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Again I woke up sleepy, all I wanted was to go back to the sheets and not go to school, but with the constant calls from the housekeeper arguing that I’ll be late, such dream was out of my reach. If I don't obey, as my father finds out about this, my allowance will be seriously affected.
I gathered up all my will, entered the shower and in a matter of minutes I was already dressed in the appropriate uniform: black shirt with the Seonam academy emblem, matching pleated skirt; Red wine tie and beret and jacket (red wine in normal situations and black for gala ceremonies). I went down to the dining room with the class that should distinguish my family and that by the way I detest a lot, this presumption doesn’t go with me and even so I must act in this way.
There, as expected, my father was sipping his orange juice with almost cynical parsimony. I assure that this is one of the few hours that we see each other a day and logically the most detested by me, but of course this torture is only when Hyunjoong is not on a business trip and I wonder, why is he here today?
- Yoohyeon… you must take better care of your schedules. I don’t want you to be late for dinner this afternoon, punctuality is something appreciable... and please try to wear the uniform in a presentable way- He looked at me with a somewhat scrutinizing gesture, let's say that the stripped shirt doesn’t help me in my defense.
- I know, father... - I mentioned placing the clothes appropriately, to then focus my attention on my breakfast, I think he doesn't care much about my punctuality and that I can assure you, he cares more about how I look, I'm just an ornament for him.
- And as for other things ... How is your friendship with Gahyeon? – Since when he cares if I have friends? What's more, it seems strange to me that she knows the name of one of them...
- It’s fine… - I muttered, pretending not to pay much attention to it
- It is necessary that you are more than fine with her... I’m dealing with a very important business with her father and I would like you to help me… just a little bit... - he expressed casually, but I would not let him continue like this.
- Just speak straight father... I don't want to be late - I looked directly into those brown eyes, or what those black strands allowed me to see. But the most annoying thing of all is that he and I are the same in appearance, that if we don’t count that I’m a girl and I have long hair. Well, I'm her daughter after all.
- I don't think that bookworm would be a problem for you… just do your “thing”, you know what I'm talking about - it annoyed me that he called my friend that way, but he outraged me even more with what he was implying.
- She's my friend, that has to be enough... and I tell you that I don't like the way we negotiate in our family, the bed doesn't seem like the most appropriate place - Direct, I was more than direct, but what else could I say? It was necessary to be firm, that I’m not a merchandise that is sold.
- I don't care how you do it, you know that she has great influence on her father... Lee Minho is somewhat reluctant with the contract, but since he assures that his daughter is a genius, it’s she who he consults all the decisions he makes... I have thought that perhaps you can enter the business world, as my heiress, it’s time for you to take an interest in family matters - He smirked and I already knew what was coming, he knows perfectly my weak point, we would soon deal with the taboo subject, my mother.
- Your mother would be proud if she sees that thanks to you this important business has been gestated... you don't want her to be sad, right? - And her serious expression, although full of an almost annoying conviction, made it clear to me that he really is threatening me - I don't think you need to take her to your bed to secure the contract, I leave that to your choice... but if is necessary, for the sake of Minyoung... you will
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I was going at full speed on my motorcycle through the streets of Seoul trying to arrive on time, the anger still didn’t leave my body, and the accelerator was already paying the consequences of my feelings. Hyunjoong is a… How dare he ask me to seduce my best friend? What part of IS my best FRIEND was not clear to him! But if he thinks I'm going to do it, he's wrong. I know mother will understand. If we add that I’m late for the “fraternal talk” and that every damn traffic light crosses my path is on red, my anger isn’t decreasing and it will not do it in a while. It is a nuisance that the academy is somewhat far away.
I entered the great gate of the academy, it is necessary to accelerate a little more if I want to cross the entrance garden in at least two minutes. In the distance I can make out the huge building of the main tower, where the directors of this institute resides, so I’m not far away, there is little left to access the parking lots next to the huge garden that is just the beginning of the small grove of cherry trees; In the middle of the garden there is a very long fountain, although not very deep, it’s full of sea flowers and there must be even fishes, I don't know for sure. Next to it is the parking lot, don't ask me but it’s a strange place to put a parking lot. In fact, if I think that I’m one of the few, not to say the only person who doesn’t live here (in the dormitories for the students) and who uses this type of vehicle to get here being able to use a limousine, then I will say that this place exists by mere formalism...
I turned at the last curve to enter the parking lot at the end of the cherry trees and yes, as expected of my luck. I saw a strange silhouette right in front, I braked all the way, my hand even hurt; I don’t run over the person but I do skid. I’m sure that my leg is not a good shock absorber, nor does it serve as a brake, but the pavement did not think the same, when my beautiful skin was spread like paint on it. The skidding didn’t stop until I hit the tiny wall of the fountain and if misfortune pursued me, which it did, I fell into the unpleasant waters of the fountain. I felt the wounds burn worse than third degree burn, is that just thinking about it I must already have a rash and who knows that a thousand other diseases, this water is disgusting.
Maybe it was fate I still don't know, but coincidentally and to my bad luck, not only did I fall into the water, MY MOTORCYCLE TOO! Now please, just kill me, the love of my life (my motorcycle) has died in the dire waters of this dirty pool. God why am I still alive? You have taken away my greatest happiness, in addition my only way of transport, this is the end. I know, I know, my family can replace it, but it is not the same.
I got out of the water cursing under my breath and using all my self-control. I walked to the garden as much as possible since the blood was running down the cut on my left leg, but not only was my leg damaged, the right forearm was also injured and with the burning so screwed I was not aware of myself. I looked over my shoulder, observing the most painful scene, my poor motorcycle, Yuna (Yes, I even named it), it was a disgusting turn, a garbage because of how destroyed it was and apart flooded with water in the middle of flowers and God knows if with fish inside.
- Hey… are you okay? - A worried voice whispered behind me.
- If I'm fine, you ask? I don’t think so! - I repeated the question with fire crossing my veins, I was in a fury, and is that taking off my helmet that already looked like a fish tank because of the water, I got more wet than I was. I turned around and was already devising the insult speech that would befall the poor girl who got in the way. - What kind of fool, stupid ... cross on the... middle... of a parking lot... - I felt that the speech was leaving me as soon as I looked at the person to whom I was speaking, and not only the speech, even the air I was breathing at the time.
If someone searches the encyclopedia and looks up the word ANGEL, they will find the definition of celestial spirit beyond the reach of a mortal being, and attach a photo of the goddess in front of me. It is not that I consider myself ugly, modesty apart from the fact that I am one of the most popular among boys (and some girls) for my attractiveness, in addition to the elegance that at this moment seems to have left me, but this woman is an angel.
Those black eyes like the most beautiful summer night made my blood rush to my face due to the accelerated beating of my heart; that blond hair almost as bright as the sun ... I lie, that hair is brighter than the sun itself, they are long strands of pure gold; Delicate features like the finest porcelain and that skin, as clear as snow, and smooth even though I can't touch it; Her perfect lips, a really tempting red. And if her face is not enough for the same God who now reads my thoughts, the body of an Olympian goddess will make him agree with me when I says that I have not seen anything more well "proportioned" in my life, a sculptural body is what best fits the description. I am already believing that even Venus is envious of her. Fortunate the mortal who has found such a treasure and has made it their own, because I already envy them in more than one way.
- Are you sure you're okay? I see you pale - pale? Moment! Because I was looking at her, I stopped breathing for almost a minute, I noisily catch my breath and to my shame, she smiles.
- Yes ... I'm fine- I mumbled, looking away. - But that does not your business - My edge self comes back here with that arrogant little tone, you can’t dissimulate otherwise, silly brain?
- I don't think so ... just look at you, you're hurt - she murmured in a calm and even maternal voice. Why does she have to be so cute even though I just treated her badly?
It's true, I can't forget who I am and what it means, I'm always trying to push people away. Being close to me is harmful to people, since my father will find a way to use them at his convenience, I thought that Gahyeon would be the exception, but I see that it is not, so I want to push her away, for her well-being.
- It's nothing ... just scratches - I lied, because if it began to affect me, the sure urticaria that I caught at the fountaine and my head hurt a bit. Perhaps my pained expression ruins the convincing of my speech. Then she approached with greater concern, I tried to flee a few steps, but my body did not respond to me.
No! Please don't take my hand… Don’t look me in the eyes in that worried way, don’t remove the strands of hair that get in the way from my face. Don’t look at the blush that covers my cheeks, or at this weakness that takes hold of me. Don’t catch me in your arms when I fall and the blood runs down my fingers, don't caress my face when I think I'm losing consciousness, don't help me, because I don't want to get attached to you.
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It's all so dark and my body feels so heavy, I don't have the strength to move it and then I feel the brush of fingers on my face, they run over me with great delicacy, almost as if I were some precious object for those hands. I make an effort to know who is the owner of such a delicate touch, but opening my eyes now seems so complicated, I’m sure that they have drugged me with some sedative, it is in fact that I don’t feel pain, I hardly feel anything.
When I was finally able to perceive the colors I found myself fully with brown eyes that looked at me anguished, worried despite the glasses that do not allow me to see them directly, her hand on mine holds me firmly, although carefully. Some black hair is lost in the frame of her glasses and for me it is so easy to recognize the person who protects me, my faithful friend, my only friend.
- Gah... yeon...? - I mumbled softly, drawing her attention.
- Yoohyeon! You finally wake up! - She murmured with a sad smile - You have given me the scare of my life ... I saw the accident from the classroom’s window - She didn’t hesitate to hug me and hold my head on her chest, where I could hear that her heartbeat is very accelerated.
- What happened? - I asked somewhat misplaced, although without taking her away from me, cradling me in her arms.
- You do not remember? You fell with your motorcycle and everything in the fountain- How could I forget it if my motorcycle died in the accident?
- Don't worry, I remember- I darkened my expression, now I remembered what I had proposed this day after the discussion with father, to end all relationship with Gahyeon, without caring about the consequences.
I withdrew from the hug and with a serious expression I sat on the bed, I looked away trying to not meet her eyes, but I ignored something until a slight draft of air warned me that I was shirtless and had bandages around everywhere. Shit! I hurt myself more than I thought, the most affected areas were my arm and leg, but the shoulder, who knows what time it got hurt, was also bandaged. If I could observe myself so freely, that meant I was lying there half-naked in front of my best friend, barely covered by chest bandages, underwear, and more bandages.
Something that seemed relatively comical to me is that Gahyeon, whose blush she could not hide, was covering her face with her hands, although her eyes could see me through her fingers. To make it more obvious she only lacked the drool running down her chin and there I would have assumed that she sees me as something more than a friend, plus Gahyeon also shares my taste for girls so needless to say more.
- Gahyeon… could you tell me where my clothes are? It is that ... - I did not need to say more, in a matter of seconds my friend was offering me my replacement uniform, the other would surely be in very bad condition due to the circumstances.
I get up to be able to use my clothes, but the still latent weakness made me lose my balance, I felt trapped by arms that took me by the waist and my head rested on a chest again.
-Sorry… it's just that I still feel bad- I murmured in an exhausted voice.
-Then you should go back to bed ... - A tremendous cold ran down my back when I recognized that voice, that nothing worse could happen to me? Does this woman have nothing else to do but put me through the worst embarrassments of my life?
-I'm ... I'm fine, don't worry- I walked away as if my skin was burning and I fell back on the bed, although letting her see a large part of my body, since the sheet had already fallen to the ground. I snatched my clothes from Gahyeon who was obviously looking at me puzzled and ran to the available dressing room in that infirmary.
Now protected by the curtains, I began to dress awkwardly and with difficulties because as a result of the adrenaline rushing through my veins, the sedative was losing its effect and my body was already beginning to ache again. However the voices outside caught my attention.
- Lee, are you sure she can dress herself? I don’t want her to faints there inside - I heard the melodious voice of such an angel speaking to I assume the doctor. But I don’t understand the reason for her concern, why does she care what happens to me if she doesn't even know me?
-Don't worry Miss Kim, she will be perfect ... fortunately the wounds are not deep, perhaps the bruises need revision, but since she was wearing the helmet, I don't think it's to be feared ... she has a very healthy way of life and her athletic figure allow me to say that it will heal in a short time - Mentioned the private doctor of this institute.
- Also, she is a bit stubborn and she would not accept help in any way- Thanks friend, make me look worse than I already am - I think she disliked that we saw her almost naked, she is very shy in that aspect- Okay Gahyeon could you shut up and not leave me on the floor?
- So she's a good girl ... - God how that woman smiles. But that comment is better for a dog.
- Teacher, can I go? Or is it necessary for her to stay here? - I interrupted the chat, meanwhile I properly arranged my dark red tie, I tried to avoid eye contact with her.
- I would recommend you stay to rest, but since you can do that at home, I think the most appropriate thing is that you call your father to come and get you- she answered quickly.
- It is not necessary ... I will call the driver ... my father is a very busy person to bother him for a minor incident like this - I said with a firm tone, which even surprised Gahyeon.
- But that will not prevent him from finding out and believe me that this has not been as minor as you claim... you were very lucky not to hurt yourself seriously - that woman murmured, Miss Kim...
- But it was preferable to hurt myself, than someone to pay for my foolishness in the parking lot... I beg your pardon - I leaned in front of her, trying not to fall from the dizziness that took hold of me.
- Unfortunately with an apology you will not solve your recklessness... it has been a complete unconsciousness of you. I was able to react in time, but having been a student, I don't think you would have the same luck and even if that is the case, you have put yourself in unnecessary danger -
- I agree with you that because of me you were at risk... but even if it sounds offensive, you don't have to care what happens or don’t happening to me... that's none of your business - I could tell that Gahyeon held her breath and something is happening here that I do not know...
A tremendous silence filled the place, but I did not show any emotion, although at that moment I was eating by the doubt.
- Yoohyeon, that's no way to speak to the principal - Professor Lee murmured in a calm voice.