FOREWORDS: The new Student Body head, Lee Donghae, plainly regard women as an interference to the life he had laid down for himself. He wouldn't have a women in his flat even to clean it. When Mae asked him what harm they had ever done to him that he couldn't tolerate them in his private life, he replied. "No harm at all, except that they're a complete nuisance, and an irritating distraction from things that really matter. And the more attractive they are, the greater distraction they become. So i keep them out. Full stop. I'm woman proof." he added for good measure. But Mae was very attractive - and attracted to Donghae! - and perhaps things might have worked out for her, had it not been for that rather serious misunderstanding over her friendship with Kim Kibum.

CHAPTER I

Mae knocked on the door of her father's office, opened it and pushed her head into the room. It was empty. Disappointed, she went in, closed the door behind her and walked across to the librarian's office adjoining her father's room. That too was empty. Ms. Park had gone home.

Mae sighed. After her first day in her new school she was tense with a kind of elated self-satisfaction and longed to unwind, to tell someone how much she preferred being in an ordinary university than being in a girls' academy. But since there was no sympathetic person around to whom she could pour out her heart, she had to stifle her longing and be content with her own company for just a little longer. She dropped her bag pack to the floor and sat in her father's swivel chair. She had always found little-girl delight in that chair. Whenever she had visited the University in the past, before becoming a student herself, she had always made straight for it, swinging in bandoned circles until she was giddy. Her father had usually indulged in her, giving her a few minutes to let off steam, then he would tell her to get out of it and let him sit down.

Today she was more circumspect. She sat still, resisting the temptation to whirl around, and prepared herself for a long wait. She knew her father would be late. He always was, and she had gone into the habit of adding half an hour to whatever time he had promised to arrive. She took of her jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, found the waste paper bin, saw that it was empty and turned it upside down. Then she sat in her father's chair again, removed her shoes, put her feet on the upturned bin and waited. Feeling bored, she raked in her bag pack, took out a packet of chocolate and proceeded to eat her way through it. Then she searched around her father's desk, flipped through his papers, picked up something which looked interesting, relaxed and started to read.

She was so absorbed she forgot the time, and was surprised to find that the alloted extra half-hour had gone. Growing restless and a bit irritated, she had just decided to drag herself out of her comfortable position when the door opened.

She put on a welcoming smile and started to form the words "Right on time as usual", tinged with indulgent sarcasm, when she realized with horror that it was not her father standing in the doorway, but a complete stranger. He was tall, broadly built, and his good looks were underlined by great determination of character which added a dangerous glint to his black eyes. He came into the room and those eyes were now starring at her as if they refused to believe what they saw. When he spoke, his voice was controlled but his annoyance was unmistakable. "Would you mind telling me exactly what you think you're doing?" As she watched the anger in his eyes and took in the arrogance of his whole bearing, she became acutely uncomfortable. "What must I look like?" she wondered, and blushed a fiery red. She dropped her feet to floor and returned the papers she had been reading to her to her father's desk. Then she searched frantically for her shoes, slipped them on and stood up unsteadily, feeling as though she had committed a terrible crime. In the eyes of this man, who watched all her antics in frozen silence, it seemed she had.

"I'm- I'm sorry," was all she could find to say.

He frowned. "Are you a new student here? I haven't seen you around the school before?"

"Yes. I only started today, because it's the first day of school, you see."

"How feeble can I get?" she thought.

He answered as though he were a five-year old, and she felt she couldn't really blame him. "I'm well aware of that, but what I cannot for the life of me understand is how you could possibly have mistaken this room which belongs to a head of school- for the staff common room, or even the ladies' rest room, which you evidently think you're in. Can't you read? The title on the door- Headmaster of Neul Paran High- is surely displayed clearly enough even for someone of low intelligence to decipher. What room are you attached to?"

his cold sarcasm infuriated her and she clutched the handle of her bag as if it were trying to escape from her fingers. She drew in her lips and told him, "if you must know, Business and General Studies. I'm a General Studies Club President, and I'm entitled to enter this room."

She could hardly believe her eyes when she watched him rake in his pocket, pull out a piece of paper nad write down on it the information she had just given him.

"Name?"

By now she was beginning to regain her composure and some of her usual spirit. She was not easily sat on and this occasion was no exception. "Why should I tell him my name?" she thought. "Does he think he can crush me with his high-handed manner because I'm a very new student of this school?"

She knew he was not the president, nor the vice-president of the supreme students government, because she had met them both. so she made up her mind that she would not give any information to this overbearing individual so that he could get her into trouble-- not that she had really done anything wrong. So she was silent.

" I repeat-- name?"

Still she said nothing.

"Perhaps i should explain," he said over-patiently, "I am a senior member of staff, elected by the student government themselves. I am in fact, the Student Body head of this department." She started at that. So this was the man her father had spoken about in such glowing terms-- "Brilliant," he'd called him, "he'll go a long way. Get to the top before many more years have passed." "As such," he went on, "i am responsible for the contents of this room when the School Head is absent. i cannot allow anyone, and that includes you, to get away with what might be described as "murder"--witness your impudent occupation in this room, your attitude when i entered, and most important of all, the fact that you were reading confidential documents which you had taken from this desk. Now will you give me your name?"

to be continued...

Labels: donghae, fantasy, man out of reach, super junior story

FOREWORDS: The new Student Body head, Lee Donghae, plainly regard women as an interference to the life he had laid down for himself. He wouldn't have a women in his flat even to clean it. When Mae asked him what harm they had ever done to him that he couldn't tolerate them in his private life, he replied. "No harm at all, except that they're a complete nuisance, and an irritating distraction from things that really matter. And the more attractive they are, the greater distraction they become. So i keep them out. Full stop. I'm woman proof." he added for good measure. But Mae was very attractive - and attracted to Donghae! - and perhaps things might have worked out for her, had it not been for that rather serious misunderstanding over her friendship with Kim Kibum.

CHAPTER I

Mae knocked on the door of her father's office, opened it and pushed her head into the room. It was empty. Disappointed, she went in, closed the door behind her and walked across to the librarian's office adjoining her father's room. That too was empty. Ms. Park had gone home.

Mae sighed. After her first day in her new school she was tense with a kind of elated self-satisfaction and longed to unwind, to tell someone how much she preferred being in an ordinary university than being in a girls' academy. But since there was no sympathetic person around to whom she could pour out her heart, she had to stifle her longing and be content with her own company for just a little longer. She dropped her bag pack to the floor and sat in her father's swivel chair. She had always found little-girl delight in that chair. Whenever she had visited the University in the past, before becoming a student herself, she had always made straight for it, swinging in bandoned circles until she was giddy. Her father had usually indulged in her, giving her a few minutes to let off steam, then he would tell her to get out of it and let him sit down.

Today she was more circumspect. She sat still, resisting the temptation to whirl around, and prepared herself for a long wait. She knew her father would be late. He always was, and she had gone into the habit of adding half an hour to whatever time he had promised to arrive. She took of her jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, found the waste paper bin, saw that it was empty and turned it upside down. Then she sat in her father's chair again, removed her shoes, put her feet on the upturned bin and waited. Feeling bored, she raked in her bag pack, took out a packet of chocolate and proceeded to eat her way through it. Then she searched around her father's desk, flipped through his papers, picked up something which looked interesting, relaxed and started to read.

She was so absorbed she forgot the time, and was surprised to find that the alloted extra half-hour had gone. Growing restless and a bit irritated, she had just decided to drag herself out of her comfortable position when the door opened.

She put on a welcoming smile and started to form the words "Right on time as usual", tinged with indulgent sarcasm, when she realized with horror that it was not her father standing in the doorway, but a complete stranger. He was tall, broadly built, and his good looks were underlined by great determination of character which added a dangerous glint to his black eyes. He came into the room and those eyes were now starring at her as if they refused to believe what they saw. When he spoke, his voice was controlled but his annoyance was unmistakable. "Would you mind telling me exactly what you think you're doing?" As she watched the anger in his eyes and took in the arrogance of his whole bearing, she became acutely uncomfortable. "What must I look like?" she wondered, and blushed a fiery red. She dropped her feet to floor and returned the papers she had been reading to her to her father's desk. Then she searched frantically for her shoes, slipped them on and stood up unsteadily, feeling as though she had committed a terrible crime. In the eyes of this man, who watched all her antics in frozen silence, it seemed she had.

"I'm- I'm sorry," was all she could find to say.

He frowned. "Are you a new student here? I haven't seen you around the school before?"

"Yes. I only started today, because it's the first day of school, you see."

"How feeble can I get?" she thought.

He answered as though he were a five-year old, and she felt she couldn't really blame him. "I'm well aware of that, but what I cannot for the life of me understand is how you could possibly have mistaken this room which belongs to a head of school- for the staff common room, or even the ladies' rest room, which you evidently think you're in. Can't you read? The title on the door- Headmaster of Neul Paran High- is surely displayed clearly enough even for someone of low intelligence to decipher. What room are you attached to?"

his cold sarcasm infuriated her and she clutched the handle of her bag as if it were trying to escape from her fingers. She drew in her lips and told him, "if you must know, Business and General Studies. I'm a General Studies Club President, and I'm entitled to enter this room."

She could hardly believe her eyes when she watched him rake in his pocket, pull out a piece of paper nad write down on it the information she had just given him.

"Name?"

By now she was beginning to regain her composure and some of her usual spirit. She was not easily sat on and this occasion was no exception. "Why should I tell him my name?" she thought. "Does he think he can crush me with his high-handed manner because I'm a very new student of this school?"

She knew he was not the president, nor the vice-president of the supreme students government, because she had met them both. so she made up her mind that she would not give any information to this overbearing individual so that he could get her into trouble-- not that she had really done anything wrong. So she was silent.

" I repeat-- name?"

Still she said nothing.

"Perhaps i should explain," he said over-patiently, "I am a senior member of staff, elected by the student government themselves. I am in fact, the Student Body head of this department." She started at that. So this was the man her father had spoken about in such glowing terms-- "Brilliant," he'd called him, "he'll go a long way. Get to the top before many more years have passed." "As such," he went on, "i am responsible for the contents of this room when the School Head is absent. i cannot allow anyone, and that includes you, to get away with what might be described as "murder"--witness your impudent occupation in this room, your attitude when i entered, and most important of all, the fact that you were reading confidential documents which you had taken from this desk. Now will you give me your name?"

to be continued...

Labels: donghae, fantasy, man out of reach, super junior story