My day started fine, with me going through my normal routine. I met Baek outside his house, and we began our walk to school. The trip to school wasn't long, and we managed to get there safely. When we got there, though, everything went completely downhill.
Baek went wherever he decided to go, which was his normal routine. HE usually went up to the roof, before he went and helped in the record room at the office. I was usually left alone, but it never really bugged me. I would only ever go to my favorite spot in the library, and would study whatever I felt like studying.
Yes, I know. Very lame. But when you live the life that I do after school, the "lame" mornings are actually the only chance I can get a breather.
I stopped by my locker, dropping off the stuff I didn't need from my bag and grabbing the stuff I would for the first few periods. After I shut my locker, I slung my bag back over my shoulder, making my way in the direction of the library. Nobody was ever there in the morning, so lets just say I was a little taken aback when one of the infamous school playboys was sitting in my special place.
"Hello there, hyung. Can I call you hyung? I want to call you hyung," he said, placing the book he was holding down. His hair was messy, his top two uniform buttons undone and his tie barely tied right. I could feel the left side of my upper lip starting to twitch, something I had no control over. It happened when my OCD was triggered.
"What are you doing in my spot?" was all I responded, gripping the algebra book in my hand tighter. He just shrugged, and his shirt shifted to show more of his collarbones. My nostrils flared, the urge to rush forward and put everything about him back into place. His personality included.
"A little birdy told me that I would be able to find you here. And you know what?" He stood up. "It turns out they were right."
I couldn't help it. I dropped my book and bag, rushing towards him. I ripped his tie off, throwing in onto the floor. I ran my fingers through his hair, succeeding in putting it into some order. His eyes were wide, probably in shock from what I was doing.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked. "Because your sloppiness is seriously bugging me right now." I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer so I could handle the buttons better. His eyes stayed wide, and I could almost see a hint of red on his cheeks. I just smirked to myself, surprised I could make the biggest playboy blush.
"A-anyway. I came here to find you for a reason," he said. I just bent down, picking up his tie off of the floor. "I was wondering if you would want to go on a date with me after school today, as well as maybe come sit with us at lunch today."
I finished tying his tie, tightening it one last time before I backed away. "While sitting with the popular boys sounds great, I'm good. My friends are transferring to this school today, and if I sit with you guys instead of them and Baekhyun then I guarantee I will never hear the end of it."
"They can join us too if they want!" he almost shouted, and if he would have said it any louder I would have punched him. "Come on, you know you want to. How could you say no to this?" He gestured to himself, smirk tugging at his lips.
I smirked, grabbing his tie tight and pulling him down to my eye level. He fell forward a little, his body bent at the waist and his dark eyes looking directly into mine.
"Hate to break it to you, but me and my friends have no desire to have anything to do with any of you and your little gang. We have our own more important matters to attend to, thank you very much." I let go of his tie, and he snapped straight up. "Now if you don't mind, I need to go meet my friends."
And with that, I left him standing there in the middle of the library.
Just you wait, Kim Jongin, I will get you back for wasting my study time.
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