C-1
My heart breaks when I hear my score--our score.
"Moon Y/n? Your group got 80%."
I look at my groupmates and they're not affected at all. What can I expect? They didn't even do the bare minimum.
The bell rings, signalling that it's lunchtime. I put my laptop inside my bag and leave the classroom. I climb the stairs and once I reach the last step, I open the door. The wind greets me as I step on the rooftop.
It's where I spend most of my time alone. I don't have close friends to be with, just some acquaintances from my class. I have a neighbour who's also my classmate and he's the closest to a friend I have, but he has other friends so he mostly hangs out with them.
I settle down and take out my lunch. I always bring my own so I don't have to go to the cafeteria since the queue is always long.
I didn't get to finish my food because I keep remembering my grade at the History reporting and it really breaks my heart. I'm not normally so affected since I'm not grade-conscious, but I put so much effort into it and even stayed up all night to make sure I got everything right.
I start tearing up a bit. This is how I am when I get frustrated. I cry over the simplest things and I hate it!
I put away my things and step on the ledge, holding the railings for support. I don't know what to do so I start shouting because that is what people do when they're upset, right? That's what I saw in the dramas I watch.
"I hate you all! I hope you fail your other subjects too! You didn't even help me but you still got an 80! You should be thanking me right now! F... Fu-- aish!"
It's another thing I hate about myself. I just can't curse intentionally! I don't know why, but I always feel guilty when I try to.
I sigh and step back down, only to get startled when a voice suddenly speaks.
"Fvck you."
A guy is leaning on the wall with his eyes closed from the other side of the rooftop. My eyes widen when I see who it is.
Lee Minho... THE Lee Minho.
"Wh... What?"
"That's how you curse people," he says.
Is he actually talking to me?
"What are you doing here? Why are you here?"
He sighs and opens his eyes. My eyes grow larger when he meets mine.
"Am I not allowed to be here?" He tilts his head and raises a brow.
"N-No!" I try to reply without stuttering, but I can't help it when he's looking at me so seriously!
"Relax, I don't bite." He chuckles.
My already widened eyes grow even more. It's the first time that I'm seeing him with a different facial expression since he always has a poker face.
"I've been taking naps here and I'd appreciate it if you stay the way you were." He's back with a poker face again.
How come I didn't notice?!
"The way I was?"
"The way you mind your own business." He stands up and walks to the door. He opens it, but then stops. "I don't go around beating innocent people like what you've been hearing so stop looking so scared," he says before finally going out.
I am SPEECHLESS.
There are rumours saying that Minho and his friends were part of a gang. They all have cold auras radiating off of them so students are afraid and stay away as much as possible. It's the first time I'm seeing him up close, and I can say that his mere presence is enough to make anyone nervous.
But earlier, he's not as stoic as what I've been hearing.
Maybe... He's not so bad after all.