Chapter 1: Assigned

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I could already hear frustrated groans or "oooo~"s coming from every corner of the class. And then I realized-

She.

Said.

WHAT.

+×+

The bell rang and I rushed out of the class before that Daegu Showoff could even glance at me.

I was taking my supplies for the next class from my locker.

"Hey. You're Kang Taehyun, right?"

I recognized the voice. I slammed the door of my locker which revealed the boy standing in front of me.

"What do you want?" I said coldly, annoyance seen in my eyes since my mouth is covered with a mask.

"Look, I know you're the 'ice prince' and all. And you clearly don't like me-"

"Clearly." I rolled my eyes.

He sighed.

"Well, too bad. We have to work together for this project, so get your shit together and don't avoid me," he stated firmly.

Well, he clearly noticed my intention to avoid him. I scoffed. Is he trying to boss me around?

"Not everyone is willing to follow whatever you say just because you're the handsome face of the school." I spat at him. "I'll be late." I shortly said, leaving.

+×+

Soobin's POV:

I was out of my class, on my way to the cafeteria for lunch when I saw a small boy, girls fangirling over him, as he passed by.

"Taehyun-ah!" I called out.

"Soobin-hyung!" he saw me and I could see his eyes lit up with some hope to finally find some peace from the constant sound of girls' yelling and squealing.

We were sitting in the cafeteria, eating our lunch.

"You won't believe me what happened." I heard Taehyun say. Based on his voice tone, I could tell, it was something he was not happy about.

"What happened?" I asked.

"We have to work in pairs for this one project in class, AND GUESS WHAT!" his voice started to get more annoyed. "On THIS SPECIFIC day, my partner just HAS to be absent and guess who I have to work with now instead?" he said with such sarcasm in his voice.

"Who?" I asked as I took another bite of my bread bun with cream inside.

Taehyun groaned at the thought, throwing his head back as he leaned on the back of his chair.

"Choi Beomgyu."

My eyes widened. I even put my bun back on the plate.

"The Choi Beomgyu I think of right now?"

"Exactly him." he slammed the table. "Dammit! Why him?! Of all people, him?!!!"

"I'm sorry, Taehyun... I know how you feel about him..."

"I hate him! I hate all those fake-ass popular assholes! And especially him!"

I couldn't help but feel empathetic.

"Have you tried talking to the teacher?"

"You bet I will. I had to escape the class earlier before he was able to approach me," he said as he continued eating his lunch, and I took another final bite on my bread bun.

+×+

The bell rang and we headed to our next class which we had together.

"I need to take the textbook from my locker," Taehyun said. He headed to his locker and I went along with him. When he opened it, a note fell out.

"Again?" he silently groaned to himself.

"Another note?"

"God, I'm sick of those. They don't even know me, why are they confessing to me??" he threw the note back in the locker in anger, slamming the door of it.

"Why am I popular in the first place? I never wanted this. It's only my first year here, why can't it be normal?!" he continued.

"Taehyun, I know you don't like all about popularity in school and all... but try reacting a bit differently.."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Come on, let's get to class," I said as I patted him on his back.

I let Taehyun go forward as I noticed that his locker was not closed fully from the hit when he smashed the locker door. I came to close it but saw the note that Taehyun threw back in. What if it's his own note and he misunderstood it for the fan's? He didn't even bother reading it.

I took the note and opened it. Looks like neither of us was right. It was neither a fan confession, nor his own note.

It had a phone number written on it and a name under it.

Choi Beomgyu.

"Hyung!" Taehyun called out and I quickly put the note in my pocket and closed the locker properly.

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