Her palms began to sweat, and when Sochun's lips curled into that all-too-familiar grin, she knew she had to get away from here. She pushed at his chest, trying her best to wrestle out of his grip. But unlike when they were kids, his grip was ten times stronger.
"If it isn't Ae Doodie..." Sochun whispered coyly at her. "I told you that if you ever return to Busan I'd r*pe you." his voice laced with malice forced Doona's eyes to tear up, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.
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Sochun eyed her up and down, sneering as he tightened his grip around her shirt. "You're still as ugly as ever. And you still have this freaking stupid haircut." He let go of her shirt and gripped her hair, to which Doona let out a yelp. "What aren't you going to cry for help, as you did before." Sochun pulled her hair tightly. Doona wrapped her hands around his wrist and dug her finger into his hands, but his grip only tightened. The crowd gasped and swore at Sochun, but he did not seem to mind, instead he flipped them off and finally turned back to speak to Doona. "You have some balls Doodie-"
"Let go of her hair." Doona and Sochun turned to see strong hands gripping Sochun's wrist.
"Or what Chihun?" Sochun dropped the gleeful tone in his voice, replacing it with the insanely scary-tone he only spoke to Doona with. Doona was fighting back her tears, she was tempted to rip her hair off, if it meant getting away from Sochun.
"Look around you..." Chihun gestured at the people around them who were recording Sochun's harassment. "What would your father say? Bullying a woman… even for you." Chihun gritted as he tightened his grip around Sochun's wrist. The two men stared at one another for what felt like hours. Both men were boiling and ready to explode, but suddenly Doona felt the tightness on her scalp loosen, and she collapsed on the floor.
"Fine. Keep that thing away from me." Sochun stepped on Doona's shoulders and pushed her backwards flat on her back. "If I ever see you, Ae Doodie, you're dead." Sochun smiled gleefully and trotted off, leaving behind a horrified crowd. Doona wrapped her hands around her head, and she just laid there, waiting to die. How could she not have known that Paek Sochun would still be Buson? No, she did not even think about that, she was too busy worrying about other things. Tears began to stream down her face, she was going to be the laughingstock of another school, and it was not even her first day.
"Are you okay, Ms. Ae?" Doona felt a hand on her back, and she froze up. Her breath quickened, and she prayed she would die sooner. "Ms. Ae, can you stand up?" his hands began to lift her, but Doona ensured her face remained covered.
"Get out of here." The man with curly hair and round glasses yelled at the crowd. "What else do you gossip-vultures want to see?" He kicked at them, yelling and causing a bigger scene.
"Fine..." One said. "Ugh, who is he?" "he's that uggo that hangs around Chihun..." the next responded. "I think he got some dirt in my eye. Let's leave." "Should I post it? it's pretty funny" Doona heard someone else say, and try as she might, she could not hold back her tears any longer.
Chihun was able to get Ms. Ae on her feet, he stared at the woman. Today was a mess, he missed Minji's performance and got into an altercation with her insane boyfriend because of a girl that called him a thief to his face. But as he was about to walk away from her, he noticed her shirt was getting stained with tears. Was she crying? He thought. "Are you fine?" He hesitated to touch her shoulders rather he placed his hands at his sides. Doona nodded, still shielding her face. "I'll leave your suitcase with Mrs. Matron," Doona nodded her head in agreement again. Was she going to leave her face covered forever? Chihun impatiently thought.
Donna wanted to die some more. Why was he being nice to her? She called him a thief, even though she was the one that foolishly left her suitcase behind. Ugh, if her legs weren't shaking because of Sochun, she would have run away. Why was this happening to her again? What did she ever do that was so wrong? The tears began to spill out some more, and her nose started to run. Suddenly Doona felt a piece of fabric over her head, and a gentle hand on her back.
"Chihun, where are you going?" The curly-haired man called from behind them. "What about Minji?"
"Namsun, I'll watch it on Voptube," Chihun called after his friend. He embraced Doona tighter and walked her towards the bathroom. "I'll wait for you out here." He looked away from her, agitatedly. He did not want her to see him groan because he would rather be watching Minji, but he was stuck here, cleaning up one of Sochun's many messes.
Doona tightened the denim-jacket over her head and stumbled into the bathroom. She finally took it off her head and stared at her reflection. Her face was a mess, her nose was running, and her eyes were puffy and red. "I look like a dumpling," she sighed. "Maybe this time mum would let me move to Canada?" she laughed. "Probably not..." her eyes pricked with fresh tears, and she slumped unto the floor into a sobbing mess.
Chihun had gotten weird glares from women who entered the toilet. They probably thought he was a pervert trying to sneak a peek. So to save appearances, he sat on a bench opposite the toilet. "What is taking her so long?" he rubbed his light-brown short-hair. "Don't tell me she's going to commit suicide?" He stood up quickly. "How would you even do that in a bathroom?" Chihun thought out loud then sat back down. "Crap! I was hoping I could buy another Minji poster." He rested the back of his head against the wall. What did Minji even see in Sochun? Chihun thought to himself. "Other than his father, there isn't one good thing anyone could say about Sochun." His left leg began to fidget as he was getting impatient.
"Thank you for the jacket." Chihun looked up to see who the tiny squeaks were coming from. Did she speak like this on purpose? He thought before he reached out his hand to take back his jacked. But Doona panicked and moved back.
"My jacket?" Chihun looked at her with bewilderment. He noticed her hands began to shake as she stepped forward slowly. Was she sick? "Are you unwell?" He reached his hand forward to touch her forehead, but she swerved his hand and smacked him across the face. Then her eyes widened, and she bent over.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. " Doona muttered over and over. Chihun rubbed his cheek. Well if she was this feisty she could have easily handled that asshole, Sochun. Chihun thought.
"It's fine, just hand me my jacket." He reached out his hand, and Doona slightly flinched. Chihun placed his hands at his sides and then reached them forward, and Doona immediately moved backwards again… What. In. The. Hell? He thought. "Are you scared of me?"
Doona's eyes quickly darted around till they accidentally locked with Chihun's. His kind dark-brown eyes bored into hers, and Doona felt herself break into a cold sweat. "N...n-n-n...no." she sporadically muttered.
"It's fine, just hand me my jacket." He reached out his hand, and Doona slightly flinched. Chihun placed his hands at his sides and then reached them forward, and Doona immediately moved backwards again… What. In. The. Hell? He thought. "Are you scared of me?"Doona's eyes quickly darted around till they accidentally locked with Chihun's. His kind dark-brown eyes bored into hers, and Doona felt herself break into a cold sweat. "N...n-n-n...no." she sporadically muttered.---Sochun pulled his phone out of his pocket. He was going to pop a blood vessel, with how much he was fuming. How many years had it been since he had seen that mushroom topped woman? He thought to himself. "Was Ae Doodie, the thing that that old bastard needed help with?" He scoffed at himself. He dialled his father's cell phone and paced round the bus stop irritatedly. "And the gall of that Chihun asshole. It is bad enough that he is obsesse
"I said I don't hate anyone." She shouted at him. Then her eyes widened again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she bowed repeatedly. Was she tame or wild? Chihun could not figure her out. Doona began to walk, and Chihun followed quietly behind her, till a thought crept into his mind."Are you scared of men?" Right as he spoke those words, Doona froze. Chihun turned to see why Doona was not moving. She just stood still, her hands began to fidget, and she rubbed them fiercely. "I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" Chihun tried to walk up to her, but Doona yelled back shrilly."Stay back. I'm...I'm fine."---Chihun stepped back after hearing her scream at him. What a mess, he thought. This is why he hated getting involved with people. "Fine, fine." He held his hands up, to prove to her that he was no threat, and he only started walking when he made sure she was a good distance away from him. When they arrive
"You're lucky you're this gorgeous." He got off the couch and pulled out the first-aid kit from the cupboard. "Now let me see those toes?" Minji huffed and looked away from Sochun, as he counted her toes. "I think one is missing?" Sochun gasped."Crap really?" Minji looked at her feet… "asshole." She playfully fisted his hair and shook his head. "Patch me up, and pray this wound heals before the actual talent show.""Yes, yes my beautiful, pretty, talented Minmin." Sochun beamed at Minji, who tossed another pillow in his face.---Doona laid in her bed. The morning sun pierced her clenched eyes and made her turn away from the window. "I should have put up my curtains before going to sleep." Just as she buried her face in her pillow, the second alarm began to ring loudly. "Fine, fine. I'm up." She searched for her phone to turn off the blasted alarm. She had a psychology class she was already running thir
"Are they going to fight?" "Jiwoon started it..." "I thought Chihun sat at the front of the class, why is he at the back?" The class was suddenly filled with murmurs and whispers, everyone had stopped packing up to stare at the two of them."What is happening back there?" The professor slammed the board."Nothing professor. Just packing up." Chihun smiled at the man before he picked up Doona's bag and walked out of the classroom, leaving a fuming Jiwoon behind.---In a hurry to get out of her Psych class–and away from Jiwoon–Doona had foolishly forgotten her bag, books and even her phone. Now she was lost and turning her head around in circles. Being this exposed was dangerous, Doona could not risk bumping into Sochun again, she would really be dead. Maybe I should hide in the toilet, she thought as she looked around every corner before scurrying into the lady's room. Doona met an unexpected face.
"I what?" He glared at the ungrateful woman. "You were walking into a door." He sighed at her. Was she an idiot?"You were pushing me, you kept coming closer." She hissed back. "Don't come close to me anymore." Doona stuttered as she turned around then dashed away from Chihun."Am I some sort of glutton for humiliation?" Chihun sighed. "First, she calls me a thief, then all this..." He rubbed the back of his head, and as he turned to walk into the cafeteria, he heard a loud Yip!"If it isn't the little rabbit!"---Sochun stopped Doona dead in her tracks. He was accompanied by Jiwoon and two other men. "Lucky me, we meet again, rabbit." He walked up to her and stood at her front."I've seen you before..." Jiwoon rested his elbow on Sochun's shoulder. And they laughed when Sochun pushed Jiwoon off him. "Oh! I remember..." Jiwoon exclaimed."Where?" Sochun elbowed Jiwoon. Doona wanted to evap
"Are you stupid? For your sake, I hope your whore of a mother is sleeping with my dad because that's the only way you get out of this alive." He launched at her, Doona shut her eyes tightly and lifted her arms to protect herself from what always happened when Sochun got angry at her. The crowd gasped again, and Doona stood bewildered. She was patiently awaiting the worst, but nothing had happened to her yet. She slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see Sochun's fists floating inches from her face, frozen still."Don't you get bored of acting like an animal?" Chihun was gripping Sochun's wrist, and as Sochun struggled to move, he squeezed harder. Sochun scoffed, ignoring the stinging feeling of her hands going numb. This should be entertaining, he thought.---"What's your deal with this pathetic bitch?" Sochun pulled his wrist out of Chihun's cement-like grip like it was nothing. He then stepped closer to Chihu
"I'm never coming back here," she muttered to herself. When the server dropped their meals, Doona got up briskly. She slammed some cash on the table, turned to a startled Chihun and yelled, "This should cover everything, keep the change and please forget about today." She stammered, then Doona picked up her bag and sprinted towards the exit.The server turned to Chihun and smiled, "Is she coming back? or should I pack it up for her?" She smiled, a little bewildered.Chihun did not even look up from his book when he responded. "No. Just throw it in the trash."---The server picked up the plate of food and walked back to the kitchen. Chihun let out a sigh of irritation. "She's the one that said, let me buy you lunch." Chihun scoffed. "But she just up and bolted". He looked over at the money she dropped carelessly on the table and huffed because she had even dropped triple the necessary amount. Chihun wondered if
"What's her name again, the idol he likes..." Mrs. Pom asked. "Isn't it the idol with the red hair?" Mrs. Rang tapped her chin. "Min something..." Mrs. Hwangbo scratched her head. The three women went around in circles as they tried to figure out her name. Chihun, on the other hand, had no interest in clearing up their confusion because the conversation would never end."So is that Min-person why you were late?" Mrs. Pom snickered with a grin on her face.Luckily for Chihun, they had finally arrived at his destination. So he turned and responded to the three women that giddily stood awaiting his answer and said. "It was nice catching up with my favourite girls, now I have to get Mrs. Chup her medication."---After moaning and groaning Mrs. Pom, Mrs. Hwangbo, and Mrs. Rang finally left. Chihun opened the door and stepped into Mrs. Chup's room. She was sitting by her window like always, with a book in her hand.