My Mr. Fvckboy | h.js |

3.4

Y/n's POV

It's Mondayyy, Monday, Monday

Not that excited, but trying to have a good spirit.

I get ready for school, again, trying to have a good spirit.

But its Monday, so its kind of hard to be happy.

Yawning on my way downstairs, I realize I forgot my backpack in my room.

I groan and throw my head back in annoyance as I turn around going back to my room.

Grabbing my backpack, I see an acorn on the floor.

What the- Why is there an acorn in here?

I look around the room confused.

"What the hell is an acorn doing in my room?" I mutter.

I shrug and just put it in my pocket.

Walking downstairs again, with my backpack this time, Minho is waiting at my front door.

"AHHH!" I yell, to scare him.

He flinched slightly, before glaring at me,

"You're an idiot" He says opening the door, I go out before him, him following.

We walk our way to school, both very obviously in distress.

We both share the reason of being in distress because of school.

But I was worried for another reason.

And I think we all know the reason, must I say it?

Mr. Han, yup.

Still convinced he's trying to take Minho away from me.

Or possibly wanting to get closer to me so that he can find out more info for the mafia.

You never know, you can't trust people so easily.

The chance might be small, but it isn't zero.

We get to school and sit down in our seats.

"Whats wrong with you?" Minho nudged me.

"Me? Whats wrong with you?" I squint at him.

"I asked you first" he crossed his arms.

"Well, what are you talking about first of all"

"You're acting anxious and cautious, I can tell"

I- he can tell?? I just sat here though? What the hell.

"Well, nothings wrong with me so yeah. Now you, suddenly you're friends with everyone in the school right? RIGHT-"

"You are my only friend, I hate everyone else, i hate you too, just a bit less."

"Hmm, suspicious" I suck on my tongue.

"No, it isn't"

Right before I could tell him about how he's suddenly besties with Jisung, the bell rang, and the teacher came in.

Traitor.

A couple minutes into class, the 4 little friend group of boys walk in late.

I avoid eye contact.

What if he's a robot and can read my mind through my eyes?

And hes trying to get closer to me so that he can kill me and turn me into a robot.

This sounds like a fnaf plot, and I'm not liking it so far.

As they were walking to their seats I remember,