Tae Yeon was so caught up in her anger that she barely noticed pushing through the glass doors and the gust of wind signifying her exit from the building; so caught up in the rage threatening to boil over inside of her that she walked straight past Min Kyung where he sat in his car. So overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of rage that she missed his look of amusement as she stormed past, and when he slammed his fist onto the horn she jumped at the sudden noise, jolting out of it.

Her head whipped round, hair flinging wildly and as her eyes locked with his she halted and her mood darkened. Oblivious of this, Min Kyung drove to where she stood on the pavement, and she crossed her arms across her chest; eyes narrowing.

How much trouble am I in because of you? Thanks to you I ran into Young Do on his first day back. Thanks to you I worried about his bruises because they reminded me of yours.

I was in a bad mood when Young Do approached me just now because of our conversation at lunch; and possibly overreacted.

I was defensive of Myung Soo ranking 100th because I remember all the horrible things the girls in our year said about you.

Maybe Young Do was right, she mused. I care too much about stupid boys.

Min Kyung appraised her stance through the rolled down window. His eyes roved upwards until they were locked on hers and they were engaged in a staring match. Not the first one that had occurred in all of their friendship, but Tae Yeon didn't have the patience for it right now.

The exit to Jeguk High was deserted; then again everything seemed deserted nowadays. The bell for end of school had rung a while ago, meaning that the crush of people rushing to get home in order to study more or invest in more stocks had already left – and the remaining students had mostly gathered to watch her and Young Do's exchange and had failed to follow her out due to fear.

Nevertheless, she wasn't too keen on spending too much time standing next to Min Kyung's car, audience or not – especially not when it was very expensive and a social welfare student would be completely out of place standing next to. He reached over to the passenger side and pushed the door open.

Their relationship was at such a stage that the get in was unspoken.

"I wasn't joking when I said I would key your car, and if you thought that I was you're gambling a lot Min Kyung."

Min Kyung sighed and leant back in his seat, clearly as exasperated with her as she was with him; one of his hands remained on the steering wheel. "I didn't think you were, but unfortunately it's a risk I'll have to take. Besides, even if you do key my car, I'm sure that your oppa will give me compensation."

Tae Yeon clutched her head and massaged her temples, and the urge to whip her keys out of her bag and drag them across the red metal was overwhelming. She was still riled up from her and Young Do's argument, and remembered her mother scolding her for her tendencies.

"You get too involved in everything, you get in trouble. You care too much, you're too emotional."

Her mother had more than implied that she wouldn't survive here.

So was sending me here some kind of lesson? Because it's learnt, let me go back.

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you Min Kyung."

"If you're still upset over lunch - "

"You spent forty minutes talking to me just to drop that - "

"I was trying to ease you into it." His brows furrowed. "Did you eat?"

Tae Yeon ignored his question. "How did the easing me into it go for you?"

She glared. Min Kyung mocked her and squinted back.

"Just get in."

"I said - "

Min Kyung waved a hand at her and patted the passenger seat. "You're clearly pissed off about something, and as much as I think that - "

Tae Yeon made a strangled noise, interrupting him before he could say the name she knew was coming.

Min Kyung held his hands up in defense.

"As much as I think that he would be happy to know you're still so affected by him; I doubt you're still angry about what I told you two hours ago. Although you can hold incredible grudges, you never let them rise so close to the surface. You're pissed at something else, and if you just get in the car I'll take you home so that you can calm down and don't end up strangling some obnoxious boy on the bus."

Tae Yeon didn't move, Min Kyung sighed.

"We don't have to talk about it, okay? I promise I won't ever bring it up ever again," he made a motion of zipping his lips closed. "I just thought that you would want to know."

Tae Yeon relented, and she felt her whole body sag as she exhaled a sigh. Sliding into the car seat, she fastened her seatbelt and closed her eyes as Min Kyung started the engine.

"I know I said we didn't have to talk about it – but this is an entirely unrelated question. Do you want me to beat that guy up? Because his face is kind of creeping me out," he asked as he adjusted the mirror, pressing down gently on the acceleration pedal.

Tae Yeon's eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright. "What guy?"

Min Kyung jerked his thumb over his shoulder, and gestured to the rearview mirror. "That one."

Tae Yeon twisted round in her seat, just to see two figures perched on the second floor balcony. One clinging relentlessly to the others' arm, and the taller figure looked incredibly satisfied with what he saw.

There, smirking down at her in a car that was far too expensive for a non-new money student like her, looking like a cat that had caught the moues struggling in a trap as he slowly disappeared into the distance – was Choi Young Do.

Fuck.

Young Do prefers not to strike immediately. He likes his victims to suffer for a prolonged amount of time – likes to let them know that his attack is coming; that they can do nothing to stop it. Likes them to know that it is coming – to let them live in constant suspense. He likes his anger to stew and stagnate, so that they can smell it in the air. To wait until the seed of discontent blooms into a large, ugly flower.

So he procrastinates on his retaliation on Tae Yeon, instead focusing on the car he'd seen her enter. The pieces begin to fit together in his mind, and he recalls the first thing he'd ever heard her say. Hissing into her phone about being late thanks to someone's driving. He'd tried to dredge up the name from the murky depths of his memory in order to follow it and see where it lead.

Something like Min Kyung.

That's what Young Do assumes it was, but his searches on the internet wield nothing.

Rich enough to have a nice car, yet not rich enough to be famous.

Young Do awaits for Tae Yeon to confront him first, he knows that she caught him watching her; knows that she knows he is always watching. She makes no move however, and instead Young Do is pleasantly – although not all that surprised – to find Eun Sang confronting him about it instead. It's been almost a week since their confrontation in the hallways, since he stopped talking to Tae Yeon, and the turn in date for their English presentation is coming up tomorrow.

Young Do shuts his locker on an early Monday morning to see Eun Sang there, and for once Tan's arm is not wrapped possessively around her. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she is looking at him in a way he assumes she thinks is intimidating.

It's really not.

"Young Do," Eun Sang starts, jabbing him in the chest. It's rather difficult for him to take her seriously when her mouth is scrunched up in a way that is quite adorable; and her finger only bounces off of him. "You need to leave Tae Yeon alone."

Of course, how silly to think that you might have actually wanted to talk to me.

Just as Young Do had predicted, the rumours about what he'd said about Myung Soo had spread like wildfire. Young Do had ignored them all, and instead focused on extinguishing the flames that Tae Yeon had started. There were no harsh feelings between him and Myung Soo; mainly due to the fact Young Do had done him a favour in exchange for his forgiveness.

Everyone else regarded them warily, and he'd expected one of the girls – be it Bo Na or Eun Sang – to interfere. Chan Young and Tan must have held them back, although Tan had still given him a strict lecture.

You're one to talk to me about friendships.

Tae Yeon had been around, and it was hard to ignore her. Hard to ignore her when she sat next to him and he could smell her freshly washed hair, her perfume when she raised her hand to ask a question and it wafted towards them. If Young Do didn't know any better he'd say he might be attracted to her – the idea was ridiculous.

They hadn't exchanged any words since their altercation, and yet Young Do was hyperaware of her. He was still looking for weaknesses to exploit, thinking of a suitable revenge to exact on her.

Up until now, he'd come up mostly short.

His searches for Min Kyung had upturned no dark secrets, and neither had his inquests into Kang Tae Yeon. No dirt, no reason for her transfer: nothing. Young Do had contemplated asking his lawyer for help, but had eventually decided against it.

This was a battle that he would take joy from completing by himself.

Tan had taken a completely neutral point of view at the start of his talking to – however by the end of their conversation it became apparent that he was taking Tae Yeon's side.

He missed the days when Tan's loyalty was unwavering.

"You need to end this Young Do," Tan had said, after he had shooed away the remaining stragglers with an air of confidence that logically the son of a mistress had no right to possess.

Nevertheless, all the bystanders who'd followed him and Myung Soo to the balcony had scrammed instantly – and Young Do found himself wondering who the real King of Jeguk High was.

Surely I could take you, Jeguk inheritance or not.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Young Do said slyly, swiveling on his heel and walking away. Tan's telltale shoes gave away the fact that he was following him as they made their way down the hall.

His mind was still whirling about the situation he'd caught Tae Yeon in, the look on her face that had resembled a deer caught in the headlights.

At least Tan had pretended to be on his side in the beginning, whereas Eun Sang's betrayal was far more obvious. Young Do wrapped his hand around Eun Sang's wrist and lowered it to her side.

"I need to leave her alone? Haven't you heard? She's the one who picked a fight with me."

Eun Sang exhaled, and when she did a piece of her hair blew out of her face. "I don't believe you. I know your games, Young Do. She's the new transfer student, and she said she wasn't new money. I understand that. But don't you think it's time to put all that behind you? To stop picking on the new students?"

Young Do huffed a laugh, and Eun Sang didn't look the least bit scared.

Perhaps you really have outgrown your fear of me.

"Don't you know?"

Eun Sang's brow furrowed.

Young Do laughed. "You're so quick to take her side, I'm hurt. I won't hold it against you, probably. Last week, Tae Yeon was seen getting into a very expensive car after school."

Her brow furrowed even further. "If you're suggesting that Tae Yeon has a driver, that's ridiculous. She takes the bus to school with me."

He snorted, and took joy at how confused Eun Sang looked.

You make people question my belief in my friends Kang Tae Yeon, I'll question your friend's beliefs in you.

"Don't be ridiculous. People with drivers don't get into the passenger seat, and that car was far too expensive for a driver. I thought you were getting good at putting clues together Eun Sang. Maybe you should take some lessons from Bo Na."

"Young Do, you really need to stop talking in riddles. Whatever excuse you're about to give is irrelevant. Leave her alone," Eun Sang said, and as she turned on her heel Young Do caught her wrist again.

His heart didn't jump at the contact like it used to.

"That car was the type people drive for enjoyment. The type of car rich people drive when they have places to go. I'm not saying she has a driver; I'm saying that she has friends in rich places. Rich enough to buy cars for enjoyment. She has connections, very very good connections by the looks of it. And you still don't think she's dangerous?"

Eun Sang struggled against his hold and he released her.

That's all my life is. People struggling against me and me releasing them when I've had enough. I wonder if anyone will ever be brave enough not to fight against me.

He remembers Tae Yeon from last week, and how she hadn't been scared in the slightest as he glared at her from up close.

"You still don't see?" He questions as Eun Sang continues to look indignant. " She's not just some poor girl that I'm picking on. I don't want to bully her, I want to battle with her; and your friend's already started it."

Eun Sang had looked disgusted before stalking off.

What a relief we never became what I wanted. If you are so easily disgusted by this alone, what will you think when you learn everything about me?

Young Do's silence didn't bother Tae Yeon in the slightest. If anything, she took slight satisfaction from the fact that his attempts to make her squirm were failing completely. If Young Do thought that this would make her feel insecure, he was incredibly mistaken. Tae Yeon was the master of the cold shoulder, and she played – and won – the silent game with her mother constantly.

The last time she had spoken with her mother had been when she'd told Tae Yeon that she would be transferring to Jeguk – and before that they hadn't spoken for at least four months after she'd informed Tae Yeon of her intentions to find her a husband.

Forcing her to attend public events and making polite conversation with her to maintain a good image was not included.

In fact if anything, Tae Yeon preferred silence to anything else. Her and Young Do had barely exchanged a hello or get out of my way since their argument; and instead she'd enjoyed talking to the rest of them and ignoring Young Do's pointed looks in her direction. They'd had multiple staring contests since then – all of which had filled Tae Yeon with amusement.

Tae Yeon was reveling in her lack of arguing with Young Do, and so far it had been a week since he'd last spoken to her. If he thought that she was just masking her discomfort, he was so wrong it was laughable and Tae Yeon had given him far too much credit.

Hopefully, he wouldn't talk to her for at least another month, and by the time he realized that she wasn't put off in the slightest she'd have had too long of a holiday from him to allow him to make a comeback.

Unfortunately, it doesn't last for as long as she'd wanted. The peaceful silence is over all too quickly for her liking. He may not have been speaking directly to her, but he'd made various hints towards her and about her, hoping to crawl under her skin like a cockroach under a carpet. Tae Yeon had paid him no attention: she'd had to deal with her fair share of bullies and vicious words before.

I've known monsters twice the size of you Choi Young Do. If you think that you're anything new to me, you are so mistaken I almost feel sorry for you.

It's Tuesday again, and they're starting the day with English. Their projects are due and her and Myung Soo had finished preparing on Sunday. Granted, the task probably would have been done a lot of quicker if she'd completed it on her own; but Myung Soo had insisted on doing his 'fair' share of work and had managed to distract her so that it took twice as long.

Not that Tae Yeon minded all that much, his company as enjoyable and they'd managed to construct a presentation that would play to both of their strengths.

Tae Yeon's was her ability to speak impeccable English; and Myung Soo's his incredible talent for overreacting. It wasn't difficult to come up with a concoction using the two – one that wouldn't threaten her ranking (not that she really cared all that much, if anything she'd expected better competition from Jeguk high's prestige students) but didn't rely entirely on her.

It's this Tuesday that Young Do finally breaks his silence. Tae Yeon mourns it; because this marks the return of incessant quips and trips and the daily construction of her mask. After taking such a long break from donning it she knows it would know rest heavily and uncomfortably on her skin. For once he's not staring at her in homeroom, and despite her better instincts she feels herself relax slightly – trying not to dwell on the idea of his probable counterstrike.

She takes the opportunity to examine him: the harsh planes of his face, the slouch of his shoulders as he sinks so low into his chair that they almost appear to be the same height.

Tae Yeon writes about him in her notebook, describing the sharp angles and the raised eyebrows, the hard shell of his hair as it sits atop his head. She does it without thinking, and then looks down only to realize that she'd been unconsciously comparing him to someone else. Someone she swore she would never even think about again – the last person who'd dared to mess with her.

Tae Yeon scribbles the lines out harshly, creating deep grooves in the pages that she instantly regrets. The girls in front of her turn around at the sound of pen scratching, and stare at her as if she's crazy. She sticks her tongue out at them, not caring that it's incongruous with her cold act. They turn around when their English teacher enters and Tae Yeon sinks back into her chair in relief; her façade sagging.

Turning back to look at Young Do, she realizes that he's now grinning far too widely at her, as if he'd caught her staring. She'd caught him multiple times and he'd refused to be bashful, so she returns the favour.

Perhaps our teacher's entrance wasn't the reason for your sudden disinterest.

Young Do's grinning like he had when he'd caught her in Min Kyung's expensive car, and the fact that he's privy to knowledge of her best friend makes her skin crawl because she knows that as soon as they resume whatever game they're playing he'll dangle the knowledge over her head like bait. Min Kyung has enough problems on his plate without having to deal with Tae Yeon's latest nuisance.

The teacher announces that their presentations are due then, and that they are to take it in turn presenting. Tae Yeon finally breaks eye contact, realizing that she'd prolonged it by a ridiculous amount. Her blood announces it's desire to rush to her cheeks in embarrassment but she refuses. Her skin will remain uncoloured, unblemished, unmarked – like the doll her mother had always yearned to play with.

It had taken a lot of facials, treatments and creams (and a lot of pushing from her mother_ for Tae Yeon to reach this stage, for her mother to finally be satisfied that she had enough to find a suitable husband.

As if you would know anything about what a suitable husband would be.

Tae Yeon doesn't always mind that much, there's something comforting and therapeutic about applying makeup; even if it's just so that no one can scrutinize her pores without getting close enough for her to punch them in the face. Her makeup's miniscule in comparison to the layers everyone else dons here, because despite her mother's desires she's not eager to reel in a stupid boy to do her bidding.

Young Do trailing after me seeking revenge is annoying enough.

Plus, Tae Yeon doesn't always need her physical barriers to replicate her complex mental ones.

"Tae Yeon-ssi should go first Teacher," Young Do chimes suddenly and Tae Yeon realizes that she hasn't been paying attention. Their teacher looks completely gobsmacked by the concept of Young Do paying enough attention in her class to comment on something. "Considering she's new and ranked first; she should show all of us her capabilities and set a good example."

Myung Soo is looking distraught in her peripheral vision, and Tae Yeon scoffs because it is isn't the first indirect comment that Young Do's made that week – and if anything it's lacking in punch.

I expected more from you, or were you not embarrassed enough?

"That's a good point Teacher," some girl with blonde hair sitting in the front of the class agrees. The girl glances back in Tae Yeon's direction as if she's anticipating Young Do's approval. However she's greatly disappointed because Young Do just sends the girl a withering look.

Tae Yeon stands obediently when the teacher agrees and asks them to start, and she thinks that she might have to drag Myung Soo from his chair to stand next to her. Young Do's already done this when she's looked though, and has snatched the crudely concealed phone out of Myung Soo's hands from where he'd been playing on it, and is shoving him to his feet. Tae Yeon rolls her eyes as they walk through the aisles to the front, the teacher sitting herself at her desk ready to assess them.

"Good luck jagiya," Young Do announces, lifting his fist in a fighting gesture and her jaw clenches unwillingly.

The fact that her jaw clenches only reaffirms Young Do's ideas. Twice he's called her jagiya, sweetheart, and twice she's tensed at the nickname. There must be something off about it, and Young Do indulges himself in the thought of some tragic, love story consisting of lots of lusting and resulting in heartbreak. Young Do decides that this is as good a name as any to call her.

Even better than calling you the classic transfer student, aren't you lucky?

Their classmates' curiosity is peaked at this demonstrated familiarity between them, and it's akin to lighting match in a gas chamber. The class is already prepared to examine her performance - a newcomer ranking first not taken lightly by the student body. Much like prey they are ready to pounce as soon as Tae Yeon missteps and her blood spills on the obscenely white flooring, ready to exploit all of her flaws.

I hope you prepared well Tae Yeon-ah, don't you know how many people are ready to see you trip?

He places his hands behind his head, prepared to enjoy the show as the off-task chatter roars pleasingly in his ears, words pointed towards him, towards her; speculating about their relationship. Tae Yeon looks quite livid.

At least I don't disappoint when it comes to irritating you.

"Yah," Myung Soo claps his hands abruptly. "You all better listen up or I'll photoshop your faces to show what you looked like before plastic surgery." The classroom falls silent at this threat and Myung Soo looks pleased to have made his contribution.

"What if we're just naturally handsome?" Young Do inquires, and before Myung Soo can respond - his face already contorted into a ridiculous expression - a retort is rolling off of Tae Yeon's tongue.

"He'll remove your eyebrows and we'll see if people still think you're pretty."

Young Do swears he could hear blood splatter on the ground it is now that quiet.

Their teacher coughs to reaffirm her presence, looking uneasy, and Young Do remembers all of the times he's caused a scene in her classroom. She's telling them to begin, and it's incredibly convenient because the room has fallen impeccably silent; and now Tae Yeon and Myung Soo's audience is comprised of people glowering and looking at her disbelievingly.

Tae Yeon clears her throat, tugging on her blazer sleeves and swiftly moving her hair to rest on her right shoulder; exposing her neck.

Don't you know better than to so willingly show me a weak spot?

Part of Young Do wants to litter her neck with his marks, to prove that she does in fact belong to him; because there's no denying that she's pretty with her cold looks and her immature behaviour. But even more of him wants to make her bend to his will and break, until one of them switches schools or one of them is embarrassed to the point of no return.

He doesn't want to kiss her - just play with her.

Even more he wants to know about her.

Myung Soo is bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet and Tae Yeon reaches out a hand to halt him, and when he stills the teacher declares that they can begin.

When Tae Yeon opens her mouth and speaks, Young Do feels his jaw pop open and quickly shuts it.

Because Tae Yeon glances briefly at the notecards in her hand (Young Do knows that they are from Myung Soo due to the ludicrous colour) and then announces, in perfect English, "Today Myung Soo and I will talk to you about Much Ado About Nothing - a play written by Shakespeare that explores quite an interesting relationship between characters, as well as exploring what the typical ideas of women are. We will be discussing the main characters, the setting, and some of the words that may seem unfamiliar in the text due to their forms."

Her voice is smooth and even, not the slightest bit choppy unlike their actual English teacher. Her words don't have the telltale Korean lilt to them, and she is using words from an extensive vocabulary and they flow so well that Young Do knows she has an incredible understanding of them in order to use them in this way.

Everyone shifts a little straighter in their seats at this, Young Do included.

I knew that you were talented; after all you've proved to be quite the actress what with your various personalities. But I never thought your talents could extend this far.

The rest of their presentation proves to be a success, with Tae Yeon and Myung Soo exceeding everyone's expectations because their teacher looks like she is frozen in place. Tae Yeon's English is perfect, enough to rival Lee Bo Na's, and although her words aren't entirely out of their class' understanding, it's definitely pushing the boundaries. Myung Soo and her explain everything clearly but entertainingly, with Myung Soo employing his drama skills and having the class laughing as they act out scenes and explain characters, relating the unknown words to Korean - not revealing too much so that they know what the book is about, but just enough to actually spike interest.

Young Do knows that he's smart, his IQ proves as much, but even then most of his English experience is limited to business terms, not academic ones - so he finds even his mind has to work harder in order to understand what she's saying. By the time they're finished Myung Soo is grasping onto Tae Yeon's hand and they are bowing, and most of their class are so shocked that they actually clap and Myung Soo's wrapping his arms tightly around Tae Yeon and squealing because they actually were sort of successful.

Were you right? Do I underestimate Myung Soo's capabilities?

Young Do is still unsure of what exactly just happened when Tae Yeon finally brushes past him to return to her seat, and finally his mind catches up to the events that just transpired. Because Tae Yeon speaks English, speaks English without an accent. Speaks it fluently by the sound of it, without stumbling over her words and Young Do knows that his father would hire her in a second because he's constantly wanting to expand his business to Europe and that requires making business transactions in English, without sounding like someone trying too hard and Young Do feels a pang of jealousy, and then anger because he'd wanted her to fall and fail; and she'd succeeded beyond belief.

I've asked once, and I'll ask again. Who are you?

At break Tae Yeon is being spun around by Myung Soo until she begins to look queasy, and Young Do is quite impressed at Myung Soo's stamina. Then again, she's still smaller than him – which is impressive in its own right – so it's not all that difficult of a task. Her face is flushed and she is panting slightly, and Young Do barely resists the urge to make a crude comment.

"Kang Tae Yeon, I am in love with you," Myung Soo announces. "Will you be my third love?"

Tae Yeon strokes her chin thoughtfully as Bo Na and Eun Sang laugh. Chan Young is rolling his eyes and Tan looks mildly impressed; possibly still musing over her performance like Young Do is.

Today marks the day that he'd begun to launch into his attack, signified by him resuming talking to her. Even if he hasn't had all the kinks in his plan worked out, he at least has a rough outline. It also marks Myung Soo's first ever A Grade – even when copying off of Young Do he'd only ever scraped a C. the teacher had handed them their assessment sheet back, and announced that they scored full marks.

Myung Soo had leapt out of his chair in celebration, emitting a high pitched squeal, and then when the bell rung to release them he'd grabbed Tae Yeon's hands and they'd flitted out of the classroom without a glance backwards. All of the presentations after them had been dull and droll, stumbling over their words nervously knowing that there was nothing they could do to compare to the unexpected success of Tae Yeon and Myung Soo.

It was all repetitive and boring, information found in books and obtained from private tutors – nothing like the informative entertainment that their predecessors had provided.

The only other briefly interesting event had been when the teacher had given him a detention for not participating.

"That depends, what can you offer me in return?"

What a great business woman you would make.

Myung Soo drums his fingers on the wooden table, and Young Do has to squint harshly against the sunlight in order to make out his expression. So far no one's questioned Tae Yeon's impressive knowledge of the language, even if he'd expected at least Bo Na to ask, only if because she'd finally been bested by someone. Even with Bo Na and Tan's experience in America the words sound alien falling from their lips.

It sounds natural to Tae Yeon, and once again Young Do is reminded of the fact that she writes in another language, curses in another language - and he's never been lucky enough to catch it. Now he wonders if it was English, and if her friendship with expensive car boy extends so much that they can send her to school abroad to obtain this.

Because what kind of girl rides the bus to school but can afford private tutors to teach her English?

"An invitation to a club," Myung Soo says, and snaps his fingers. "I was going to ask you anyway, but now we can celebrate. I'm the DJ," Myung Soo adds, holding up his fingers over his eyes in an attempt to be cute.

Young Do remembers the event, because he'd completely forgotten. Especially since he'd been so overtaken by planning his methods for Tae Yeon's downfalls he'd forgotten about Myung Soo's gig.

Tae Yeon squirms in her seat slightly as Bo Na claps. "I completely forgot about that, what time are you picking me up Chan Young?"

Chan Young looks up from whatever book he's reading, and Young Do decides that being able to focus on anything whilst Bo Na blabbers on next to him is nothing short of a miracle. "You said you and Eun Sang were going together," he reminds and Eun Sang laughs.

"Am I that easily forgettable?"

"Yes," Bo Na deadpans and Tan flicks her ear. They're about to engage in an argument when Myung Soo slams his hands on the table - upset that attention has been drawn away from him.

"Will you come Tae Yeonie?"

"When?"

"It starts eight o'clock tonight."

Tae Yeon's brows raise. "It's a Tuesday."

Myung Soo shrugs. "The club is new, and it's its' opening; they're going for a niche sort of thing, opening on a weekday."

"Sounds like they're trying to attract delinquents to skip school," Young Do comments.

"You're coming right, oppa?"

"Of course," Young Do says, and it really is obvious. Where Jo Myung Soo goes, more often that not Young Do (albeit reluctantly) follows. Luckily enough for him, Myung Soo hadn't been too put out when the gossip had reached him and he'd dismissed it easily.

"Just let me take some photos of you for my portfolio and I'll forgive you," Myung Soo says, as if Young Do doesn't already know that he's been forgiven. "You make a classic villain."

"I don't know," Tae Yeon trails, and she looks uncomfortable as attention suddenly swivels towards her and for once the reaction seems out of place.

"Do you already have plans?" Eun Sang inquires.

"No it's just - " Tae Yeon searches for words. "It's a Tuesday night, it seems a little - "

"Boring?" Tan cuts in.

When did the two of you become so close?

"Perhaps."

"You have to come," Myung Soo whines. "It's one of my gigs and I know it will be fun if you're there."

"What kind of club is it?" Tae Yeon asks, and she's fidgeting with her phone that she's taken from her pocket now, as if contemplating messaging someone.

Who do you want to talk to so badly? Who do you need to tell your plans to?

"A good one, they'd have to be to hire me," Myung Soo winks.

"Myung Soo's a good DJ," Chan Young offers.

"I play excellent dance music."

Something clicks in Tae Yeon. "I'll be there," she says, and for some reason this excites Bo Na.

"Excellent, you can come to my house to get ready together," Bo Na says, bouncing on the bench and Chan Young's face lights up at the sight of his girlfriend.

Disgusting.

"Eun Sang's coming home with me, you can come too," she offers and Tae Yeon hesitates.

The idea of Tae Yeon being swarmed by an incessant Bo Na is entertaining and he chuckles lowly. Tae Yeon's eyes harden as she looks at him.

"It's a bit early isn't it?" Tae Yeon asks and Bo Na shrugs.

"We can just hang out and have some girl time, I haven't had any since Ye Sol transferred and Eun Sang's rather useless," she says and Eun Sang isn't even bothered enough to look affronted. "Plus you can tell me about your English, and we can have fun."

Tae Yeon reluctantly nods, and the way she's still glancing at her phone gives Young Do the impression that she has prior arrangements that she is too polite to mention due to Bo Na's excitement and Myung Soo's insistence. "Just let me text my friend to tell him he doesn't have to come to school later."

She swipes at her phone and diverts it away from Young Do so that he can't see her passcode.

Ever so cautious.

"I thought you took the bus," Young Do says, because although he's willing to pry at her superior knowledge, he's even more willing to pry at her friend with the car. Especially with how she's now glaring even worse at him and looking rather uncomfortable.

"I do, but sometimes this friend comes to pick me up despite me telling him not to. He's annoying, headstrong, smart but acts like an idiot. Annoying. You know the type," Tae Yeon tilts her head to the side and looks pointedly at Young Do.

Tan is looking incredibly entertained.

"Your friend has a nice car," Young Do comments, and Tae Yeon doesn't say anything.

"You have a nice face, be a shame if it became bruised."

Eun Sang laughs.

Let's see if you're this confident outside of school Kang Tae Yeon. You're good at hiding, hiding yourself, your weaknesses, your talents, your friends.

You seem to like to dance. Let's see how long you can dance around this subject before I make it difficult. I waited too long to play my card with Tan; I'll try not to make the same mistake again.

Aaaaand these chapters are getting progressively shorter. Only this time it's mainly because I cut out the actual club scenes for the next chapter so this is going to be a chapter longer than anticipated - which is good because I'm trying to get a lout out of the way. This is a filler chapter (because come on, everyone needs one of those) mainly because next chapter things are going to get interesting re: Tae Yeon's financial status. You can probably guess where that's going.

I promise that Min Kyung does actually serve a purpose instead of just being there (although I love him, and if you've ever seen School 2013 I imagine him as something like Go Nam Soon) and the person that they refer to as him is important towards the end. At least in my opinion.

What do you guys thinK? Any theories? Think I'm pushing Min Kyung too hard considering we know next to nothing about him?

Or any noticeable errors because I'm too lazy to spellcheck most of it?

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