During their ride back home, Hanji suggests that Eugene sits next to the driver's seat - his.
His intentions were completely misunderstood by Chaerry who discreetly gives him a thumbs up.
Hanji had no ken about the relationship of the two except for what he had been let on in but had nevertheless grasped the awkwardness that formed between the two from the incident earlier.
Being the gentleman that he is, Chris opens the door for Chaerry. Oh she is already in cloud nine.
Hanji, out of whatever jealousy he was unaware of, imitates the same action for Eugene.
The whole ride was silent save for the serene music that played as a bgm.
"For a guy like you to listen to songs like this is truly unexpected." Chaerry remarks on Hanji's music taste.
"A guy like me? What's wrong with me? Didn't you see how gentleman I was as I opened the door for Eugene.
Although it was the first time I ever did that for any lady, am glad it is one with overflowing prettiness." Hanji begins defending himself while showering compliments on Eugene who smiled from ear to ear.
"Just how lonely were you before you met us?" Chaerry mocks Hanji.
"Hanji watch front!" Eugene shouts at Hanji who turned his head to glare at Chaerry.
He pushes break immediately and fortunately avoids colliding with the huge speed limit signboard on the highway.
"That sure was a close shave. Now you mum!" he points at Chaerry.
The rest of the ride is completed with quietude.
Hanji walks into his house happily with four shopping bags in hand after instructing the servant to put the rest in his room.
Handing the bags to his mother, he smiles and promises her how good she would look in them.
She accepts gladly before whispering in his ears, "Your dad is here."
Hanji's smile fades immediately when he hears a voice he is very well acquainted with.
He moves towards the direction from where the voice came. A man in his late forties wearing a maroon suit sat on the couch cross-legged. A ciger sat between his two fat fingers on one hand while the other threw a pile of pictures on the table in front.
"So these are your people now?" he smirks while taking another inhale of the smoke before blowing it into the air.
"Not surprised to see you here. I have already encountered one of the men you sent." hanji says while taking a look at the pictures laying on the table.
" So what happened to our promise of granting me a year of freedom in my last year of highschool?" Hanji crosses his arms across his chest looking down at the old hag that sat.
"You got braver I see. Sure I had promised you freedom but I never mentioned that I wouldn't be keeping an eye on you." he says while standing up and carassing his thick hands against Hanji's arms.
His gaze derisive as ever and showed no hint of affection to the person his claimed as his son.
"Well I just came by to let you know that I will be keeping an eye on you. Don't go about recklessly making friends. " he warns
"You have saved me the hustle of having to introduce you to Eugene. Take care of her." his dad instructs.
" Under what obligations?" Hanji demands a reason.
"She is the step-daughter of a very important business partner of mine so I needn't say more." he concluded before leaving the mansion along with the bodyguards that had come with him earlier.
Every conversation he had with his dad often had a negative effect on his brain- totally ruining his mood.
On his bed sat his mother who beckoned him to come lie on her lap.
He takes off the leather jacket he wore atop a white T-shirt and dives his head into his mother's lap. She massages his head and sings him lullaby - yeah at the age of seventeen if Chaerry were to find out he wasn't getting away without getting teased.
And just like that he drifts into a dreamland.
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It was now on Monday. Hanji arrives school unusually late and it doesn't end there : His school uniform is modified in every possible way. A shaggy hat barely covered the unkempt pink wig he obviously struggled to wear. His lips were tinted with a hue of pink. A handful amount of bracelets filled his both wrists. Earrings, necklaces and just basically everything that is unacceptable for school.
The students were amused and applaused for his courage. It wasn't everyday that they get such a sight anyways.
"May I come in?" he says in a mocking tone to the obviously enraged teacher who had no choice of telling him off but just to let him in without a word.
"Oh well!" he says and takes his seat.
The students were bewildered. Ms Lili being the least lenient of all the teachers had let go of something like this seemed just unbelievable to the students.
Throughout the whole class Hanji becomes more attentive and answers every possible question - all just to get to the nerves of the teachers everytime they see him.
"You are giving us secondhand embarrassment. Why are you here?"
Chaerry scolds Hanji who joins them during lunch.
"You shut up! What do you think Eugene?" he turns to Eugene.
"Apart from being too over the top, I would like to say you look pretty cool. Your face does it all." they both fist bump and crawl their fingers in the air backwards living upto the swag culture.
"Thanks for saying that. Boo to my haters!" he annoyingly sticks out his tongue at Chaerry.
"Do you all think I am successful? Hey Chris, did the school council discuss about me and whether I was getting expelled?" He asks Chris whose focus was on his food the entire time.
"No! We are ordered to ignore you and I doubt any teacher will take an action." Chris replies.
"Am I the only one who notices that the teachers never bother telling you anything? Whether you come late, eat in class, skip classes, sleep in class and what not." Eugene points out. The others including Hanji himself nods.
"My dad's filthy hands must have reached the heads of the school. That must be it." he explains.
"That apart, why are you so hell bent on getting suspension?" Chaerry asks. "It's been only a week since you joined!"
"Well, I will end up failing my finals and that would mean another year of high school. "he explains.
"And? "
"And another year of freedom!" he says sighing.
To most students, finishing high school meant freedom, whereas to him, among a few other, meant vice versa.
There were all normal teenagers just the difference in circumstances nurtured their thoughts to the way they are.