind to subtle hints and whatnot.

Just as his eyes flashed back to his plate, his phone came to life. Putting down his utensils quietly, he pulled his phone out and answered it. Knowing it could only be Jung Jae on the other end, he nodded to answer Mi Ra's question. His eyes remained on her even as she looked away and smiled. Was he staring yet? " I'm still in the mall. " Nearly done with his food, he was about to say he'll go to them but something changed his mind very abruptly. Though she had looked away, he had continued to look right at her. And what he had caught a glimpse of automatically made him want to stay. Never leave a girl alone when she's crying. It's just not right. Like leaving a girl in the middle of the street, in the middle of no where, in the middle of the night. Just not right.

" You guys go on ahead. " His resolve became firm after the words passed his lips. Knowing a bit of the pain Mi Ra was probably feeling, Ciel was pretty dead set on making her feel better. Heaven knows he wanted someone to help him feel better when the accident happened. Hell, he still has a family photo tucked neatly away into his wallet. It was in the small, tight slot where you usually don't put anything because you can never seem to get it out once it's in there. Yes, yes, Ciel is a sappy, cheesy man. You should have known that by now. " I'll see you guys tonight. " Hanging up the phone, he adjusted his settings to 'silent' so that if Jung Jae called, Ciel wouldn't know. Though he knew Mi Ra often faked an innocent face around them, the atmosphere had changed too drastically for this to be fake. So he thought, why not make her feel a little better? After all, it's only a small date. No harm, no foul.

Ciel wasn't going to lead on that he knew she was a bit shaken up but he's going to do something he's never done before. " How would you like to hang out with me today? " A smile dawned upon his lips in a way that would make you swear you had just died and gone to heaven. And yes, he was asking her out on a date. First time ever too. And no, it's not a pity date. He just wants to make her feel better. So he'll find a way to do that if they hang out.

Picking up his fork and knife, he resumed eating only to finish shortly after.

[Stiffer Than A Zombie]

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INDENTEver been to a dance recital, or even watched one on T.V.? There was always that one person whom you had your eyes on the entire time. Mainly the one who captured the audience the best. No matter where they were spotted, back, front, or middle, you could always spot the "Best" dancer. That was almost everyone's goal, to become the dancer that captured the audience's attention throughout the whole preformance. To become the person who made everyone else just seem like blurs, nonexisitant. To be able to move someone so much that they could think to themselves "I want to dance like that". Well-- at least, that's what Rainie aimed to be. Not only did she want to dance for the sake of dancing, but she wanted to inspire, influence, she wanted to make those close to her proud. It was funny, when Rainie was dancing, everyone else became blurs, she hardly even payed any attention to those around her. But when she was the one watching, she watched attentively, closely. She took notice of even the smallest of mistakes, such as not pointing your toes at one point, or even big mistakes like missing a turn or two. She watched the person's every move, like a lion waiting to pounce on their prey. Foot movements, to facial expressions. She could easily analyze just what that person was thinking at that moment.. it really wasn't that hard. Even if they had the biggest smile in the world on their face. Sometimes she could read people like an open book, other times, she just had to rely on her instincts--which had a tendency to be wrong. She couldn't tell what everyone was thinking, She wasn't a magician. Or a wizard. If she was a wizard she would've gotten her letter to Hogwartz a looong time ago. Unless.. it got delayed in the mail!

INDENTAfter about an hour and a half or so, practice was coming to an end. The whole time was spent teaching new routines, and practicing old ones. Whoever said dancing was easy should try to completely improvise, freestyle on stage without even knowing what the hell to do beforehand. Or even try to go through a whole ballet class without the proper shoes, having to stand on your very tip toes doing pirouettes in tennis shoes. Really, It hurt like a b***h. Or even try throwing all your strength into one leap and still try to make it look graceful. After all, who wanted to see a dancer with a painful puckered up lemon face? They wanted fierce, but graceful at the same time. Quite often, Rainie would come home with bloody feet. At the begining she'd even have tons of blisters all over her feet too. Those shoes really did scrunch up your toes.. and boy, did they ******** up your feet. And yet, your goal was to make it look easy. Oh and no no no, you had to watch your weight too. You of course have to be light on your feet. And damn did they push hard, you couldn't even be a pound over the weight limit. Oh! And lets not forget the special training. Seven sets of fifty sit-ups, if you were lucky. No, luckily the studio here wasn't so hard on the students. Rainie wasn't a student here though, she was a teacher. The actual studio she belonged to, as a student, pushed everyone way too hard. She was surprised the teachers there didn't walk around with rulers, or make the students practice with bear traps, leaving every wrong move made to snap your leg. Although the training was hard, it boosted up your stamina a ton. No pain no gain, right? Things had to get worse before they get better, right? Luckily that little body of her's was durable. She could be thrown around like a little rag-doll. All the while, she refused to show weakness. She refused to rely on someone else for help. It didn't help much that she was far too stubborn for her own good.

INDENTIt was like a routine to cut class at the end of the day by fifteen minutes, for a break. Most of the time everyone just sat around chatting. But today, Rainie thought everyone had done a good job. They were doing what they were supposed to, and there weren't any complaints from anyone. She figured it be right in rewarding them for a job well done. "Everyone~ How about we go and get some Ice Cream? It's on me!" Judging by the fact that they all starting cheering, it was apparent that they wanted Ice Cream. Hell who wouldn't? Ice Cream was one of the happiest things a person could eat. How could anyone be sad eating Ice Cream? Sure, people ate it when they were sad.. but usually that was only to have the Ice Cream cheer them up. It was hard not to be happy with that in your hand. That always seemed to cheer Rainie up. It was too easy to cheer her up anyway. She found entertainment in everything, beauty in everything. Even the most morbid of things. Life was just a "bowl of cherries" for her. Ha! Well, even with the most optimistic view a person could have, Rainie could be a pessimist at some points. Sometimes she was so blinded by optimism that she couldn't even tell how bad a situation really was. It was as if her mind wouldn't allow her to realize it. Who wanted to hang out with a total pessimist anyway? It felt like every time you were near that person, your mood would just go down a ton. Sure, Maybe Rainie's optimism was too extreme, but it was better than someone who sat around and complained about everything and was completely bitter. But then again, over optimism was even extremely annoying too. Ever been around a creepily overly happy person? Sometimes they just got on your nerves. Either way, you'd find something annoying. That wasn't a winner. Complaining got a person nowhere. In Rainie's eyes, if something bothered her, she wouldn't just sit around, moan b***h and whine, she'd get the hell up and do something about it. A person hardly ever saw her sad, if someone did then that must've meant they were special. Knowing Rainie, she hardly ever opened up her true feelings to someone. If someone wanted to know what she was thinking they'd better be either a mind reader or someone who could read her like an open book because she sure as hell wasn't going to say them out loud.

INDENTStanding in the Ice Cream Parlor Rainie's gaze was somewhat dazed out. All the students were gathered around, pushing and shoving to get their orders in. God if her Dad knew this was all on her, he'd flip a s**t. Her Dad had always been a penny pusher, obsessed with money. But, he always believed in gaining money with hard work. He would never take a persons money without earning it. He had actually taught Rainie to be like that. She had developed a few unfortunate habits from him too. Whenever she'd go in public, and a person would pay for her she'd seriously fight the person over who got to pay. She. Would. NOT. Allow. Them. To. Pay. Even if it meant holding that person down to do so. She was just that crazy. Even if it was two dollars. And if there was nothing she could do about it? She'd take money out of her own pocket, and force that unlucky person to take her "repayment". Soon enough, Rainie found herself standing right in front of the cashier. "Miss? Miss? MISS?" Rainie snapped up and looked at the woman, was she really that dazed out? Wow! Selective hearing worked wonders. A person could probably tune out the sound of a bomb going off with it. "Huh? Oh! Er.. I'll have a medium chocolate ice cream in a cone.. Oh! With sprinkles too!" Yes. She got sprinkles. Sometimes even a pathetic little happy face too. By now, the cashier was giving her strange looks, feh. She probably though Rainie was deaf. By the looks of it, the way her students were laughing at her the lady must've been talking pretty loud. Once the cold, piece of heaven in a cone was handed to her, Rainie took hold of a couple ton of napkins. Where there were kids there would always be the one who ended up with Ice Cream all over their face. Luckily the group mainly consisted of teens. Wouldn't that be awkward if someone thought those were her kids? The way she was looking after them motheringly would probably make a person assume she was, if that person was an idiot. She certainly didn't look old enough to be a Mom. And hell, the kids didn't even look like her either.

INDENTDazing out again, Rainie continued to walk along not exactly knowing where she was going. Luckily she was in the back, with the rest of the group leading her. Feeling a slight tug on her sleeve, she looked down to see Sun Mi, one of the younger students, with vanilla Ice Cream all over her mouth, extending down to her chin.. and even on her cheeks too. She was laughing like she found it hilarious. "Look at me! I'm Santa Clause!" Boy. Wasn't that child creative. Rainie let out a laugh and kneeled down, gently taking hold of the small girl's chin. She came prepared for this. Bringing the handful of napkins forward, Rai began to wipe the ice cream off her face. At that very moment, something else caught her attention, this time it was one of her students, bumping into none other than Kim Jung Jae. And unfortunately the student had dropped Ice Cream. On Jung Jae's shoes. No, Rainie still hadn't seen the F5 yet, but judging by the way Jung Jae's face looked, she assumed that this was the F5.. But wait? Currently there were only four, where was the other one? That didn't matter. All that mattered now was the fact that one, this was her chance to stand up and put Jung Jae in his place. Two, the poor kid would probably end up getting yelled at. And three, she'd probably have to stand up for the kid. As she got closer, she could hear the boy's multiple apologies. "I-I'm Sorry... Sir.. I'm really really sorry.." The poor thing was all shooken up, and his eyes were to the ground. Would Jung Jae really yell at a little fifteen year old boy? The poor kid was acting as if he were about to be hung. Rainie took a step in front of the boy, a seemingly polite smile on her face. "Is there a problem here?" Although there was a polite smile on her face, the only thing she could find in herself was disgust. No, she wasn't afraid to stand up to Jung Jae. What was he going to do? Give her a scary card that was red! Oh no! She wouldn't back down so easily. A little yelling wasn't going to scare her off, and a little name calling wouldn't either. Rainie held her head up high--literally. The guy towered over her. Everyone did. Hah. He must've found it impossibly hard to stay serious when he has a little four foot nine girl standing in front of him standing up for someone behind her, who was even taller than her. The whole, Pick on someone your own size thing wouldn't work here.

INDENTSurely enough, Rainie had been correct. Almost. He almost yelled at the kid. Instead, He yelled at Rainie instead. Now that was a surprise. She had almost expected him to yell at the poor kid. Still, it was partly her fault for not paying attention, but a little Ice Cream on a person's shoe was no reason to start yelling. Rainie let out a frustrated sigh, clenching her fists a bit. She slightly turned her head to the students behind her, they didn't need to see this. She didn't want them to see her start screaming back at him. "Go back to the studio and get changed. You don't want to make your parents wait." They hesitated a bit, but eventually got the message. Out of the corner of her eye she could see little Ji Joong pointing and sticking out his tongue at Jung Jae, mouthing the words "Bad Guy". Oh children. They were just so adorably blunt. Once they were out of sight Rainie still kept her stance firm and unafraid. That "polite" smile never left her face. "It's just a little Ice Cream on your shoe, it's not worth all the fuss. I'm sure it'll come off just fine if you dab it with a napkin. And if that's not good enough for you, I'm sure you can just buy a new pair." She stated calmly. They say those who can compose themselves are wiser then those who can compose books~ Surely enough, her comment only lead to more yelling. Rainie just sort of blocked it out. Selective hearing really was a gift from the Gods. "Are you trying to find an excuse to be angry? Or do you just like to hear yourself talk?" Jesus! This was almost as bad as her Father's constant nagging. Her polite smile almost turned into a mocking one, yet her voice still remained calm. Although inside, she wanted to rip his head off. "Just because you have money, and a "pretty" face doesn't mean you should walk around constantly yelling at people, not considering their feelings. Why should I respect a person who can hardly respect others around him? I should respect you because you have money? Hmph. I bet you haven't even worked hard in your entire life. I bet you're the type who leeches off his parents success. Pathetic. Why should I respect someone like that?" Rainie paused for a moment, Looking down at her sprinkled filled Ice Cream, she smirked, mischeviously. "If you can't be considerate of other people's feelings then we sure as hell shouldn't be considerate of yours.. Remember that poor girl who actually wasted her time on you? Thoughtfully baking a cake, only to have it end up smashed on her face? You could've accepted it, then secretly discard it later. Or even politely reject the offer." Leaning forward a bit, Rainie stood up on her very tippy toes, with that she smashed the Chocolate Ice Cream with sprinkles all over his face, her other free hand was on the back of his head, pushing his head towards the ice cream. She was surprised he didn't push her away. Probably stiff in shock. After all, Who would defy the one and only Jung Jae! Hah! "Familar isn't it? Karma isn't so nice is she?" Rainie quickly shifted back down, looking at his sprinkle filled face she couldn't help but let out a laugh, clapping at her masterpiece. "Oh my! Perfect! It covers up that pissed off, puckered up lemon face of yours perfectly! I say this look suits you much better! Oh! And here's a word of advice. If a person is angry all the time they tend to loose the ability to intimidate others. Really, you think someone's going to be scared of a little yelling? You think someone's going to be scared because you have other people do your dirty work for you? You think someone's going to be scared of a little red piece of paper? Feh. You're not intimidating at all. If you yell all the time, it just falls into a routine. It's to be expected, and people can just easily tune you out. You just become dull and unintimidating." She rolled her eyes and smlied, "Oh~ and you might need these later." She stated, crumpling the leftover napkins in her hands up, throwing them towards him. With that, she brushed past him, walking off. She wasn't going to be the one left behind. Hell no. She left first. She couldn't keep herself from laughing. She knew that by tommorrow there would be a "nice" little surprise for her in her locker, and boy would she be ready for it.


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[shandella]

➡❚GOINGMYWAY!!

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Jung Jae was still as pissed as he was when the girl had left him in the mall, at least a few hours previously. He was so shocked that she had even dared to do such a thing? Did she realize who she was messing with? Of course, after the ice cream incident, he had taken the napkins, wiping his face off. He had been so angry earlier, that he had just walked off. Not even bothering to say a word to the other three friends. He was curious before as to what Ciel had been doing, but after the commoner had decided to ruin his day completely, he had no cares at all. After speeding off from the mall and heading right home, he had plopped into a chair in his room, eyes clearly full of rage.

Jung Jae hadn’t moved from that spot for a couple of hours now, and the maids were way too frightened to approach him. It wasn’t until the old hags right hand man came to pester him, did Jung Jae actually move from his seat. “Ju in nim, the preparations for tonight are almost complete, did you wish to check it over just assure that everything is to your liking?” Jung Jae shook his head, and walked over to the door that led to his own little porch area. “Send one of the maids to my car to bring in my new suit.” He said, surprisingly keeping a calm tone in his voice. He glanced over at his shoulder, noticing that the man hadn’t left yet. “What is it?” He had asked, the right hand man of his mother hesitated for a moment, causing Jung Jae to turn around, his hands in his pockets and expression slightly cold.

“I asked a question, am I going to get an answer?” Jung Jae had asked. Clearly he was still agitated, and was having a hard time keeping his cool. “Ah, it’s nothing Ju in nim. I’ll send a maid immediately and get back to the preparations.” He bowed and left the room, leaving an annoyed Jung Jae to pace around while he waited. Waiting was not something he handled lightly. He turned his back to the door and pulled out his cell phone, dialling a familiar number once again. “It’s me. There’s another one; the commoner, Myung.” Jung Jae stood silent for a moment. “That’s all.” And with that said, he closed the phone.

Finally the maid came to his room with his purchases and took them from her, going into another part of his room to change. Once he finished, he put on his tie, managing to fold it in ten seconds. He sat down on a chair and he looked up at the maid. Thankfully this one wasn’t has star struck as most of the other females in the world. She knew what he wanted, how he liked things done, and never made a peep. She moved to his closet and pulled out his best shoes, bringing them back as quickly and carefully as possible. She knelt down and put on his shoes, tying them and even shining them after wards. Jung Jae stood up and was about to ask the maid to bring his jacket, when she had gone to do it on her own.

Jung Jae was thankful for having a maid like her, and it made his life easier. She helped him put on his suit jacket and he adjusted it on his own. “You’re free to go.” He told her. She bowed and exited the room. Now was to waste time before the party began. He sat back down into his chair and waited quietly. He had to come up with something to make both red card victims suffer. If Rui Xi hadn’t returned on such a day, today may have been the worst day since his father had passed away. He placed his elbows on his knees, and face into his heads. His hands covered his face, his eyes closing inside of them. A big exhale was heard and then silence.

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❝ Only he could say, anything he wanted to take my breath away, and leaving me so breathless.
Every time he's close this burning feeling rise up my cheeks. Never knew that it would come to this so caught up in this eternal bliss. 바보, so I'm a fool for falling hard. ❞

B-O-R-I-N-G. That was how Hyun Jae described her class. She didn't hate school completely, but when thinking was involved, well let's just say it wasn't her favorite. She was a straight A student, and she hated thinking. She wanted to just shoot herself. But she dealt with it like the girl was trained herself to be. Tough as nails, yet girly as a doll. Doodling on her notes, Jae spaced out. She started daydreaming about different stuff. First was about her and her family on the beach, having as much fun as they used to have before everyone got busy. Second was about how she was gonna get Rui Xi to recognize her. Maybe she should wear more mascara. No, her brother would just make fun of her. She had to figure out another way. Maybe trick a boy into finding out if he liked anyone. No that was more the leader's idea. She was having a brain lock, and she really didn't need this. "Miss Chae...Miss Chae!" Jae's head shot up from her doodling to make eye contact with her teacher. "Y-yes sir?" she asked, hoping she wouldn't get in trouble. "This is class, no sleeping unless you want to stay after, understand?" She just nodded her head meekly and sat back down, her face turning red.

Finally! Class was over and so was school. Hyun Jae couldn't wait to hear that bell ring. It was music to her ears. She stuffed her papers into her binder then stuffed her binder into her bag. She skipped over to Hyun Sung and was about to say hi until her phone vibrated. Pouting, she pulled it out of the front pocket of her bag and flipped it open. It was her brother texting her to tell her that she had to come home asap. Sighing, she flipped it closed and stuffed it back in. She tapped Hyun Sung's shoulder and bite her finger nail. "Um, bad news," she said. "I gotta go home right away so we can't eat out today. But maybe some other time. Oh wait, you don't know my number...". She blew up her cheeks, trying to think. She was gonna push the limits but no use in not trying. "Unless you want it. But since I'm SOOOO annoying, I'll just go. Sorry for wasting your time." She bowed and walked out of the classroom. Her curls bounced happily on her back, but her face showed otherwise. She wasn't too happy about going home. Especially when it was the same day she was going to eat with a boy. Grr, she could just beat up her brother. But she would lose.

She ran out of the school and down the sidewalk. Soon Jae reached her house, slamming the front door behind her in a huff. "OPPA!!" she screamed. Haru's head appeared over the staircase and smiled at his sister. "What was so important that I had to skip a date at the mall after school?!" He just shrugged. "Well, you gotta help with dinner," he said bluntly. Her eyes grew wide and threw her shoe as hard as she could at his head, knocking him backwards. "That'll teach you," she muttered as she grabbed her shoe. She threw her bag onto her desk and turned on the t.v. Jae grabbed a bottle of water and took a small sip. What to do? There was nothing going on. Hyun Jae didn't like to be bored. She really hoped something interesting would happen. Jae flopped onto her bed and closed her eyes.

❝ I may be a follower, but I still have my soul. Right? ❞