Wonyoung's POV

Ugh. Another day at hell- I mean school.

But, today will be a little interesting for the country's history, because apparently, I'll talk to the person no one dared to. Please, Jesus. Help me. If I fail today, I might not have the same determination tomorrow. 

Walking down the hallway, I spot him at his locker, taking out books for the first three lecture before break. Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for what was about to come, but before my steps resumed, he had already walked away, not forgetting to slam the door. 

"Geez... Why must the poor lockers suffer all the pain ? Maybe not now... Break ? Break." 

As the shrill ring of the bell pierced my thought bubble, I walked away to my first class.

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First time ever in this life of mine, I was excited to hear the bell for break go off. It was loud and clear, exhilarating even, erupting a small dormant volcano of excitement, enthusiasm and eagerness. I would be exaggerating, but I ran. I ran down the hallway with familiar sea green tinted aluminum lockers on the sides to keep my books and take out other necessary stuff, especially my wallet.

Speak of the devil and the devil is here. 

  I turned around to see the devil- I mean the Lunch Money Slayer.

Like always, as if it was his routine, he put down his hand in front of me palm first, a cold gaze fixed upon me and said in the most intimidating tone I had ever heard.

"Hand your wallet over." 

Not going to lie, a shudder ran down my spine. But being the rebel I am, am I going to give in ? Not at all. 

"And what if I don't, Mr. Jung ?" 

One statement and you could hear gasps from the students who had probably gathered to see today's victim. Well, because no one ever dared to question his intentions and here I was, not only answering back but also mocking him with wallet in his face. 

"You'll regret it." he said, and reached to snatch it. But, I just tiptoed, stretched my hand to put it over my head and raised an eyebrow at him with a teasing smirk. 

To my surprise, he didn't react much. The expression stayed the same, except he started to closer- wait, WAIT ! That's too close !

He came closer to me and as if he was to trap against the lockers, and well, I... did give in for that. 

Because he just slammed his hand on the locker, which made me cower, giving him a chance to take the wallet away, which he did.

He walked away and all I did was stand there, silent. 

I am not going to let this happen, again.

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