Glass Hearts [BL]
Chapter 71: Get Out of My Face[June’s POV]

Chapter 71: Get Out of My Face[June’s POV]

"That’s her room," the butler said, gesturing to a tall black door at the end of the hallway before turning and walking away.

I took a deep breath.

You’ve survived naked billionaires, emotional damage, and potential STD-infested bedsheets. You can survive this.

I knocked.

The door creaked open a few seconds later.

This... was her?

Yuri Han didn’t look like the glammed-up luxury goddess I’d imagined. I expected her to look like Nari, with pearl necklace, pink chiffon and all.

Instead, she had a fresh buzzcut, and a thin black choker that hugged her throat. Her outfit was a baggy black tee, ripped jeans, and a dark eyeliner. She had more goth-tomboy energy than pink heiress.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked, staring at me in a really creepy way.

"Huh...uh, I’m here to clean your room," I stammered, holding up my feather duster.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh. That. Don’t worry about it. I already cleaned it."

"You... cleaned it?"

"Yeah."

"But... it’s my job. I was paid to."

"Yeah, not a big deal." She waved a hand dismissively. "You’ll still get your full payment. I won’t tell anyone I did it. So relax."

"Really? That’s... thank you so much," I said, genuinely touched. Maybe she wasn’t scary.

"That’s so nice of..."

"Yeah yeah, get out of my face," she said, and bam, slammed the door shut before I could finish.

I stood there blinking at the shut door.

"Oh wow," I said to myself, rubbing my nose. "That was awkward. And a little violent."

I made my way down the staircase, rolling my eyes at the weirdness of the Han family. One sibling walks around like a naked sex god. The other could be the lead singer in a vampire punk-rock band. What a house.

Just as I hit the last step, I nearly bumped into a man in a gray suit.

Mr Han.

"Oh....hello, sir," I said quickly, bowing my head in respect.

He looked up from his phone and blinked when he saw me. "Miss Halloway? What are you doing here?"

"I came over to clean," I said, gesturing to my tote bag of supplies. "I’m heading out now."

"Oh." He glanced at the wall clock behind him. "It’s almost 9 PM. Pretty late for a young girl to be heading out alone."

"I’ll be fine, sir. I’ll just catch a bus."

He frowned. "That’s the thing. The bus station is quite a walk from here. And my driver just left for the night..."

I took a step back instinctively. "No worries, really, I...."

"I’ll call Ian to give you a ride," he said, already turning around.

"No no sir, I’m really fine..."

My heart stopped.

Oh no.

God, no.

"Ian!" he called out, raising his voice slightly. "Come down here for a second!"

I froze.

I wanted to die. Actually, I wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole. Or at least offer me a shovel so I could dig my own grave.

Because the last person I wanted to be alone with in a car at night... was Ian Han.

"Ian!" Principal Han called out again, louder this time.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs, followed by a yawn that sounded like it belonged to someone who didn’t give a single damn about the world.

Ian.

He was shirtless again, with a towel around his neck. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, his hair still damp like he just came out of the shower.

The moment he saw me, he actually pointed.

"What is she still doing here?" he asked.

Principal Han said calmly. "You’re going to give her a ride."

Ian laughed. Then snorted. "Dad, you must be joking, right?"

"I’m not. You have two sisters. You know better than to let a young lady walk to a bus stop this late."

"I’m good, sir," I muttered. "For real, I’m good. I can do the walking. I’ve got legs. I love walking. Huge fan of it, honestly."

"No," the Principal said, with that same authority.

Ian looked at his dad, then back at me, and gave this lazy, dramatic sigh. "Fine."

"...Fine?" I blinked. Did I hear that right? "You’re actually agreeing?"

"Don’t get too excited, Cinderella," he said, already turning around. "Let me get my shirt. And my car key. So I don’t get arrested for public indecency again."

He jogged back up the stairs, laughing to himself.

I stood there frozen, backpack slung over one shoulder, unsure whether to scream or run.

Principal Han looked at me and said with a chuckle, "Don’t worry, he’ll be good. He’s annoying, but harmless."

That was the problem.

Ian Han wasn’t harmless.

He was dangerous in the exact way that made you want to get in trouble.

Even when you knew better.

And now I was about to get in a car with him. Alone. At night.

Lord help me.

My fingers clenched around the strap of my bag. I was already regretting this. Riding in Ian Han’s car was bound to ruin whatever peace I had left in my mental health.

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I silently slid into Ian’s car, folding the passenger seat like I was trying not to exist.

Every bump on the road felt like a personal attack cos of my stomach pain.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even look at him.

My stomach was tying itself into knots. Thank God Principal Han insisted Ian give me a ride. I genuinely don’t think I could’ve made that walk without passing out on a sidewalk and being mistaken for a crime scene.

I shifted uncomfortably in the seat and winced in pain. Ugh.

Beside me, Ian was bobbing his stupid head to the most offensively bad playlist known to mankind....some EDM-remix of a moaning anime girl and trap beats. I resisted the urge to punch the car stereo.

I turned my head slowly, glared at him, and said nothing. Not because I was being polite....because I physically didn’t have the energy to start a fight.

He leaned forward to adjust the rearview mirror.... but for some reason, it tilted just enough to meet my eyes. We locked gazes for a second. I looked away first. Obviously.

"Relax," he said, not even looking at me. "You look like you’re about to be sold to a Russian mafia."

"You’re worse than one," I muttered, fumbling with my seatbelt.

He just laughed and kept on driving.

Instead, I pulled out my phone and opened the group chat.

GenZ baddies 💅🫦

Me:

Ughhh I’m so pissed off right now.

I just had a shit job, I’m almost home.

I need you guys tomorrow. I’m free and I need my emotional support before I go crazy 😭

A second later, Ash started typing.

Ash:

I also do 😩

I’ll be free tomorrow.

How bout we meet up at the hospital in the morning?

And then Marcus:

Ughh I was gonna finish my comic tomorrow but anyways I’ll be there by 10.

I giggled.

Honestly, Marcus and that stupid comic of his. Boy needs help.

Me:

Yessss 💅💀🫶 Emotional Support Council Assemble!

(then, I sent sticker of a chubby duck in sunglasses dancing)

Ian suddenly pulled up in front of the bus station. Thank the heavens. I was ready to leap out anyways.

"We’re here," he tapped the steering.

"Thanks," I mumbled, grabbing my tote bag.

But of course, he couldn’t let me leave in peace.

As I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door handle, Ian turned his head, looked me up and down, and said with a smirk, "By the way, next time you want to stare at me in the hallway, maybe don’t do it with drool in your mouth. It’s kind of desperate."

I rolled my eyes so hard and hissed.

"You wish," I muttered, opening the door.

"OH MY GOD!"

Ian’s scream almost made me trip.

"What now?!" I panicked, spinning toward him.

He widened his eyes. "Did you just...did you just murder someone?! There’s blood all over your..."

I froze.

Looked down.

Oh my God.

The lower back of my dress.

I just got my period.

In Ian Han’s car.

In Ian Han’s presence.

In front of Ian Han’s eyes.