Yoona's POV

I don't know what's gotten into me.

All I know is that I am angry. Just thinking of everything and all the stress and confusion I'm facing makes me mad, not sad or glad-- but mad.

Actually it does feel good feeling like this. So much fight in me can't be silenced. Everyone who wrongs me won't get that simple old boring Yoona who just accepted everything like a good girl.

Hoseok told me it'll pass, that I'm just going through a 'transformational stage'. I didn't even bother questioning him 'cause I know that this is probably his way of initiating me as his own.

After Seolhyun appeared this morning catching Jimin and I off guard, I was tense and on edge. The thought that Seolhyun could kill me for being with her boyfriend just frightened me to death. I've felt her wrath before so I know that what she has in store for me is probably worse then I can imagine.

Hoseok found me by the field all on my own and he sat next to me. I couldn't even look him in the eye and tell him that I was with Jimin... I'm such a horrible girlfriend. But yet he doesn't think that.
He just saw me looking down and he hugged me before assuring me that I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him.

I finally looked in his eyes and it was like I was in a trance. He told me to focus on him and not break eye contact. He said that he was filling me up with more of him.

He always finds a way to protect me and keep me safe even though I don't ask for it. When he closed his eyes and looked away I felt much more... Heavier. Everything that was on my back I let it go and it was like fire on my hands.

I didn't feel like going to register and meeting Seolhyun and facing Jimin so I ditched and hid in the toilet. The sub teacher for Mrs Will annoyed me so I put her in her place. (I didn't kill her-- if only I did)

All I want to do is lay my head on Hoseok and vent out everything. A type of love hate connection. Like the love is so good it makes me enraged.

Mr Kwon walks past my table and I catch his eyes on me.

"What's wrong Young lady? You seem moody today?" He asks.

Min-Yo leans in and nods her head. "Tell her sir. I've been trying to cheer her up but still,"

I glare at her and face Mr Kwon again. I actually don't know what's his problem with me. Like why does he always check on me or call me young lady or in general always favours me?! He is so annoying to the point where I can--

I take a deep breath calming myself.

Although I'm feeling angry, a small part of myself is trying to erase all the spiteful thoughts and evil judgments towards others. It's not me but an opposite personality.

Mr Kwon is cool, I really like him-- as a teacher. I have no reason to hate him if he helps me all the time.

Yeah its 'cause I'm better then these losers--

No! I'm like everyone...he sees something in me.

Don't speak like them! You're not like them Yoona. You're way more talented and powerful.

There's a hard knock on the door and in comes Jimin.

He's in his dancing clothes and he looks good.

Our eyes meet, catching me off guard.

A smile plays on his lips and I feel Min-Yo nudging me. I look away and bite my lip not before giving him a small smile in return.

My heart is beating fast.. Really fast.

"Young lady are you okay?" Mr Kwon asks. I shake my head.

"Can't you see I'm fine? Or do you need glasses?" I ask facing him. He raises a brow.

"Young lady--"

"Class don't forget about the test that's coming this Friday," Miss Kim says cutting Mr Kwon off.

I don't think I'll be able to write it since I'm writing English as well. "I'm busy," I mumble.

"Yoona if you have something to say, say it out loud," Miss Kim directs her eyes to me and she has that typical mean face.

"I'm writing my English paper on that day." I answer back.

She shrugs her shoulder with a stance. "So?" She asks.

"It means I won't be able to write that test," I say back to her. "I won't have time to study for it,"

She shrugs her shoulders again. "It's not my marks,"

"English is more important then Dramatic Arts, so I don't care," I say. Almost everyone looks at me. Min-Yo taps my desk.

"Yoona calm down," she whisper yells.

Miss Kim's eyes are wide open, "Oh, okay," Miss Kim looks away clearing her throat, clearly uncomfortable. I'm still not coming to write that shit.

"Young lady that's not how you talk--"

"Sir she was being rude first. She has to learn that she's not the only teacher in this school--"

"We are very well aware that we aren't the only teachers. We know that you learners are under pressure, like right now," Mr Kwon argues. "If you are frustrated or angry, don't take it out on the teacher, she works very hard--"

"I don't see how sitting on a chair and judging us is 'working very hard'. All we've been doing is learning with you so I don't see why she's still here pretending to work hard,"

I can feel my tongue sharply speaking and I can't retreat.

"Yoona if you want me to change the test date, I will. But I will not tolerate this behavior," Miss Kim says. I roll my eyes and hold my pencil continuing with my work.

I hear Min-Yo whispering to me again, "Gosh what are you doing?"

"Students do you feel like what the Young lady just did is right?" Mr Kwon asks walking away. Probably back to the front, where he should be-- instead of lurking here next to me.

"No." Everybody answers in the class.

"Young lady?" He calls. I carry on working and ignore him. Min-Yo nudges me and I shake my head.

"Yoona, please look at me," Miss Kim says softly. Oh so now she wants to be soft. I look at her sharply, from the corner of my eye I can see Jimin standing there with his whole face displaying confusion.

Miss Kim's eyes are soft and she clears her throat. "I want an apology from you," she says causing me to focus back on my book rolling my eyes.

She's crazy if she thinks I'm going to apologize. She must apologize to me first since she was the one being rude.

"Yoona just apologize." I hear Vernon say out loud.

I shake my head. Right now if the whole class is against me for speaking my mind then then they can go and kick rocks, or dead flowers I don't care. "I don't hand out apologies to people who don't deserve it,"

"Yoona stop being rude. Apologies." Vernon carries on talking.

"How am I being rude you rat?" I ask glaring at him. He's been annoying me the whole break.

Vernon groans. "For last time I'm not a rat you-"

"Silence." Mr Kwon interjects immediately. "Mr Park I believe Yoona is part of the disciplinary portfolio. So what should you, as the head Leader do if one of your disciple is breaking their own code? I know a simple detention won't fix this?"

The class is silent as everyone waits for Jimin to speak.

"Uh-h.." He stutters. That's a first. "Well the moral thing to do would be to take her to the principal's office.."

"Alright, so can you--"

"But. I'm sorry sir, but Yoona isn't like this. I believe she's going through some things and she just needs time to cool down," Miss Kim says in defence.

"Yoona," she calls my name. I look at her. "I know I can be a prick and get under skin, but if you want something you should ask in a more gentle and polite tone. I'll change it if the other subjects are too hectic to manage with okay." She says. I have a strong urge to roll my eyes but I just let it go. "So do you guys want to write this Friday or next week Tuesday?" She asks.

"Tuesday." The class says. My eyes avert irritatedly to them. Just now they were saying I'm rude but look how they are praising off to delaying the test.

"Yoona is Tuesday okay?" She asks. I look away to my book and carry on with my work.

"That was so disrespectful," Min-Yo whispers.

"I don't care," I roll my eyes.

"Okay, Jimin please tell Mrs Noyo that my class will write on Tuesday," Miss Kim says.

I look up noticing Jimin is still before nodding and walks away with the papers in his hands. Before he opens the door he looks back to me but I turn away quickly.

There it is again...my heart beating fast.

•

"Yoona I really feel like you should apologize.. What you did was really rude. Like especially since it's you it's worse," Min-Yo says after school as we walk to the gate. "Nobody expected that. Like Miss Kim actually likes you, but then you did that,"

I shake my head, "No. I'm not apologizing to that aunty," I say.

She sighs and puts her arm around my shoulder. "Yoona between all of us in the group, I'm the baddie-- but not even I can go to that extent," she says. "Is there something wrong at ho--"

"No. Just because I speak my mind all of a sudden doesn't mean there's something wrong at home," I roll my eyes and walk down the stairs. She follows me.

"No Yoona--" she let's out a sigh, " I'm not really good at doing stuff like this. But I know you know the difference between right and wrong and I also know that you know somewhere deep inside that you are wrong," she stands back and I look at her.

Maybe she's right..no she is right. What have I done?

"You're right," I shake my head relieving myself from that influence. "I'm sorry," I say suddenly my voice shaking and I feel so bad. I put my hand to my head.

Please make it stop.

She was rude to you. He was against you. They all laughed when you fell. No body likes you. They stab your back and then rub it with salt.

"Yeah! So are you gonna apologize?" She asks excitedly.

"I will--"

"Not." I turn my head and see Hoseok. My body radiates again with a heavy feeling on my hands. I immediately put my arms around him and he holds onto me placing a little peck on my neck. "Hey," he whispers in my ear.

I slowly open my eyes seeing people looking at us as they are passing. I try and let go feeling self conscious, but he doesn't let go. "Hoseok they're staring," I say into his shoulder.

"Let them," he laughs and plays with hair by brushing his fingers on it. I slyly push him away and giggle. I turn back around to Min-Yo and her cheeks are beet red and her eyes wide.

If I remember well, she was part of those girls who fancied the whole of Jimin's table. Now that I think about it, has she ever even been close to them.
What's a little fun without jealousy?

You're right

Hoseok leans to my ear and nibbles it softly.

Ohh Hoseok~

I smile a little and look at her. Her eyes are everywhere but at me. "Min-Yo, I'm sure you know my boyfriend Hoseok," I say seductively while playing with his hair. At that she just nods her head and clears he throat.

Hoseok looks at her and smirks. "Oh, uh Min-Yo,"

She looks up shocked and her face is more red.

"Alright love, it was good seeing you," Hoseok says. He kisses my cheek and darts away. "Later Min-Yo,"

"L-late-r." She grins excitedly when she turns around. She calms herself down, "I'll be going too." She begins walking away shyly with her head down...I hope I wasn't too much of a flirt.

Well my driver is coming late again-- might as well go to the library.

•

At home:

My pen strains my finger as I grip tightly onto it jotting down all the important points of Music Concords.

Theirs a hell of a lot work and I can't help the little frustration that peeks over.

Exams start in about 4 months while Universities open next week. My dad wants me to go to the most prestigious universities of Korea. The requirements their are extremely bizarre yet I know I can reach them but still-- there's that one feeling I get when everything's not in order.

I finally put my pen down and take a long gulp of water.

My legs rise on their own and I walk out my room to my dads study. He's loud professional voice is what I always hear. I enter in his study and head to the table sitting down. He paces back and forth with a bright smile on his face.

"That's great, that's great," He looks at me and throws a thumbs up. My silent laugh makes him laugh into the phone. "Well yes, of course." He speaks standing in position.

He nods his head. It's probably another off shore investment.

I play with the hem of my black nightgown-- which I recently got from Hoseok. It's a big risk for me to sit here in front of my father with a dress I got from another male. It's not that revealing but it has a long neck line revealing my nice toned cleavage, not that my dad would ever complain.

"Yes we can discuss the shares tomorrow. Thank you Mr Park," my eyes shoot up to him..did he just say Mr Park?

He finally puts his phone down and sits down with a carved in grin.

"Interesting phone call...Mr Park?"

"Yes Mr Park of the biggest diamond company in the world," my dad leans back on his chair.

I nod my head. This could be Mr Park as in Jimin's dad.. "What did he want?"

"Well my dear Yoona, he offered a proportional ownership of his company he trusted us," he makes a little note in his book. "You wanted something?"

I snap back to reality and shake my head. "No I just wanted to say good night,"

"Okay, sleep tight,"

•

I flip the switch off and head to my brand new laptop turning it on. I go onto google and hover my courser on the search engine.

Mr Park Diamond company|

I click on the enter key and it loads.

The results finally show and I'm gutted. That same plain hard shaped jaw with some hair and a smile that's eye capturing. That's Jimin's father..

ProdiamTrading
Prodiam DCW

Cutting polishing designing
Sourcing Manufacturing
Specialist in GIA XXX and larger sizes diamonds.

Damn. He is loaded if he's chilling with diamonds. No wonder Jimin's house had that white touch, because his father is a freaking clear glass diamond specialist. Now he's company is merging with my dads company.

An incoming video chat pops on my screen.

Incoming video chat with Jimin

I roll my eyes my courser hovering over the reject icon...

I have to keep reminding myself that my future is in Hoseok's hands and not Jimin. The more I keep myself around Jimin's presence the more I'm distanced from my destiny and Hoseok.

But then again... Jimin called and it'd be very rude to just leave him like that. I bite my lip and press answer. The bright screen pops up of Jimin's room.
The smile that was once their turns to a frown.

"Hey Yoona...why's it so dark?" He asks.

Well I want to blend with my soul and sleep. "Power outage," I reply. His mouth forms an 'o'. A little lying never heart nobody. Although I doubt he'd believe that.

"I assume you are using your laptop," I nod my head putting both my feet on the chair so that I can hug myself. I make sure that my dress isn't showing too much.

"So, what brings you here?" I ask. He smiles a little scratching his head then bring his fingers through his hair.

He sighs and looks into the camera with a unreadable expression. "Yoona," he starts.

"Yes Jimin," I glance behind him in his clear room. There's a new decoration on his wall in black coating ink. It's of a faceless girl, her hair is whirling in a mystic wind and in the wind there seems to be little stars. "Nice wall,"

He turns around peeking at his wall. "Oh," he smiles. It's kind of similar to mine except my one has a face and spirals into things I like and love. "Well, somebody I admired...inspired me,"

He admires me... The feelings I have for Jimin are..natural and not ecstatic like the ones I have with Hoseok, but yet I cannot deny the attraction I feel whenever I'm with Jimin. It's something I can't explain or put into words, he has this light that just shines and I now realise that I want to be in the light as much as I want to be in the darkness..

"That's what I wanted to address," he says. He rubs his eyes and bites his lip putting his hand over his chin. "Today..was a very interesting day..don't you think?" He asks looking at his screen then into the camera, his eyes seeming to absorb into my own.

"What happened to you?" He quizzes. "I've never seen you so..enraged and out of tune. Everywhere I went I heard different stories of what you did, I didn't want to believe it but that's until I saw it for myself in your class. Is this because you didn't sleep? Is this you grumpy state?"

"Jimin... I... I.."

My heart heeds and I cover myself with my hands.

"Yoona," he calls. "Just turn on the light, I want to see your face," I look at the screen with puffy eyes. His eyes show so much concern and care.

"Jimin. I don't want you to talk to me anymore. Please don't make this hard, just leave me from now on."

I end the call quickly shutting my laptop and leaping on my bed. My tears flood my pillow.

Once again like every other time, Hoseok has spoken through my mouth. The fire in my hands burns through my body as I hold myself shaking.

There's a hum in my head, a tune that puts me to sleep.

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