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Chapter 2ne1: My Type

I scoffed at the thought that Seungkwan kept crying because of what freaking Kim Mingyu did.

"Just stop crying, it's not going to change anything. I'm not a part of the hip hop unit, boo," I told him. His eyes were puffy.

Something else kept bugging my mind. What if there's a different reason for his tears to fall heavy like that?

Seungkwan is a very happy fabulous kid and I rarely see him cry so hard over a simple rumor.

"Guys?" someone called. I turned to look and it was my senior, Yunhyeong sunbaenim

"Oh! Sunbaenim!" I suddenly stood up and bowed at him. He laughed and walked towards us.

omfg he looks so good up close

"Do me a favor," he started.

omfg yes I would do any favor.

"What's that?" I asked

"Vote Kim Hanbin for student council president," he grinned and handed me a small box

omfg please tell me there's a ring inside

"Is this a bribery?" I questioned

"Maybe?" he chuckled

omfg why, don't laugh please. don't

"But that's bad," I whined

"It's bad. We're bad, and that's good. We will never be good, and that's not bad. Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good, y'know," he stated and laughed afterwards

omfg kill me I didn't understand a word he said

Seungkwan stood up and faced him

"My friend, here, is going to vote Jihoon for student council president," he held my arm. Yunhyeong sunbaenim grabbed my left arm and pulled me to his side

omfg this is life

"Hanbin," he smiled

"Jihoon!" Seungkwan yelled

"Hanbin,"

"Jihoon!"

"Hanbin,"

"Jihoo--"

"SHOWNUUUUUU!!!!!! MONSTA! MONSTA!" some random guy shouted. the three of us turned our heads to see who it was.

It was a student named Jooheon, with Changkyun.

"You guys are late for class, y'know?" Changkyun spoke. I stared at Seungkwan for a few seconds and we ran back to class.

Yunhyeong caught my arm and whispered, "You forgot something," as he handed me the box he gave earlier.

omfg just propose already!

I was panting so hard when I reached the classroom. I hurriedly plopped down my seat and put my workbooks down the table.

"What did that guy give you?" Seungkwan asked me. I took the box and shook it first.

"Maybe it's a pen," I shrugged and opened the box

a lip balm.

with hanbin's face on it. and signature.

"gay," Seungkwan rolled his eyes. Someone from behind suddenly pulled my chair.

"What no-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" I half yelled at Hoshi, the student seated at the back.

"Vote me," he grinned

"No, you stole fourth place. That was supposed to be mine," I crossed my arms.

"Playing hard to get, aye?" He leaned closer. I turned my head to avoid his gaze but he cupped my face

"Vote me, noona," he flashed a cute smile

I have to admit, it's so freaking cute. But it's Kwon Soonyoung. Kwon Soonyoung is a jerk

Never be like Kwon Soonyoung

"I have someone else to vote for," I replied. He made a cute angry face and he crossed his arms.

"I hate you," he muttered

"Good, I hate you too," I stuck my tongue out.

"I want to shut your mouth," he gritted his teeth, "with my mouth," his cold voice turned to laughter

"WOAH HANDS OFF MINSEUL!" Seungkwan stood up and pointed at Hoshi, "NOBODY IS GOING TO TOUCH HER,"

I sat there, dumbfounded

what the hell just happened?

"What's wrong?" I asked them. Hoshi looked so chill while Seungkwan looked fired up.

"I just wanted to shut your mouth," Hoshi shrugged. I stared at Seungkwan

"What's wrong with that?" I questioned

"Yeah, shut yours with his," The boy rolled his eyes

"What's wrong with.....EWWWWW!!!!" I stood up and kicked Hoshi's leg.

"HEY!" he grouched and stood up. "Run, girl," he spoke

I stared at boo first, and his eyes signaled me to run for my life. I immediately rushed out the room.

Hoshi was before me.

He chased me as I ran randomly around the school corridors. He's a fast runner, and that's cool.

but that's also bad

a few minutes later, my feet got too worn out to keep on running. I stopped to catch my breath behind a door of an empty classroom.

"Babe," I heard his voice. I lifted my head a bit and he was already in front of me

"NO DON'T KILL ME--"

"I'm not going to kill you," he shrugged, "Chill, Minseul,"

"Why did you chase me!?"

"You teased me," he chuckled

omfg what!?

"teased? I teased you?" I asked, wondering if I heard the words right

"You're such a tease, Minseul," he shook his head, "You provoke me,"

what is this blueberry head doing?

"And you're exactly my type," he added.

omfg kill me now