Goodness gracious! This enchantress has me in a tizzy. Her fragrance, her countenance, her grin, her alluring décolletage, her quarron, her likam, she herself has me in a frenzy, stimulated. Have I encountered her before the mishap or is it just my lunar tattoos that are ablaze in her presence?

I excuse myself to the restroom after her uncomfortable inquiry.

As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, sweat trickles down my face, my cheeks and nose are flushed, my back throbs, and my head spins. I pace around attempting to compose myself. As I begin to feel more collected, a barrage of inquiries flood my mind.

'Why is this happening?'

'Am I truly going to collaborate with a complete stranger?'

'Why does everything feel so right?'

'How long will this take?'

'Will we be able to accomplish this alone?'

'Will Taehyung interfere?'

'Why is she attempting to harm my handsome father?'

'Who aided her in entering dayland if she is a moonling?'

And many more of these slutty questions.

Curse it all,
Shit!
I require clarity...

But I know it quite well, she wouldn't answer untill I reveal everything and I'm not the one who's gonna do it in the first place so fuck everything!

After regaining composure, I step away from the mirror and release my shirt. I pivot and observe my exposed back. The pulsating nature of my lunar tattoos becomes apparent, radiating a vibrant purple glow.

I can feel the energy coursing through my body, as if the tattoos themselves are alive and pulsing with power. I run my fingers over the intricate designs, tracing the lines and curves that make up the lunar symbols. Each one represents a different phase of the moon, and together they form a powerful spell that I can call upon when needed.

As I stand there, bathed in the purple glow of my tattoos, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. It's as if the magic is soothing my soul, reminding me of my purpose and giving me the strength to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

After mentally decluttering and slipping back into my silky shirt, I gracefully make my way to the drawing room. And just like a perfectly choreographed dance, Taehyung emerges from the kitchen, synchronized with my every step. He beckons me and my amiga for dinner, exclaiming, "Hey folks, the feast is ready. Let's chow down!"

The remainder of the evening unfolds splendidly. We indulge in scrumptious food and engage in lively conversations which had mainly Taehyung giving about random knowledge. I get home safely and sleep for the fuck's sake.

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Bright and early, I rise from my slumber and swiftly inspect my personal piggy bank. Who needs a fortune when you've got enough to make a piggy squeal? With a generous portion in hand, I march off to university like a money-savvy superhero.

I wear black turtle neck with a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. I pair them with black boots and shades.

Why does it seem like I'm a secret agent infiltrating a high-stakes mission? I burst into the classroom, spotting Hye Jin in her usual spot. With a swift move, I slide next to her and casually place a stack of cash on the desk. She glances at the money, then shoots me a judgmental look.

Almost ordering me, she says, "Take a quarter of the money and stash the rest safely."

"I'm not exactly middle class, so you can take the full amount." I reply.

"Goodness! I'm not questioning your wealth, but we might need it later. It's better to save it," she says, a hint of annoyance creasing her pretty face as her eyebrows furrow.

I let out a deep sigh as I start counting the money and putting the rest away.

Once I finish counting, I watch my friend count her share of the same amount of money. She handles the bills like a seasoned business tycoon. She truly looks like the CEO of some underground organization.

When she finishes, she looks at me with sparkling eyes and says, "I've got a perfect excuse to give Mrs. Crayson and bribe her."

"Go on," I urge, leaning in closer. The memory of her lips against my ear replays in my mind, rent-free. Her soft touch sends a shiver down my spine.

Damn it, Park Jimin.
Just listen to her.

She's a mastermind when it comes to making plans. It's time for execution!

1. We exit the room and make our way towards the staff room. As we enter, we notice her sitting on her chair, exuding an air of authority. It's no secret that she has the power to assign grades as she pleases. I've witnessed it firsthand - those students who are her favorites always seem to receive higher scores, regardless of their actual intelligence. It's a clear case of bias that could potentially be taken to court.

We approach her with utmost discipline, my friend wasting no time in getting to the point. "Mrs.," she begins, "we have a proposition for you."

Confusion washes over the teacher's face as she responds with a puzzled "Huh?"

Knowing better than to interfere, I remain silent. The last time I challenged her, I ended up with a shoe print on my behind.

"We won't attend class, and in return, you won't report it to anyone," my friend continues, not beating around the bush. "You see, Mr. Park Jimin and I have a passion for painting, but we haven't disclosed it to anyone except you. We've been given an opportunity to showcase our talent in an exhibition, but the timings clash with our classes. So, we kindly request that you keep this a secret and allow us to skip classes without it affecting our attendance."

The teacher raises a valid point, questioning our claim of being interested in painting. "What proof do you have that you actually enjoy painting? I can't simply let you roam around under the guise of an art exhibition."

"Ma'am, we are the most dedicated and hardworking students in this university, and our academic results speak for themselves," my amiga asserts confidently. "We can't reveal our passion for painting to our families because they are strict and discourage us from pursuing co-curricular activities. We need your trust in matters like this. Just as we have proven ourselves in our studies, we will do the same in the realm of painting. I hope you can place your trust in us and let this slide." She lies without being caught .

"But that goes against the college regulations," the teacher argues.

I can see the anger building up in my amiga's face. Patience is not one of her strong suits.

Leaning in closer, she places her hands on the table, maintaining unwavering eye contact with the teacher. Her voice drops to a whisper as she says, "150,000 wons." The teacher's disbelief is evident in her expression.

"200000"

After careful consideration, Mrs. Crayson reluctantly grants her consent, subtly suggesting that the matter at hand has deeper implications than just financial aspects.

With a self-assured stance and a smug expression, Hye Jin confidently declares, "That was a piece of cake!"

She proceeds to bend down and retrieve the suitcase we had brought, opening it to reveal that she has taken out three-fourths of the money. It seems that our initial estimation of 800000 wons was overly generous, thanks to skillful negotiations and bargaining.

She puts the other money in a bag I was carrying. And puts the suitcase of Mrs. Crayson on the table and turns around leaving.

She catches my attention with a sudden halt, her gaze fixated on the CCTV camera positioned at the top corners of the classroom.
"Miss, your job and payment requires you to delete the footage," she states firmly.

I shift my focus towards Mrs. Crayson, who gives a subtle nod of approval. As I begin to turn around, ready to leave, I hear my name being called out.

"Jimin!"

I respond promptly, "Yes, miss."

"You didn't mention that you knew Wang So Hee before," she questions, her tone filled with curiosity.

As I stumble over my words, desperately trying to come up with a believable excuse, I eventually blurt out, "Um... you know, I didn't want my parents to accidentally find out!" Thankfully, that response struck me like a sudden realization just in the nick of time.

Before she can bombard me with further inquiries and begin negotiating, I make a quick decision to leave abruptly. I swiftly turn around and practically run out of the staff room, but my amiga still has the lead.
I follow her lead because I don't know what's the plan going on in her head . We leave the college gates .

I ask her ," hey , so where are we heading?"

"Keep your mouth in your ass and follow me"
Did she just ? Fine , it happens Jimin , it happens!

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Date of release: 21/11/23
Date of next update: 15/12/23