CHAPTER 270: THAT KISS... IN THE LIBRARY, WITH KI-HOON

Where are we? I wondered as the halls seemed to darken the further in we went.

I wanted to openly ask this, but before I could get a word in, Seo-Jun had already shoved open the music room door and dragged me in. He kicked it shut behind us.

The room was stale, silent, and seemed to have been untouched for a long time, judging by the amount of dust that filled the air after he shut the door.

This room... Even I didn’t know there was a room like this and I had been a cleaner for a while.

Seo-Jun didn’t waste time and pinned me to the wall, hard, causing my bag to fall off my shoulder and to the floor.

But my bag of books was the least of my worries as I had this mad dog in front of me.

My heart raced in my chest during that moment. My hair was slightly patted so there was a little visibility of my glasses and possibly my eyes, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

Could he see it?

I don’t know, but I sure hope he doesn’t.

"You’re hiding something," he suddenly said, causing my heart to race even more.

He started stepping back just enough to look at me properly and started reading me like a book.

I yanked my hand from his grip and turned my head away, biting my lip.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about?" I said, a blatant lie but better than nothing.

I was thinking of ways to get myself out of this, the possibility that he might know of my identity, or worse, the face behind this facade.

I thought of these but to my shock, he was after something else.

"That kiss," he said, and I paused. "In the library. With Ki-hoon."

What was this now? Was he not convinced? I mean, it’s not like I wanted him to have that misunderstanding or come to such a conclusion, but still...

"You two looked so intense. Tongue and everything." he said, his eyes lighting with a very uncomfortable light as he scanned me.

Maybe this would be the right time to correct that misunderstanding.

"It wasn’t like that," I said.

"Oh?" Seo-Jun tilted his head. "Then what was it then? I clearly saw you kissing and I am a hundred percent sure that guy is a monk. I mean, he used to be so seeing him with someone made me less sure. And thus, I came to the conclusion that you two had a thing together." he explained. "But then he didn’t react when I invited you to our table, and that made me wonder if I was less sure than I thought I was. You two... your relationship is quite odd."

I bit my lip.

"I was so sure you were Ki-hoon’s little secret seeing how he wanted to hide you from me. His sweet, little hidden thing." He tittered. This seemed like a game to him. "But I’m not so sure now so let’s forget that, shall we?"

I bit my tongue. Saying anything would only make things worse. I made a mistake before. I should’ve asked Ki-hoon properly, why he helped me and what he wanted in return.

If he didn’t want this misunderstanding, shouldn’t he have stated it clearly to them from the start?

I wanted to blame Ki-hoon, despite having run into his arms for help when I was in danger.

I didn’t exactly run into his arms, and he helped me without me asking, but still... He helped me.

It was too much for me to blame him for what was going on.

Seeing me deep in thought, Seo-Jun smiled slowly till his smile felt so sharp that it could cut.

"In conclusion, I know you don’t mean much to Ki-hoon. In that case, you’re definitely not taken. Am I right?"

Then he stepped closer. Too close. My back hit the wall and I realized I had nowhere to run, even if I wanted to.

"I like pretty things," he murmured, bracing a hand to the wall right next to my head. "Especially the ones who try so hard to flee my sight. It’s cute," he smirked.

I tried to slide past him, maybe that could work, but he caught my wrist with his free hand and then pinned it to the wall.

"And you, my dear," he said, his voice slowly going down low,"...smell like a question I want answered."

His fingers brushed my hand and I felt he was trying to get on with something.

That look in his eyes and the way he kept getting closer... I could tell what this sexual fiend was up to.

"Stop it," I hissed under my breath.

"Why?" He leaned in, his eyes glittering with hints. "You’re trembling. Is it fear? Or anticipation?"

He lifted his hand from the wall and then held my chin, lifting my head so he could take a look at my face clearly but despite that, he still had to get rid of the hair on my face before he could get what he wanted.

So, his option was to let go of my arm and once he did that, I planned to make a quick getaway.

But to my shock, he didn’t do that.

He smirked, his lips curling up.

"I like them best when they struggle. Cause it becomes very fun when they finally give in." He whispered and then parted his lips.

Wait, he wasn’t going to do what I was thinking, was he?

This lunatic.

He couldn’t possibly be trying to...

My eyes widened as I watched him lean in to kiss me and just like that, my body reacted on its own.

My head to his head. I gave him a piece of my skull, targeted at his own forehead, and once he was disoriented, I slapped him really hard across the face.

How could he...? How could he think of kissing me?

He was so shameless.

The sharp sound of the impact echoed in the dusty music room, and I watched him while I heaved heavily as reality slowly began to hit me, and the damage became clear to me.

I... I was the lunatic here.