Sung Choon-Hee's POV:
Min Seo-Hyun's Welcome Home party was full of a series of unfortunate events. I can't even explain what I'm feeling right now... Which kind of makes me fear for Min Seo-Hyun's Birthday Party tomorrow. I just have a really bad feeling about this party too. Ahh! No, I mustn't think like this. I shook these thoughts out of my mind as I trotted across Shinwa High School's field, in my remodeled school uniform (my more fitted dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up just below my elbows, and school skirt). I shivered intensely as I entered the school. Ughh! Why is it so cold today?
School was like a typical school day cramped, except I was surrounded by rotten, spoiled brats. I amazingly managed to get through school without snapping at one of the students. I called for a personal car as I stepped down the stairs leading to the front doors of the school. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the weather outside. It's snowing?! Great. And I just had to wear a skirt.
It's Korea. Get used to it, you baby.
It's not my fault... I'm not used to Korean weather yet.
Some time had passed and I decided to wait outside for my car. Woooo! It is COLD! I, for some apparent reason, took off my backpack and held it in my hands. I constantly shivered, and decided to put my backpack back on (to at least get some warmth back in my body). Before I could move, I felt some thing cover my back and shoulders, causing me to slightly jump. Huh? I turned my head to the left, and looked on my shoulder. I heard shoes shuffling on my right, and slowly turned my attention towards the shuffling sound. To my surprise it was Woo-Bin. I looked at both of my shoulders, and smiled. I looked back at Woo-Bin elegantly walking towards his car, get in and drive off. I could of sworn he winked at me. After Woo-Bin exited out of the school premises, my car showed up. I opened the door, tossed my bag inside got in. I arrived at home, and was originally welcomed by the maids and Mr. Butler, but this time they stayed inside. Smart choice. I asked for a Cappuccino be sent to my room, as I headed up stairs to my room to immediately change into a warmer outfit.
Song Woo-Bin's POV:
I turned the corner, leading into the school, and slowed down. I pulled into the front of the school and sighed. Another day of school... Before I cut off my engine, I noticed someone walking across the field. I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out who it was. It was clearly a girl, but who was she? As she came closer to the school, I noticed she wasn't wearing a school uniform. Could that be Choon-Hee? I finally cut off my car engine and got out of my car. I was about to call Choon-Hee's name, but held my tongue. I had nothing to tell her, so why would I call her name?
Because you like her, don't you? Just call her name. I mean, she is your girlfriend.
Shut up! No I don't! I don't like Choon-Hee! Jun-Pyo put a title on us to get closer to that Jan-Di girl.
Sure. Just keep on telling yourself that. Song Woo-Bin.
I clarified, to myself, that the girl was Choon-Hee, and walked towards the school. Choon-Hee had already entered the school, and was probably already long gone. I entered the school, and walked towards F4's little hangout.
When I entered, Jun-Pyo was concentrating on the tv. As if something exciting was suppose to happen. The chef made me a cup of coffee and handed it to me as I stood by Yi-Jung. I watched the tv and saw Jan-Di on it shouting, stomping and pacing. I figured out that it was a live recording being connect to the tv. The person recording zoomed out and I saw that there were ducks(?!) in the pool. How the hell did Jun-Pyo manage to do that? Jun-Pyo exploded out of laughter every time Jan-Di yelled, stomped her feet and angrily paced back and forth.
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