𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 - 𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙟𝙪𝙣

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𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰

chapter ༊*·˚#𝘁𝗲𝗻

'if i can't be close to you, i'll settle for the ghost of you.'

"Lim Jugyeong, if you weren't so adorable, I would throw you to the wolves. No, I would throw you in the hands of that gangster-wannabe." The girl exclaimed to her friend, knowing she didn't have the helmet when Micha had already stood up to Han Seojun for her just yesterday. Jugyeong sat on top of the pergola table placed in their school's garden. "What to do?" She pouted. "It's fine... Oh shit, he is coming." Micha said as both of them shot up, fearing what was to come. "Give the note and walk away calmly; it's all good." The blonde girl tried to calm down her friend.

"Hey, the thing is..." Jugyeong started speaking with hesitation, a paper folded in her hand. "There is no way you folded up my helmet and put it in your pocket." Seojun said, looking at the two girls in front of him. Jugyeong looked over at her friend, not knowing what to do, and in response, the girl raised her eyebrows, signaling her to hand the note in hand. She quickly placed the note in the jacket pocket of the guy before him. "Read this after I leave." She said this before running off. 

The guys hovering over the boy, making weird noises, made her roll her eyes. "I want to see a love letter; what did it say?" Kim Chorong bugged the boy. "What's there to see is obvious." The boy answered back, making the girl raise one of her eyebrows, knowing what was written in the note. "You are hopeless, Han Seojun; find me later for whatever 'I'm going to pay for'" She said this before making her way back in.

After a couple of classes, the girl's nerves were building with the talent show coming sooner. She had already let people know she was going to perform so it was too late to back up. She threw her head back with frustration while going down the stairs to have a last rehearsal before performing. She picked her head up, seeing Jugyeong rush by her with Seojun down the stairs. "Ah, Han Seojun, please leave the girl alone. I will buy you two if that is what it's about." She said annoyed while her hands were fidgeting with her rings. 

"You good?" The boy asked, getting a glimpse of her hands and pale face. "I thought you left your 'Ghost caring for you' mode off, looking at your switch-up since." Micha said while the boy followed her course instead of where he was attending. "Just tell me why you aren't feeling well so I can fix it." The boy said this while they turned into the back corner of the school to be faced by the boy's group. "Do you guys always come in packs like animals? I need to leave here." She spoke out to the 8 boys taking up her rehearsal space. "You have become really mean; it hurts me, Misha-ah." Chorong said actually looking sad, which made the girl feel remorse for being so harsh to him multiple times. "Chorong, I love you, but believe me, I could get way meaner if y'all don't leave." She said she was checking her shiny watch and stomped off to the back corner, taking the tiny tequila bottle from her jacket pocket. 

Seojun rushed over, only to turn back around with another girl's voice. "Hey, Han Seojun, are you some kind of thug?" Kang Soojin yelled while the girl took a couple of big sips from the bottle in hand. One of the guys falling to the ground was suddenly funnier than before. "You made the class cower last semester and now stealing from a new student?" She asked, to which Seojun stayed calm, which was surprising but reasonable since his head was crowded with thoughts about the girl drinking in the back, not the one yelling in front. "If I see you bully a student again, I will-" Soojin was cut short by the blonde girl walking toward her. "You will what, Kang Soojin? I'm dealing with this, so there is no need to cause a scene for situations you did not bother learning the details of but jumped to conclusions based on rumors and stereotypes; coming here and yelling at a person who our friend stole the helmet from and only asking for it back as soon as possible. What a bully Han Seojun and his apostles are for wanting what they own from a classmate who took it." She spoke, not letting the girl jump in and say more than what needed to be said; she had embarrassed herself enough. Soojin turned around, stomping off with nothing to say.

"She is so cool." Chorong said softly to himself, looking at the back of the blonde girl, which earned him a hard slap on the nape of his neck by Seojun. "Do you defend me like you used to now?" He asked, remembering the number of times the girl got him out of trouble or tried to show how he wasn't a bad person to people. "She was out of line and wrong." The girl said this while Chorong asked her a question. "What are postals?" He asked which earned a well-laugh. "Apostles, google it." She said the word slower for him. She glimpsed at her watch again, and with a rush, she chugged down the rest of the bottle. "Hey, hey, hey!" Seojun said but by the second 'Hey' the small bottle was gone. The girl tugged out her shirt and started unbuttoning it, which caused Han Seojun to pull her against his body by her waist to cover her chest as well as stop her from going further. He told others to turn, which they were doing already. 

"Are you crazy?" He asked the girl while, for no reason, he found himself breathless. "You are crazy!" The girl pushed him off. "I have a blouse underneath, get your heads out of the gutter, you 8 are not only the lowest people on my list but also just... ew." She said, taking off her white button-up to reveal a black shirt underneath. The boys turned around, knowing the situation was misunderstood. "Would you take this to my desk? I don't think you are spending your lunch watching the talent show like other peasants." She joked, knowing he held himself on a higher, more mysterious boy, pedestal while compared to his classmates.

"No way, what a waste of time that would be."