the palace; chapter one.
so this is a fic that i had on aff before i deleted it.
i may or may not continue it, but still.
ft. jung haneul, infinite.
(not really an inspirit; more of a b2uty, so.)
If there was one thing that every student in Seoul, even the ones that got dismal results on their report cards, was expected to know, it was the Woolim High Host Club.
The most well-known club in the Seoul region; it had created Woolim’s flawless reputation.
The seven princes were the idols of every high school student, male and female alike. Males wanted to be them, and females wanted to be with them.
And the girls could, for a short period of time.
Living up to its name, the host club was open everyday at lunch break. It was free, as all school clubs should be, but donations were welcome.
And since every visitor of the Woolim Host Club was wheedled into it by the hosts, fondly called the Princes, the Princes were raking it in.
The Host Club had a code; Be gentlemanly to every girl, no matter how ugly.
For some of the members, it was more like: Flirt with every girl, even the ugly ones.
But the both codes meant one thing.
Dominate the female heart.
Of course, Jung Haneul, the new student that would be transferring in today, had no idea of the hosts’ codes.
Heck, she had no idea there was even a host club, having freshly arrived from the U.S.
Nonetheless, Haneul, like every girl, was filled with hopes of finding her first boyfriend at this new school.
Not knowing the host club wasn’t going to change that.
It was just that her idea of her ideal boyfriend was slightly different to everyone else.
But there was no time to contemplate about that, because the homeroom door had slid open, and the smiling teacher had beckoned for her to enter.
Haneul took a deep breath, and walked into the classroom.
Immediately, all eyes focused on her, and she scanned the class. She mentally groaned as her eyes caught sight of a cold-faced, sharp-jawed pretty boy staring out the window.
Damn her terrible luck.
“Hi, I’m Jung Haneul. I just came from the U.S, so I’m not used to Korean culture,” she greeted mechanically, “Please take care of me.” Everyone clapped encouragingly, which made her feel just a bit more calm, and she was pointed to a seat near the doorway, thank God.
She wouldn’t have to be near that creature.
Now, her spot, where she was surrounded by average, normal guys, that was blissful.
Normal boys, with the average skin troubles and the average height.
Normal boys, without any of the glittering sunlight the prettier males seemed to radiate.
The calm they brought to her mentality was amazing.
And it was serene, for a period of time.
Or more specifically, until the teacher finished roll call early.
All the students (sans Window Creature) crowded around her desk, asking her question after question. And she answered them all with polite swiftness, until one of the girls asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Now, Haneul faltered at this question because, well, it was a girl that was asking this, and even though she had nothing against homosexuals, she just didn’t roll that way.
“Um. No,” she answered hesitantly, and for some reason, the girl darkened.
“Well, you see that god sitting by the window? You can’t have him” the girl warned, and Haneul blinked.
Ew. Why anyone would want him, she failed to understand, but realized slaughter would happen if she stated so, and just nodded instead. That seemed to satisfy the girl, and Haneul sighed in relief having thought that the situation was over.
But the girl’s warning had encouraged all the other female students to feel eminent risk of having their man stolen, and started to yell, “Not Woohyun sunbae either!” and “Not Hoya sunbae!” and some other names whom Haneul had no clue as to who they were.
Finally, she burst out, “Look, I don’t WANT your boyfriends or whoever they are. I just want a normal high school life with normal friends and a normal boyfriend, and since those people you mentioned seem to be so popular that they’re abnormal, I don’t WANT THEM.”
This outburst caused Window Creature to become interested, and he walked over to her desk, much to Haneul’s despair. The girls swooned as he commented, “Not interested in us, huh?”
She didn’t really understand that, seeing as he was alone, but she nodded, avoiding his eyes just in case she punched his pretty face.
“Well, maybe we can change your mind. Come to the big building near the school park at lunch,” he stated confidently, as if it was expected that she would come.
“No-“ she started to decline, but stopped when she felt the deadly glares of her class. “Fine,” she relented, and Window Creature smiled. The urge to roundhouse kick his face was duly resisted.
“I’m L,” he introduced himself as. Haneul stared at him.
“From Death Note? Why, do you put heaps of sugar in your tea or hold your phone weirdly?” she asked curiously, all urge to attack him now forgotten. L, as he called himself, chuckled.
“Yeah. I drink my tea with a lot of sugar, so,” he explained, and Haneul found herself losing interest once more.
He drank tea.
Just one more reason to dislike this god-like boy.
The bell rang for first period, and everyone scattered, except L.
“See you at lunch, Haneul,” he stated as he left. Haneul groaned in dejection.
Classes were unexpectedly easy, for such a high ranking school. Haneul could answer those questions while sleeping. It was the girl students that became stressful.
“How do you know Myungsoo?” one of them had begun in French class.
“Who’s Myungsoo?” she had asked honestly.
And then the accusations ensued about this Myungsoo, whom she had no idea was.
In fact, the hassling was so stressful that she found herself looking forward to lunch, where she’d have to face Window Creature again.
But that was momentary.
“I can do this! I won’t hurt the pretty Window Creature!” Haneul muttered to herself as she stood outside the huge building next to the park, as L had directed.
It was a pretty, modern sort of structure, glistening in the sunlight. It seemed new, not much older than 20 years, but it still held the type of grandeur that was seen only in royal castles. She wanted to go in, really, it was just the thought of that stupid boy being in there, drinking that deadly liquid called tea that held her back. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the doors open, and was greeted by the most terrifying sight on Earth.
Not one, not two, but seven seemingly flawless male students were greeting her with possibly the cheesiest line ever, “Princess, welcome to The Palace.”
Now, Haneul was a refined, well-educated girl, and therefore she did not scream.
Instead, she slammed the doors shut, and started backing away as fast as she could.
The doors opened again, and L’s head popped out, catching sight of Haneul.
“Come in!” he instructed, and seeing the attention she was receiving from the other girls that were entering, had no choice but to step back into that death trap.
This time, she averted her eyes from the flaw-free boys and asked in the calmest manner she could manage in this situation, “Why am I here?”
“All the Woolim High girls come here at lunch. I thought you should know, seeing as you’re new. And besides, aren’t you finding us interesting now?” L explained kindly.
“Oh great, sure, can I go now?” she said, eager to get the hell out of this place, but was stopped by a calm, confident voice that stated, “Myungsoo, is this the new student you were talking about?” Haneul had no idea who Myungsoo was, but the name had been her enemy all day, so she halted.
Surprisingly, it was L that answered, “Yeah.” Haneul turned around so quickly she got whiplash.
“Your name is Myungsoo?” she asked confrontingly.
This bastard could be the cause of all her problems today!
L nodded wearily, feeling the risk. Haneul growled, and took a step towards the boy.
“You? It was you that all the girls were harassing me about? ‘What relationship do you have with Myungsoo? Why did her talk to you? Were you flirting with Myungsoo?’” she said, imitating the voices, “And to think that I spent the WHOLE DAY TRYING TO WORK OUT WHO THE HELL MYUNGSOO WAS!” she yelled, poking him in the chest with every sentence.
It was evident she had been stressed about this matter.
L, or Myungsoo, if that was his name, stared blankly at her.
Actually, all seven of the bright creatures stared at her incomprehensibly.
And then the one with practically no eyes suggested soothingly, “Why don’t you take a seat in one of the rooms, and calm down?”
Haneul found herself complying. She was gently led to an antique-looking door, which was pushed open, and pushed down onto the golden couch. She took deep breaths, trying to ignore the fact that the seven pretty boys had taken a seat either across or next to her. Thinking of normal boys, like the extras in dramas, helped calm her.
“Okay. Do you know about the Woolim Host Club?” No-eyes asked, and Haneul shook her head.
“I just transferred from the U.S,” she said as an explanation.
“Well, we, the seven of us, make up the Host Club. This is the building the Host Club operates in. We call it The Palace,” No-eyes stated, “The girls are sensitive over us. That’s why they bombarded you with questions about Myungsoo here.”
Haneul took a moment to take this in.
“So what you’re saying is that this huge building is so that a bunch of bimbos can fawn over you?” she finally asked.
“Yep, pretty much,” the one that had kept a calm, cool and composed aura the whole time answered, “I’m Hoya, if you wanted to know.”
“You sure don’t beat around the bush, do you?” she inquired, staring at him in admiration.
“Neither do you,” he shot back. Yes, she thought, pretty boys weren’t as repulsive if their personality was blunt, honest. She and this Hoya boy could become good friends.
If he wore a mask all the time, that is.
No-eyes clapped his hands together in realization.
“We haven’t introduced ourselves! I’m Kim Sunggyu, a third year. It’s nice to meet you,…” Sunggyu greeted, trailing off when he realized he didn’t know her name.
“I’m Jung Haneul, a first year,” she quickly said.
"Aww, you're a hoobae! How cute! Come to The Palace when you're bored, and we'll play!" said the one that was clinging to Sunggyu in a cute, obviously fake voice.
“Um. No. No way, you creepy person,” she voiced out, evident disgust on her face.
Ignoring his fellow club member’s shock, the person who bore an extreme resemblance to what she would call a gangster greeted, “Oh, a hoobae. I’m Jang Dongwoo, a third year.” As creepy person started to introduce himself, she said, “No, thank you, creepy sunbae. I don’t really want to know you.”
“It’s Nam Woohyun, not creepy sunbae. I’m a second year, by the way!” creepy sunbae said, completely ignoring Haneul’s cut-down. Hoya sighed.
“Ignore him. He’s always like that. I’m almost ashamed to be in the same class as him,” Hoya commented.
Haneul wasn’t sure if she could survive five minutes with Woohyun, let alone a whole class.
And then the tall person that resembled a tree standing next to Sunggyu stated in a cheerful tone, “I’m Lee Sungyeol. I’m also a first year.”
And then the last one greeted her in an unusually high voice, “I’m Lee Sungjong. I’m also in the same year!”
And then all the pretty creatures stared at her in anticipation.
“So, say something interesting about yourself!” Sungyeol urged, and Haneul blinked.
“I hate you all.”
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i may or may not continue it, but still.
ft. jung haneul, infinite.
(not really an inspirit; more of a b2uty, so.)
If there was one thing that every student in Seoul, even the ones that got dismal results on their report cards, was expected to know, it was the Woolim High Host Club.
The most well-known club in the Seoul region; it had created Woolim’s flawless reputation.
The seven princes were the idols of every high school student, male and female alike. Males wanted to be them, and females wanted to be with them.
And the girls could, for a short period of time.
Living up to its name, the host club was open everyday at lunch break. It was free, as all school clubs should be, but donations were welcome.
And since every visitor of the Woolim Host Club was wheedled into it by the hosts, fondly called the Princes, the Princes were raking it in.
The Host Club had a code; Be gentlemanly to every girl, no matter how ugly.
For some of the members, it was more like: Flirt with every girl, even the ugly ones.
But the both codes meant one thing.
Dominate the female heart.
Of course, Jung Haneul, the new student that would be transferring in today, had no idea of the hosts’ codes.
Heck, she had no idea there was even a host club, having freshly arrived from the U.S.
Nonetheless, Haneul, like every girl, was filled with hopes of finding her first boyfriend at this new school.
Not knowing the host club wasn’t going to change that.
It was just that her idea of her ideal boyfriend was slightly different to everyone else.
But there was no time to contemplate about that, because the homeroom door had slid open, and the smiling teacher had beckoned for her to enter.
Haneul took a deep breath, and walked into the classroom.
Immediately, all eyes focused on her, and she scanned the class. She mentally groaned as her eyes caught sight of a cold-faced, sharp-jawed pretty boy staring out the window.
Damn her terrible luck.
“Hi, I’m Jung Haneul. I just came from the U.S, so I’m not used to Korean culture,” she greeted mechanically, “Please take care of me.” Everyone clapped encouragingly, which made her feel just a bit more calm, and she was pointed to a seat near the doorway, thank God.
She wouldn’t have to be near that creature.
Now, her spot, where she was surrounded by average, normal guys, that was blissful.
Normal boys, with the average skin troubles and the average height.
Normal boys, without any of the glittering sunlight the prettier males seemed to radiate.
The calm they brought to her mentality was amazing.
And it was serene, for a period of time.
Or more specifically, until the teacher finished roll call early.
All the students (sans Window Creature) crowded around her desk, asking her question after question. And she answered them all with polite swiftness, until one of the girls asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Now, Haneul faltered at this question because, well, it was a girl that was asking this, and even though she had nothing against homosexuals, she just didn’t roll that way.
“Um. No,” she answered hesitantly, and for some reason, the girl darkened.
“Well, you see that god sitting by the window? You can’t have him” the girl warned, and Haneul blinked.
Ew. Why anyone would want him, she failed to understand, but realized slaughter would happen if she stated so, and just nodded instead. That seemed to satisfy the girl, and Haneul sighed in relief having thought that the situation was over.
But the girl’s warning had encouraged all the other female students to feel eminent risk of having their man stolen, and started to yell, “Not Woohyun sunbae either!” and “Not Hoya sunbae!” and some other names whom Haneul had no clue as to who they were.
Finally, she burst out, “Look, I don’t WANT your boyfriends or whoever they are. I just want a normal high school life with normal friends and a normal boyfriend, and since those people you mentioned seem to be so popular that they’re abnormal, I don’t WANT THEM.”
This outburst caused Window Creature to become interested, and he walked over to her desk, much to Haneul’s despair. The girls swooned as he commented, “Not interested in us, huh?”
She didn’t really understand that, seeing as he was alone, but she nodded, avoiding his eyes just in case she punched his pretty face.
“Well, maybe we can change your mind. Come to the big building near the school park at lunch,” he stated confidently, as if it was expected that she would come.
“No-“ she started to decline, but stopped when she felt the deadly glares of her class. “Fine,” she relented, and Window Creature smiled. The urge to roundhouse kick his face was duly resisted.
“I’m L,” he introduced himself as. Haneul stared at him.
“From Death Note? Why, do you put heaps of sugar in your tea or hold your phone weirdly?” she asked curiously, all urge to attack him now forgotten. L, as he called himself, chuckled.
“Yeah. I drink my tea with a lot of sugar, so,” he explained, and Haneul found herself losing interest once more.
He drank tea.
Just one more reason to dislike this god-like boy.
The bell rang for first period, and everyone scattered, except L.
“See you at lunch, Haneul,” he stated as he left. Haneul groaned in dejection.
Classes were unexpectedly easy, for such a high ranking school. Haneul could answer those questions while sleeping. It was the girl students that became stressful.
“How do you know Myungsoo?” one of them had begun in French class.
“Who’s Myungsoo?” she had asked honestly.
And then the accusations ensued about this Myungsoo, whom she had no idea was.
In fact, the hassling was so stressful that she found herself looking forward to lunch, where she’d have to face Window Creature again.
But that was momentary.
“I can do this! I won’t hurt the pretty Window Creature!” Haneul muttered to herself as she stood outside the huge building next to the park, as L had directed.
It was a pretty, modern sort of structure, glistening in the sunlight. It seemed new, not much older than 20 years, but it still held the type of grandeur that was seen only in royal castles. She wanted to go in, really, it was just the thought of that stupid boy being in there, drinking that deadly liquid called tea that held her back. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the doors open, and was greeted by the most terrifying sight on Earth.
Not one, not two, but seven seemingly flawless male students were greeting her with possibly the cheesiest line ever, “Princess, welcome to The Palace.”
Now, Haneul was a refined, well-educated girl, and therefore she did not scream.
Instead, she slammed the doors shut, and started backing away as fast as she could.
The doors opened again, and L’s head popped out, catching sight of Haneul.
“Come in!” he instructed, and seeing the attention she was receiving from the other girls that were entering, had no choice but to step back into that death trap.
This time, she averted her eyes from the flaw-free boys and asked in the calmest manner she could manage in this situation, “Why am I here?”
“All the Woolim High girls come here at lunch. I thought you should know, seeing as you’re new. And besides, aren’t you finding us interesting now?” L explained kindly.
“Oh great, sure, can I go now?” she said, eager to get the hell out of this place, but was stopped by a calm, confident voice that stated, “Myungsoo, is this the new student you were talking about?” Haneul had no idea who Myungsoo was, but the name had been her enemy all day, so she halted.
Surprisingly, it was L that answered, “Yeah.” Haneul turned around so quickly she got whiplash.
“Your name is Myungsoo?” she asked confrontingly.
This bastard could be the cause of all her problems today!
L nodded wearily, feeling the risk. Haneul growled, and took a step towards the boy.
“You? It was you that all the girls were harassing me about? ‘What relationship do you have with Myungsoo? Why did her talk to you? Were you flirting with Myungsoo?’” she said, imitating the voices, “And to think that I spent the WHOLE DAY TRYING TO WORK OUT WHO THE HELL MYUNGSOO WAS!” she yelled, poking him in the chest with every sentence.
It was evident she had been stressed about this matter.
L, or Myungsoo, if that was his name, stared blankly at her.
Actually, all seven of the bright creatures stared at her incomprehensibly.
And then the one with practically no eyes suggested soothingly, “Why don’t you take a seat in one of the rooms, and calm down?”
Haneul found herself complying. She was gently led to an antique-looking door, which was pushed open, and pushed down onto the golden couch. She took deep breaths, trying to ignore the fact that the seven pretty boys had taken a seat either across or next to her. Thinking of normal boys, like the extras in dramas, helped calm her.
“Okay. Do you know about the Woolim Host Club?” No-eyes asked, and Haneul shook her head.
“I just transferred from the U.S,” she said as an explanation.
“Well, we, the seven of us, make up the Host Club. This is the building the Host Club operates in. We call it The Palace,” No-eyes stated, “The girls are sensitive over us. That’s why they bombarded you with questions about Myungsoo here.”
Haneul took a moment to take this in.
“So what you’re saying is that this huge building is so that a bunch of bimbos can fawn over you?” she finally asked.
“Yep, pretty much,” the one that had kept a calm, cool and composed aura the whole time answered, “I’m Hoya, if you wanted to know.”
“You sure don’t beat around the bush, do you?” she inquired, staring at him in admiration.
“Neither do you,” he shot back. Yes, she thought, pretty boys weren’t as repulsive if their personality was blunt, honest. She and this Hoya boy could become good friends.
If he wore a mask all the time, that is.
No-eyes clapped his hands together in realization.
“We haven’t introduced ourselves! I’m Kim Sunggyu, a third year. It’s nice to meet you,…” Sunggyu greeted, trailing off when he realized he didn’t know her name.
“I’m Jung Haneul, a first year,” she quickly said.
"Aww, you're a hoobae! How cute! Come to The Palace when you're bored, and we'll play!" said the one that was clinging to Sunggyu in a cute, obviously fake voice.
“Um. No. No way, you creepy person,” she voiced out, evident disgust on her face.
Ignoring his fellow club member’s shock, the person who bore an extreme resemblance to what she would call a gangster greeted, “Oh, a hoobae. I’m Jang Dongwoo, a third year.” As creepy person started to introduce himself, she said, “No, thank you, creepy sunbae. I don’t really want to know you.”
“It’s Nam Woohyun, not creepy sunbae. I’m a second year, by the way!” creepy sunbae said, completely ignoring Haneul’s cut-down. Hoya sighed.
“Ignore him. He’s always like that. I’m almost ashamed to be in the same class as him,” Hoya commented.
Haneul wasn’t sure if she could survive five minutes with Woohyun, let alone a whole class.
And then the tall person that resembled a tree standing next to Sunggyu stated in a cheerful tone, “I’m Lee Sungyeol. I’m also a first year.”
And then the last one greeted her in an unusually high voice, “I’m Lee Sungjong. I’m also in the same year!”
And then all the pretty creatures stared at her in anticipation.
“So, say something interesting about yourself!” Sungyeol urged, and Haneul blinked.
“I hate you all.”
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