I bet you're all wondering how I ended up in that situation with a guy I claim to hate. I didn't hate him in the beginning, back then he was just another face with a name. A face I wish I ignored, but we have to take you back to the start of it all.

A time where the town was quiet, the weirdos didn't care to be weird. A time before Jung Hoseok had ever existed in the town of Gwanju.

Flashback

Mizuki and I made sure we grabbed our favorite table at lunch while we waited for Hiyori to hurry up and meet us. The three of us were best friends, Mizuki was the promiscuous one, Hiyori had the book smarts, and I was the rebel, the badass with dark secrets.

Boy, did I have some secrets. Mizuki and Hiyori were chatting idly about the new guy that was supposed to be transferring to our school.

"I hear he grew up here, he was raised here and we've never seen this kid up until now." Hiyori said with a huff.

"No one knows what he looks like. What if he's smoking hot?"

"What if he's like some serial killer Mizu?" Hiyori genuinely sounds scared.

"Then he'd be perfect for y/n, they could creep each other out and have hot scary sex." Mizuki nudged my shoulder.

"We all know that no guy is going to grab my attention Mizuki, so if he's hot he's all yours." I replied with a fake smile.

Since we had all our classes together and the senior classes were split in half there was a good chance this new dude could end up in our faction. Mizuki came up with the rule of the other girls wouldn't go after the guy that sits in front of the others in the classes.

What I mean by that is Mizuki had some pull in our faction. Every class we'd align six desks in the back of the class. We'd take the first row of three on the back and leave an empty seat. When there was one new guy student he'd have to pick one of the remaining three seats left. Whoever he sat in front of was who had first dibs.

I know that makes us seem shady and shallow, but me and Hiyori didn't mind, most of the guys picked Mizuki's chair because well hello, she gets around.

History was our next class, surprisingly I'm good in this class. I expected to be terrible. We took our places at our desks in the back, writing down notes on the board. A few girls started to whisper and a few guys started cursing.

"Oh my god, he's gorgeous." Mizuki said breathlessly.

Curiosity got the best of me and I looked up.

I wish I hadn't.

A bunch of girls lined up to greet him. He didn't seem phased by them. Our teacher, Mr. Brawnsen told them to sit down and for the new guy to introduce himself.

"I'm Jung Hoseok, Gwanju is my hometown. I was born and raised here. I hope to be accepted by you all."

"Oh he could soak me all over." Mizuki said while crossing her legs.

Why am I friends with this girl?

I shook my head, even Hiyori was mesmerized by this Hoseok guy.

"Mizu, remember the rules. You can't jump him til he picks your seat."

Mizuki licked her lips. "Sorry ladies, mama's gonna get soaked." She leaned back in her desk as if she knew he was going to pick the empty desk in front of her.

Hoseok took long strides towards the back of the classroom where we were. He narrowed his eyes and analyzed each of us. He gave a look of disgust at Mizuki, smiled slightly at Hiyori but his eye contact stopped directly at me.

Deep chocolate eyes stared into mine, it was as if he could read my soul, see all of the dark things I was hiding from my happy friends.

"Here is good."

He said it out loud but kept his eyes on mine as he sat in front of me. He actually sat in front of me. Hiyori smiled, but Mizuki had a look I'd never seen before. It was almost sinister.

Hoseok broke the eye contact first and turned his attention back to Mr. Brawnsen while I remained stuck. After a long forty-five minutes the bell rang.

Hoseok stood as he packed his bag he turned his attention back to me. "I never got your name, I chose to sit here, I think I get that much."

"I didn't ask you to sit here Hoseok." I snapped at him, how dare he just request my name like he was entitled?

"Her name is Kim y/n." Hiyori interjected before Hoseok became the fourth guy I've shived with my pencil.

"That's a very intriguing name." His lips curved into a heart when he smiled, this must have been his genuine one because the one he gave the girls that fawned over him was more round and posed.

Not that I was paying attention.

Hoseok waved us off and walked out of the classroom, once we were in the hallway Mizuki broke from her silence.

"Okay, how did someone hot like that ignore someone hot like me? We could have made such amazing babies!"

"Well now you can't, you made up the rules Mizu, y/n has first chances with Hoseok."

"Well yeah, but I didn't think he'd actually sit in front of y/n, most guys run from her."

So that's how the bitch feels.

I walked past Mizuki, bumping her with my shoulder. "If you think you can break him then take him Mizuki, once he gets a taste of you I won't want him anyway."

How I wish I had stuck to that.

I heard her yell some things behind me, but I kept walking, thankfully the next class I had was culinary, we didn't share this class so I was able to get away from her for an hour.

I walked into my culinary class to see a backpack on the table, the whole year I had been by myself. No one dared to sit next to me or bother me. Suddenly a deep voice shook me to my core.

"Oh well we have this class together too y/n?"

I turned around and was met with the deep chocolate eyes of Jung Hoseok, wearing that same heart shaped smile on his face.

"Tch, I didn't know you could use my name so effectively like we're friends."

"I would be a better friend than the one you have." He snapped back.

"Hiyori is a good friend."

"Not her, the one who was practically eye-fucking me."

Oh he meant Mizuki. Of course he meant her.

"Does she have some kind of dirt on you? Is that way you follow along with all of her bullshit. I heard what she was shouting at you in the hall."

I gulped, if he knew anything about that he'd never talk to me again. Maybe it's what would make him leave me alone.

"She knows about my first and only relationship, I was head over heels for the guy and he ended up being...not so into me as I was him."

"Was that loneliness what started the cutting?" He asked softly while reaching for the ingredients we needed for the cookies.

What? How did he know?

I wasn't wearing a short sleeved shirt, it was the middle of November why would I? However that doesn't mean I automatically cut just because of my fashion choice.

"I didn't guess that just from your shirt y/n, even if I wasn't here in this school, I've learned to pick up on traits of those who hurt themselves."

"Hurting myself was a better idea than hurting him." I say as a joke, I'd never actually hurt another person.

Or so I thought.

"Hurting people can be just as effective." Hoseok said grimly. His eyes flashed a darker shade than his normal deep brown. Something sinister lurked within this man.

Honestly, I kinda like it.

I decided to not ask him what he had meant by that comment, but it did stay in my head. Hurting people is sometimes effective, hell ask the first three guys that I shived with my pencil.

I smiled at him from the side. He was pretty interesting I must admit. In class today we were to bake cookies, Hoseok wanted to add chocolate so he asked me to cut the chocolate up.

I smiled at the knife, it was well sharpened, and I took it from Hoseok's hand. Our hands brushed slightly, I felt a shock jolt throughout my body, it was exciting and scary. The only thing that broke my concentration was the sight of blood.

Wait, blood? I looked down, I had accidentally jabbed Hoseok's hand with the knife. He looked at me, dark excitement twisted in his expression.

"See? Hurting others can be fun too." He raised his hand and licked his wound, as if it didn't bother him. "I can't wait to see how I can hurt you too."

I should have been afraid, I should have got up and left the classroom, but instead I leaned forward and scraped over his jeans with the knife.

"You think I'm afraid of you Hoseok? I'm not so give me your best."

"Hm, you should be really afraid darling."

I felt something wet down my leg, I was bleeding. How did I get a cut? I was holding the knife in my hand. Hoseok flashed me a black and white pocket knife before he slid it back into his pocket.

"Don't underestimate me sweetheart." He said leaning closer to me before running his hand across my scar and licking it.

Hoseok was sadistic, Hoseok was carnivorous, the sight of his blood and that dark look in his eyes made me want to see more. My own inner darkness was starting to arise thanks to Jung Hoseok.

Oh the fun we will have.