It was two days before school had started, and Mihyun was too busy touring Seoul to even notice that Taehyung was trying to mess with her. 'Aish, what the hell do I do to get her mad?' he thought, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Umma, I'm back!" he heard Mihyun yell from the entrance.
'Perfect! I can scare her!' Taehyung rubbed his hands together mischievously as he slid down the spiral banister. He landed with a soft thud and crept up behind her. 'I could kick the back of her knee and make her fall,' he smiled widely and laughed maniacally in his head.
Before he even got the chance to make his move, Mihyun turned around and grabbed the collar of his shirt, her instincts from karate classes in the states kicking in.
"Yah! What is your problem?!" she glared at him menacingly.
He hesitated from shock, but then scoffed and said, "I'm not scared of you."
Then she scoffed. "Who asked you to be? I just want you to leave me alone, you spoiled brat."
"Let go of me first."
Mihyun did as she was told and folded her arms. "The whole time I've been here, you've done nothing but try to get on my nerves. What exactly do you want?"
Taehyung shrugged and walked away.
"What the hell?" she muttered to herself and went to Mrs. Kim, whom she called umma because of their growing mother-daughter relationship.
"Mihyun-ah! Should we go get our nails and hair done like you promised?" Mrs. Kim asked after hugging her.
"Of course," they linked arms and walked out.
Then the first day of school finally came and he still couldn't find a way of messing with her. It was weird. Why did he want to break her so bad?
But he did know one fact― she hated a lot of things. Like doing her nails, getting her hair done, shopping, dressing up, smiling, laughing, talking, going a long time without eating (the longest was two hours, according to his calculations), walking, running, moving, breathing, and most importantly and obvious, Kim Taehyung himself. Even his own mother knew that Mihyun absolutely loathed her son.
And there were a few things that she liked, and when he says few, he means ant-size, such as doing other people's hair, eating, eyeliner, sushi, and sleeping. Yep, those were the only things she actually enjoyed doing from what he knew.
Oh, and one more, beating up Taehyung. Mentally and physically.
Mentally, because he had a really, really hard time figuring out whatever the hell was on her mind and how she even knew when he was so close to doing whatever wanted to do before he could do it.That mad his head hurt... a lot. Physically, because every freaking time she would catch him trying to sneak up on her, she either tripped or shoved him, both consisting of Taehyung ending up on the floor. Hard.
He didn't know butts were capable of having bruises until she came.
Mihyun was the first wealthy girl that he had ever met that wasn't into skirts, dresses, high heels, makeup, jewelry, and money. Money. As in the green paper that supports people's life. She has way more than his entire family had ever owned combined, yet she still was worried about using it on clothes.
Did she not know the purpose of money? To spend it on goods that would make a great impression on kids at school, or other people in general?
Of course not.
Money was never for that reason. Mihyun knew that Taehyung would never understand her views on money. He was too spoiled to even listen to what she would have to say about it, and she didn't blame him. If someone were to explain something like that to her, she would've slept right through the whole damn lecture.
She believed that she should work hard for her money, and to not use it on useless things that she obviously wouldn't need for casual occasions. One word to describe the stereotypical rich?
Ridiculous.
Her favorite word. Mihyun used it for almost everything. Shopping was ridiculous. Fancy dresses were ridiculous. Caked on makeup that covered a girl's inner beauty was ridiculous. Life was ridiculous.
As for the first day of school, Mihyun had been getting ready quite slowly and calmly, while Taehyung was frantically searching his huge room for a pair of socks. "Dammit. Why can't I find a stupid pair of socks?!"
She chuckled to herself and eyed the pile of white and black under her bed. "That's what you get for trying to steal all of my pencils, jerk." she mumbled to herself as she pulled her long, silky hair into a ponytail and applied eyeliner. "You're lucky I was nice enough to hide a pair in your backpack."
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DOING IN HERE?!"
Mihyun grinned.
"You think I didn't know that this was you?!" he stormed into her room while she pretended to be occupied in making sure she looked good for school.
"Oh, I knew that you would figure it out soon. I'm not as stupid as you are." she said. "They're under my bed, so get it whenever you want."
"Why don't you put it back?"
"They're not my socks. Anyways, I wouldn't really care if you didn't get it. I wouldn't know what I would do with the space underneath my bed. It's not like I have a lot of stuff."
Taehyung scoffed for the nth time and went back to his room. "Aish, this girl is really going to pay." he kept saying to himself, but deep down, he knew it was almost impossible to trick her.
Almost.
