7
note:
hyojung is someone who thinks a lot. she overthinks about stuff she doesn't even have to and sometimes she does not even realise what she's doing in the present because her mind is constantly occupied. it will be portrayed a lot throughout this book – but mostly in this chapter.
p/s fav song in the media section :)
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Hyojung's plans of studying and getting to know her new friends for that day was ascertained from slim to none, and she regretted the choice to follow him out of the public eyes when he called her out in the hallway. He probably wouldn't dare to force me if we are in front of the other students, she pondered but later quickly crossed out the plan from future use.
She still remembers freshly how he acted in front of his council members, and how can she be certain that he would not squash her like a small insect – even in public.
Joke's on her for being a coward.
She cussed him internally as she followed him, her steps felt heavier and her eyes were staring daggers at his broad back. Oh, if only he wasn't so tall and intimidating –
"Are you done glaring at me?" His deep voice interrupted her, and her heart skipped a beat. She then cursed herself for being so surprised and shaken at the word. He knows, of course, he does, what else would a person like me do except for hating him silently?
They were once again in the hallway that she remembered would lead to his office, and she bit her lips. This time, she would not step in that room with him.
He chuckled, looking over his shoulder. "For someone so small, you're brave. To blatantly cursing me out like that. Do you even understand half the words you said?"
Hyojung's eyebrows met. What did he mean by that? Half of the words that I said?
He stopped on his track and turned on his heels. Once again her brain was too slow to comprehend and she ran onto him, her hands automatically flew up to avoid their chests to collide. That'll be embarrassing. She rested her palms on his chest, feeling the warmth seeping from under his shirt.
Oh...
Her cheeks burned and she stopped breathing for a while. Too close for her own comfort. The hint of a smirk adorned his face making his eyes crinkled at the corner adorably.
She mentally face-palmed herself for having such thoughts. This devil is far from cute.
In the midst of the awkward situation, she felt her foot landed on high ground and she looked down to inspect the situation just to see one of her bright yellow pump on top of his black expensive looking shoe.
She instantly jumped a step away, a squeak escaped her throat and she covered her mouth with her hands. Hyojung you idiot, haven't you learn from past mistakes not to think while you're walking?!
Hyojung felt her soul left her body as the devil looked down to his feet – specifically at the shoe she had just stepped on. A surge of panic came upon her. Yesterday he went ballistic because I ruined his coat and today I stepped on his shoes.
Forget trying to come up with excuses, Hyojung, you should just disappear.
He chuckled and the sound pulled her back from her chaotic thoughts. Her wide eyes landed on his face and she was stunned seeing the mischievous smirk growing on his face. His eyes held a wicked glint as he cast his gaze upon her. His long legs closed the small distance between them as Hyojung's fear grounded her on her place. He dropped his head lower so that he was levelled with her face, and he spoke in such low gravely voice that shook her entire existence.
"Aw, is little Mally afraid?" He said, his grin widened at the sight of her shaken state. "Good, and I suggest you keep the cussing into a minimum or keep it to yourself. Because I wouldn't hesitate to show you what a fucker, bastard, and ass will be in my dictionary."
Hyojung let a heavy breath as he walked away into the room. She was too absorbed in her thoughts and what happened that she did not even realise that they have reached the door to his office. She held her shaking arms together as her mind quickly processed what had just happened. She was not certain if she was seeing the wink at the end of his word right, but what did he mean about the words he said –
Hyojung closed her eyes and bit the inside of her mouth upon the realisation.
Mama was right, my thoughts are going to kill me one day. Not only have I ruined my life with my clumsiness, but also – I cursed the devil out loud and the worse thing is, he heard it.
***
It had been a few hours since they left the Student Council president's office and she had been everywhere accompanying the man on his schedule. They had been in a few meetups with people from other clubs and the projects that – apparently, the Student Council was a part of.
Hyojung did not know nor do anything at the meetups. Although Namjoon had introduced her as the newest addition to the Council, she has not done anything specifically interesting at all, except gluing a smile on her face and trying to stay as far from the president as possible.
Now she was currently sitting in a lounging room that looked empty even though it was lunchtime for most departments. Namjoon was having a serious talk with the girl who was sitting next to her, Kim Miyu, and once again Hyojung did not do anything but listen to them talk. She was pretty pissed at that rate, she could be spending the time bonding with her friends and actually getting the knowledge that her parents worked very hard to support her for instead of escorting a grown man to his schedules.
Did Kwon Mina do this every day since her appointment?
"A penny for your thought?" His deep voice shook her from her reverie and she looked at him just to see that there was only them in the huge space.
Her eyebrows met and he chuckled, "Miyu went to her class. You were lost in your thoughts so-"
"So are we done here?" She cut his words, feeling the annoyance peaking up since she bottled it in while following him around like a lost puppy.
"You know, before you jump in to the list of what I should do as a member of the club or whatever, I need to remind you that I came here with sole intention to learn and right now I can't do it because you are wasting my time, and I'm not getting any of it back." Hyojung finished, taking a deep breath. The thudding of her pulse rang through her ears and although she felt the anxiety creeping in, she could not let it go. It felt like he was toying with her, and that was not okay.
But what puzzled her was the fact that he stayed calm through her rant even though she blatantly spoke rudely at him. She stared at him as she hides her restlessness under the table, waiting for the consequences of her action and words.
When he did move, she leaned back a little bit too fast. Trying to calm herself and not shat herself at that point, she watched as he placed a clear file with her name on it; a red lanyard sticking out from the inside of it like a bookmark.
Giving Namjoon a confused look, she flipped open the file and noticed a form, a pass card – with the red lanyard, and also a name tag with the word secretary on it.
He must have seen the noticeable horror on her face, because he said, "Now that you've seen how serious I am, I can't wait to waste more of that time."
***
Hyojung walked absent-mindedly to her class which was situated at the end of the hallway; one of the large space in their faculty. But the fact that she was about to enter one of the university's most prided classroom was not enough to bring the enthusiasm out of her. Her mind was filled with the repeating scene of her robotically filling the form and him leaving her in the student's lounge – with her file.
He did not say anything about her joining him for his next appointment, so she left for her second last class for that day. Only, she was not as eager to learn as she was this morning anymore.
She found the classroom without much effort, and entered the class, interrupting the lecture in process.
The big burly man who was standing in front of the class quirked up his eyebrows, clearly unamused of a freshman who dared to disrupt his class. He looked like he was about to say something, heck, Hyojung expected him to say anything at all – to reprimand her of her unpunctuality, but he did not. So she just bowed in greeting and walked past him; while her eyes roamed around in the room looking for two familiar faces.
She found her place next to Yunha, who was sitting next to Jinhee that was comfortable in her seat at the end of the row; the computers in front of them were turned on and notebooks scattered on the desk, showing what they were working on before they were interrupted by none other than Hyojung.
The look on her friends was of confusion and concern; Hyojung pulled on a brave face for the questions that would come her way – not because she hated to be questioned by them, but because prodding onto the stuff that stresses her out would make her cry, big time.
"Hyojung...are you okay?" The soft voice of Yunha was loud in her ears as the classroom was extremely quiet except for the sounds of keyboard clicking and a few murmurs here and there from the other students.
A soft sigh left Hyojung's lips, as she turned her attention to the girls next to her, her eyes meeting theirs in a dejected gaze.
"Guys, what should I do?" She said, there was a tremble in the tone of her voice.
She hated the way it made her feel.
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