【♛】SOVEREIGN; ljh.iya.
There were two people on campus that many considered synonymous to Lee Junho. The first one, a no-brainer, was Son Gain, self-dubbed as the royal ruler and baddest female on campus. The heiress of one of the highest steel companies, she was almost the female equivalent for Junho had it not been for her higher financial status and petite frame. She shared the same devious mind that Junho harbored and his uncanny thirst for power.
The second, also a female, was an individual that Junho had been acquaintance with for quite a while. Partners since high school, it was always a shock to know that the two were rather well off with one another. For instance, Junho’s name held a notorious ring to it; he had been a street thug and the terror of campus. His, dare people would call it, friend was no one other than Im Yoona, fashionista and it-girl who came from wealth and popularity. She shared the same arrogant mindset as Junho and, despite how disastrous it sounded, the two of them were able to click.
Of course, despite their long connection, there were still doubts whether or not Im Yoona and Lee Junho were actually somewhat long-time friends.
A lazy Wednesday afternoon, it seemed as though Junho was looking for Yoona during the lethargic hours of the day. Passing by social sciences department, the brunet had discreetly checked around a handful of passing classrooms to see if Yoona had been present. When each room turned out to be false, Junho felt quite stupid. He loathed taking the time out of his hands to go personally looking for someone and, how ironic was it that when he did, he couldn’t find them at alal? Halfway through his navigation, the film student had plans to give up. If he couldn’t find Yoona, then so be it. He could wait another day.
Thankfully, by the time he grasped at straws and came peering into the library, he found Yoona among the low profile of students, perhaps studying as her head was bowed down and possessions laid out upon the table. He strode up to her in his usual arrogant stride, head tilted high and his overall being oozing with the linger of a threat, he took a seat across from Yoona and crossed one leg over the other.
“It’s been three weeks,” he began, voice just a notch quieter than usual as his ring-clad fingers strummed against the library table, “and you still owe me a five-star lunch.”
That or a pack of blood.