Trash will always flock with trash

"You're lucky you're this gorgeous." He got off the couch and pulled out the first-aid kit from the cupboard. "Now let me see those toes?" Minji huffed and looked away from Sochun, as he counted her toes. "I think one is missing?" Sochun gasped.

"Crap really?" Minji looked at her feet… "asshole." She playfully fisted his hair and shook his head. "Patch me up, and pray this wound heals before the actual talent show."

"Yes, yes my beautiful, pretty, talented Minmin." Sochun beamed at Minji, who tossed another pillow in his face.

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Doona laid in her bed. The morning sun pierced her clenched eyes and made her turn away from the window. "I should have put up my curtains before going to sleep." Just as she buried her face in her pillow, the second alarm began to ring loudly. "Fine, fine. I'm up." She searched for her phone to turn off the blasted alarm. She had a psychology class she was already running thirty minutes late for. "How awesome, I'm already late on my first day." She pushed herself off the bed and hopped into the shower.

Doona threw on her long sleeve dress then she remembered Sochun's threat. She pulled her bunny hoodie off the rack and some tinted shades. "I'll have to be more careful on campus. He might do something insane if he sees me again." She made some toast and eggs and was out the door. The bus came on time, and she was at school in less than twenty-five minutes. Doona pulled on her hood and shades, then she wandered the halls while passersby stared at her like she was a freak. At least they would not know she was 'the freak' from yesterday's incident, she thought to herself. "I'm in control, I'm in control." She murmured and chanted, rubbing her hands together to try and calm herself. She finally located her classroom with the help of the school app.

The professor was writing on the whiteboard when Doona creaked the class door open slowly, everyone's head turned to immediately look at her. Granted, she was dressed like a circus-freak in shades, but it was either circus-freak, or campus laughing stock, or worse, Shochun's fury when he caught her. She looked around the room for a seat by a girl or one that was secluded. She found one at the very back by the window. It was perfect, and no one was seated around it. Doona hurried quickly to it, she settled into the seat and pulled out her notebook. The Professor, who was distracted by Doona's unusual attire, continued the lesson and moved on from it. The door once again opened and a tall man with his hair dyed grey laughed with another man before shoving his friend away. Doona peered closer at the friend, and it was none other than Sochun. Immediately she dove to cover her head. "Why do I have to live like this?" she muttered, tears threatening to spill out her eyes. "I am in control, I am in control..." she murmured over and over.

"Mr. Han, would you like to join the rest of the class or galavant with your hoodlum friend?" The professor tapped the marker against the board.

"If it gets me an A. Galavant please." The tall man beamed at the teacher and the class erupted into laughter.

"Sit down, or get out Han Jiwoon" The professor gritted, and Jiwoon swung his bag over his shoulder and walked to…

...the back of the class.

Shit! Doona thought to herself. She had failed to notice that the only seat available in the class, was the one right beside her. She felt queasy and had a sudden urge to throw up. As Jiwoon stepped closer, Doona started packing up her notebooks, he was now standing behind the empty seat. Doona panicked, rose quickly, then ran down the steps and out of the class. "I rather galavant than stay in that class," she squealed to herself as she slammed the door behind her.

"I'm not in control. I'm not in control. I'm not in control." she rubbed her hands close to her chest.

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Chihun had hoped to never meet the woman who had blatantly called him a thief to his face, but here she was in her hoodie and sunglasses making her way to the back of the class. "This is going to be a long year." Chihun sighed.

"Did you say something?" The woman beside him fluttered her eyelashes and leaned closer to him.

"No." He turned away from her dismissively. The door swung open again and Han Jiwoon, one of Sochun's lackeys, burst through.

"Must they always cause a scene?" the person behind him whispered. "They're hot. Who cares?" The other responded. Well, some of us are here to learn, Chihun thought to himself. He turned to face the teacher who was just as irritated with Jiwoon's idiotic display as Chihun was.

"If it gets me an A. Galavant please." Jiwoon jeers at the professor, who almost loses his mind at the comeback. The class, like sheep, erupted into laughter, Chihun was not impressed, instead, he turned around to observe the lady in shades and a bunny hoodie. Doona was seated stiffly, he could see her eyes darting around before she started packing up her things. Jiwoon had already arrived at the empty seat, and like clockwork, Doona was out the door. Chihun snickered to himself… "So she really is scared of men." He tapped his pen against his fingers. "And here I was thinking, she just hated me."

The professor continued the lesson like nothing had happened, which made Chihun want to laugh more. It was like he was the only one who just witnessed something very bizarre. Talk about psychosis in a psychology class. He covered his mouth to stifle his laugh. The class finally came to an end, and Chihun packed up his books and notebook. He knew the lady beside him would say what every woman who met him always said.

"Hey, I was wondering if you would be interested in going-" But before she could finish, he shut her down.

"No. Goodbye." Chihun zipped up his bag and turned towards the door.

The girl seated beside her friend who spoke to Chihun placed a hand on her shoulder "Did you just try to ask Yi Chihun out?" She patted her friend's shoulder, "You're either very brave or a glutton for embarrassment." She picked up her books and tossed them into her bag. "Chihun has turned down every girl that has asked him out. You're lucky all he said was no, he must be in a good mood." She chuckled.

At that exact moment, Chihun stopped inches away from the door, and he turned around. He walked up to where he was seated, and the girls panicked, "Chihun, we weren't talking about yo..." But Chihun walked past them and headed towards the last row. He picked up the notebook on the table, covered with stickers of rabbits.

"How old is she?" he muttered to himself.

"Stealing notebooks now, Chihun. Don't tell me you are that strapped for cash." Jiwoon sighed coyly, then turned around to tsk at him, "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Still hanging out with trash are we?" Chihun tossed Doona's books and pencil case into her bag.

"Say that again." Jiwoon got off his seat and stared Chihun in the face. He was slightly shorter than Sochun and nowhere as tall as Chihun.

"Doesn't matter. Birds of a feather flock together. Trash will always flock with trash. Right?" Chihun smiled at Jiwoon, who then reached over and pulled his collar. "What is up with you and Sochun grabbing collars?" He grabbed Jiwoon's wrist and pulled it off his shirt.

"Are they going to fight?" "Jiwoon started it..." "I thought Chihun sat at the front of the class, why is he at the back?" The class was suddenly filled with murmurs and whispers, everyone had stopped packing up to stare at the two of them.

"What is happening back there?" The professor slammed the board.

"Nothing professor. Just packing up." Chihun smiled at the man before, he picked up Doona's bag and walked out of the classroom, leaving a fuming Jiwoon behind.