Chapter Twelve

It seemed like the whole of Ren's table decided to migrate to where Yihai and friends were sitting. Including Yejun. Who, for the sake of keeping the school's fire insurance intact, sat far away from him but the occasional hateful eying were there whenever the two locked eyes.

Minsoo had cheerfully sat beside Junho, to the distaste of the blond male who kept threatening to stab him in the eyes with his chopsticks if Minsoo as much pokes his cheeks one more time. He did manage to successfully stab Minsoo at the back of his palms and the dark haired boy only laughed as he gripped his red hand.

Changmin, the chatter-box was unusually quiet and awkward with Saint writing into a book beside him.

Yihai decided to ignore them all, trying to finish his food quickly so he could leave. But Lien wouldn't stop leaning over to talk to him.

"My mum is from your hometown," she said in a really cute voice Yihai found annoying. "My dad's hometown isn't too far fro