Yoon-Bum.

"H..Hey, Y-Y/N..." Yoon-Bum said with a small, awkward smile. He never spoke to me, ever. So I was somewhat surprised - he had always been a bit freaky in my opinion, so whenever I saw him, I always steered clear.

I didn't know he wanted to talk to me.

"Hey, Yoon!" I say with a wide smile, wanting to make a good first impression on this freak.

"A... Are you- y.. You and S.. Sangwoo.. Close?" He said with a few stumbles over each word. I leaned against the wall with my arms folded, my skirt swaying to the side as I did so abruptly.

"What do you think, rodeo?" I raised a brow, watching him warily. He visibly shrunk under my gaze.

"W.. Well... I-.. I, uh.. I also am quite f-fond of him..!" This filth said necessarily loudly, making heads turn and small mumbling comenced. My eyes narrowed as I slowly pushed off the wall and took a step closer to this maggot. He took a small step back, before I grabbed him by the collar and brought him closer.

"Try anything with him and I'll ruin your petty life." I whispered into his ear, before I let go and walked off, hips swaying either side. This bitch was not about to get Sangwoo.

A few hours later and my excrutiatingly boring lecture was over (You choose what you take), and Sangwoo was waiting outside for me. He didn't see me as I was about to approach, but Yoon-fucking-Bum took his chance to try a conversation with my love.

My fists clenched, before I stormed over and swiftly slid my arm through his, gazing up at what is mine, while pretending I had only just noticed the maggot's present.

I slid a hand over my mouth with a small gasp, glancing back at Sangwoo. "Is he a friend?" He gazed down at me, face full of confusion, before looking at the filth.

"Bum? No, I just met him." He said as a protective arm slid around me. One of his mates, Dongyu I believe was his name, came and clapped Sangwoo on the back cheerfully. My fists clenched.

"How about we all head to that restaurant downtown, eh?" He smiled at us all, as a few more of his mates came up behind Dongyu.

"Sounds g-" I was cut off by Sangwoo, who swiftly put a hand over my mouth. I frowned up at his seemingly annoyed gaze.

"Y/N said she's tired, I should probably get her home." He smiled at his friend, and I could see Yoon-Bum's rather exasperated expression.

"I neve-" He squeezed my jaw, before his arms dropped to back around my waist.

"Oh, uh.. Alright?" Dongyu looked just as confused as I was.

As Sangwoo and I were walking back to his car, I pouted and folded my arms, moving away from him and into the backseat. He knew how much I liked going out, but he couldn't understand. He sat in the front, behind the wheel and letting out a short sigh of frustration.

"What have you got to be mad about, Y/N? It's not like I go around teasing you." He growled under his breath, as he pulled out of the carpark. My jaw dropped. Teasing him? When?

"What?" I narrowed my eyes, suspiciously.

"Do your seatbelt up." He mumbled, as his gaze flicked between the mirror and me. I had completely forgotten about it, and slid it over my body, clicking it in.

"Now, explain." I demanded, shifting in my seat.

"Don't get bossy with me. Despite that, I think it's the fact you wear a short skirt and low-cut shirt infront of everyone."

My suspicious expression soon formed into a small grin. "So, what will you do about it, Sangwoo?"

"Who knows?" He said quietly, smiling rather psychotically in the mirror.