YO., lol x) Options

[xxxlilazngrlxxx]

haha...this is the beginning of a fanfix i`m writing...comments, suggestions n` propz are welcome!

“Love is the Slowest Form of Suicide”

A young man languished in his chair, while his eyes traveled over the new students huddled in the corner. They cunningly swept over each and every face, assimilating information, defining them and understanding them to an extent that would horrify them, had they known. He soon stopped dead in his tracks, as his eyes lingered and found themselves drawn to a young girl. In a class full of brawny males, she stood out as vividly as a sore thumb. His expression was imperceptible, all emotion hidden and tucked away behind black eyes that were cold and calculating. He had a long, lanky figure, and his unruly black hair covered most of his face. If you could see behind it, you would see that the skin was flawless. Perfection.

“Line up.” He called, his voice morose.

Twenty pairs of eyes turned towards him as he deliberately got up, and strode to the middle of the room.

“My name is Lee Minwoo.”

He paused, and a student in the back row snickered quietly. He spun around, his eyes flashing, and grasped a knife he had unsheathed from his waist. He threw it, and it stuck in the wall 2 millimeters from the boy’s head.

“You will speak only when spoken too.”

The boy whimpered, and the entire class was soon cowering at Minwoo’s feet. As he paced back and forth across the room, he began to speak again.

“You have come to me for an express purpose: to learn the art of street fighting. I will harden you, from the pathetic, whimpering fools that you are…to men that all will fear and respect with the utmost reverence. I will teach you…how to be men!” He thundered, his voice rising with each syllable.

“And what if we don’t want to be men?” a voice interjected with arrogance.

A stunned silence filled the room, and the students hushed as they searched wildly amongst themselves for the one that had dared to interrupt the impressive figure that stood before them. Lee Minwoo commanded respect, and this was the first time he had been denied that respect. His eyes landed on the girl and he walked towards her, simultaneously parting the sea of students. He stepped directly in front of her, and leaned his face close to hers.

“Then get out.” He breathed.

“Ah ni (no).”

A boy next to her whispered, “Shhh…don’t say anything I wouldn’t put it past him to hit a girl!”

“I’d like to see him try!” She replied, red.

“Oh?” Minwoo said calmly.

To Be Continued

[angel-roh]

lols the girl wants to get hit by minwoo opa? hahahaha she's ready to get hit by him haha.. hmm i wonder if he's gona hit her.. i mean i heard that he once hit one of his girl friends hehe by the way it's a great story! i can't wait for the next one u're gona write bot^^