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Jeongguk doesn’t quite know why he’s here, in Stacy’s Diner, with Kim Yerim staring him down with her infamous paralyzing gaze as he tries not to sweat. He blinks. She has her head propped up on her palm as she thrums her fingers on the table in faux nonchalance. Her professionally dyed blond hair cascades over her bare shoulders as if every strand was expertly placed.
“Your answer, please. I have cheer practice.” She’s impatient, always has been.
“Why me? We don’t even know each other, much less have something in common,” Jeongguk breathes in deep through his nose and sips his drink, aiming to be as calm as Yerim. She notices, yes, Yerim notices everything.
“Oh,” Yerim leans forward on her forearms, a sly smile playing at her lips, “But we do.” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow in question.
“I despise him and I know you hate him more than anyone else, so let’s ruin him. Haven’t you heard the saying?” Yerim taps her chin as if she can’t remember, but she does, because Yerim never forgets. “Your enemy’s enemy is your friend?”
“Okay. I wanna see him self destruct,” at that point in time, Jeongguk couldn’t see a reason to tell her no. A beautiful girl wants him to help her ruin the life of the one person he really, truly hates. Why not?
Yerim smiles brightly as she rises. Jeongguk never thought he would be on the receiving end of such a smile. “And his fate is sealed. It will surely be a pleasure to work with you, Jeon Jeongguk.”
Her blond hair swings like a cape behind her as she flounces out of the diner and Jeongguk is completely captivated. Oh, if only he knew.