Bad boy Choi Soobin ||Choi Soobin✔️

13

After what had happened, neither did my father or Jiah tried to force anything out of me which I was grateful for because I had already informed them that I wanted to go back to my mother's house just for a few days. After I blurted out my plan, my father was a bit hesitant on letting me go and Jiah had only said that my father was worried about me and so he wouldn't let me go that easily. I nodded, giving him time to think about my decision. It was a few days now since I had told them my decision yet I still have not received an answer. It was really making me anxious.

It's a Tuesday now as I was sitting with Harin in Geography at the back of the classroom as I watched her put both of her arms on top of each other and slapped her forehead on it, knowing that she was going to fall asleep any second now. I only sighed and waited for the teacher to prepare herself but the moment the boys walked in which consisted of Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun and Kai, the class stifled into silence, holding a breath in. The boys decided to settle down in their usual seats which were also at the back of the classroom next to Harin and I.

My heart started to increase its beat at the sight of Soobin, remembering how he and Harin had found me at a nearby park. I was absolutely horrified at the thought of no one being able to find me but they did. He did. And I was thankful. My cheeks began to heat up when Soobin took a seat next to me, immediately lifting his legs up and placed it on the poor, small table.

The class began to chatter again after letting out the breath that they had been holding onto, some shifting their eyes in our direction and some whispering too loud that everyone could hear. In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Soobin's eyes, observing me as I sighed and focused my attention on the plain chalkboard, trying to ignore his stares because I knew that if I made eye contact with him then I'd probably melt.

Not much happened in Geography except for the boys playing around and interrupting the teacher's lesson which had earned many annoyed glances from other students who were eager to learn, including Harin who had woke up way too early this morning and did not want any loud noises while she slept. I, on the other hand, was distracted, wondering whether my father will allow me go to my mother's or not. Soobin was busy staring straight at the world map that was stuck on the board by the teacher, his eyes were distant as if something was on his mind.

Morning classes went by pretty quick and by the time I knew it, it was lunch. My favourite part of the weekdays. Most students headed towards the cafeteria to grab something to bite but the group and I went to the football field and sat ourselves down comfortably since we packed our own lunches. My eyes glazed around the green field, quickly spotting cheerleaders not far from us, practicing their routine as my eyes quickly landed on a pale girl just standing in front of the cheer squad, shouting out steps with her red hair bouncing on her shoulders.

I smiled at the memory of me in my old school, before I moved here obviously, as I remembered how I was part of the cheer squad but was always placed at the back for my mother couldn't really afford anything. And apparently, to be part of the cheer squad over there, you had to be filthy rich and have brunette hair but I was just one of the few lucky ones. I was recognised by the coach because apparently, I was really flexible.

"Is Beomgyu on your mind?" Harin asked, bringing me back to reality as she nudged me on the shoulder whilst wiggling her eyebrows.

I gulped and felt a blush appearing on my cheeks as my eyes darted around to see Soobin looking at me with a blank facial expression, obviously hearing in on our conversation whilst Yeonjun and the others were busy talking about some other things that seemed really important to them.

I shook my head and smiled. "I was just thinking of my old school."

Harin's eyes widened as she crossed her legs and turned her body towards me, seeing the curiosity consume her. "You never talked about your old school. How was it like there?"