seungmin and his group of 8, including him were a bunch of jerks and playboys. they gamble and make bets on girls, but not nerds like you. you've always had a crush on him, but seriously? a playboy? you could do WAY better than that. you've been trying to get over him for ages.. months, even. it was no point anyways, would you really believe his cruel words full of lies?

as you were at your locker, you could feel 8 pairs of eyes staring at you. a pair of them belonged to the moron you had a crush on ever since he transferred. they shared whispers amongst each other as you glared at them. you closed the locker door and walked away. suddenly, you heard subtle footsteps behind you. you were about to kick whoever's balls but THAT someone held you onto your waist with a strong, tight grip. seungmin, with a smirk. an arrogant one.

"feisty, aren't you?"