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! chapter two ─── ʚĭɞ

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Miyeon slept through the majority of the weekend, and still felt incredibly tired when her alarm woke her on Monday morning. It was a pity - she was waking from her only good couple of hours of sleep all weekend.

Being in Seoul had seemed to impact her in more ways than just whilst awake. Even her sleep had been impacted by it, and despite the jet lag getting the best of her at times, it was never for more than a couple of hours at a time.

A few minutes after the alarm rang the girl finally dragged herself out of bed, changing into the uniform that Eunjoo had hung from the doors of her wardrobe. The room felt almost like it used to, but it had the strange feeling like a hotel room - like it was hers but not entirely.

Miyeon was still getting used to being back in Seoul, and she was sure that she wouldn't really feel like she used to for a long while. But the best she could do was deal with it. And so, after doing her skincare and applying the slightest bit of makeup, she headed downstairs, ready to talk to Eunjoo about her usual questions whilst eating breakfast and then leaving.

Miyeon round the corner, all smiles to greet her housekeeper good morning. But the smile faded, as she saw that she wouldn't be eating alone that morning.

Miyeon's father, a man named Sangwon, was currently sat at the table, a variety of dishes set out in front of her. "Miyeon - how lovely to see you. Unfortunately, I do have to leave soon, but please, have a seat." He said, glancing up from his phone for just a moment.

"Good morning." Miyeon said, rather shortly as she slipped into the seat opposite her father. Eunjoo quickly served her a bowl of rice, gesturing to the endless variety of side dishes around her. "I'm not very hungry anymore."  Miyeon shook her head, beginning to eat some of the rice.

"Miyeon, I made time in my busy schedule so that we could sit down and have breakfast before your first day of school. At least show some respect and have some of the side dishes." Sangwon said, looking sternly across of his daughter.

"I never asked you to do that. I would have happily ate alone. I haven't seen you or Mom since I arrived on Friday - and you're the people who wanted me to come back here." Miyeon replied, Sangwon clearly disapproving of her outburst.

"Neither me nor your mother considered our schedules for your return. It's for your own good, now, eat up." He said, before his phone began to ring. "I need to answer this. I expect to see food gone when I return."

The man stalked off, leaving Miyeon at the table. She instantly got up, picking up her bag and heading towards the door, only stopping because Eunjoo suddenly appeared.

"Sorry I couldn't warn you, he arrived late last night and I only found out this morning. Are you sure you won't eat anything - you barely ate anything this weekend." Eunjoo asked, before holding out a box. "I packed you a few snacks - I expect it to be eaten."

"Thank you.." Miyeon smiled. "But I need to leave before he comes back. I just don't really want to see him." She trailed off, hoping Eunjoo understood.

Of course the housekeeper did, and she walked along with Miyeon until she had left the gates, wishing her good luck for her first day. Miyeon had refused to let her father send the car with her in to school and back, and so she was taking the bus.

She was the slightest bit early, but when she got on, scanning the card that had been prepared for her parents seemingly weeks in advance, she realised just how full it was.

After looking around a little bit, she noticed a seat nearish the back, and with no other chooses, she went to sit in it, ignoring the words from the boys sat behind her on her looks, knowing they would do the exact same thing to every other girl who was remotely pretty.

The drive from her bus stop to school wasn't too long, and soon enough Miyeon was getting off of the bus and making her way up the long path to the school, amongst other students wearing the same uniform. It almost felt normal - if she could ignore all the whispers of the other students.

She was the final part of the remaining three, and Miyeon didn't even know why she hadn't considered the outcome of her returning to school would be this. She continued walking, accidentally brushing past a few people, now in a hurry to get to the office so that she could get the things she needed to and then get to class, where people would still stare but it wouldn't be as much.

But then she heard a motorcycle. And her heart dropped.

It was just her being paranoid - anyone could ride a motorcycle, tons of people her age had them. And so, trying to ease the strange feeling she had in her stomach, but the motorcycle moved past her and came to a stop just in front of her, the rider pulling off his helmet and stopping her in her tracks.

Miyeon felt sick. She had wanted to avoid him as long as she could, but it seemed like nothing was on her side. But then it got worse.

Because walking past her was Lee Suho, who clearly hadn't seen her yet. And he was about to walk past Han Seojun. "Oh gosh." She breathed out, clutching the straps to her bag and wondering what she could do.

She couldn't just turn around and go home - she had to go into school. But it seemed that her entrances were blocked, Seojun and Suho having their strange staring contest thing.

Miyeon stepped forward, swaying slightly on her feet, her eyes locked on the two boys. But then it got even worse, as they both looked towards her and froze.

The cold look on each of their faces grew even colder, and Miyeon had never felt so uncomfortable. But whilst they were frozen, she seemed to have gotten her ability to walk back and so she stepped forward, pushing past them and into the building.

Leaving multiple onlookers feeling just as uncomfortable.