He started to murmur under his breath as I paced back and forth between the desks, not because of fear and panic, but because of boredom as I took in every murmur this handsome blonde boy uttered in this quiet space.

"What should I do? I can't be locked in here with this wicked woman! And what should I do if I am hungry? Well, there is some food available at the school kitchen, but I need to break in to be able to have that food. I can't break into school property—it will go on my permanent record, and what's worse, I'm still a transferee with a bad record! Who cares if it goes on my permanent record? It's better than starving and being watched by this wicked woman with pleasure. But where will I sleep? The floor looks comfortable for some, but it is not suitable for me since it may be cold. I'm not used to the cold," he gasped, pulling his disheveled hair hard as his blue eyes flickered from time to time.

"What if it becomes freezing cold? I have to get naked to share body heat with this wicked woman. God, I can't do that with her for Pete's sake!"

"Quiet," I coldly interrupted this blonde boy's murmur, frowning at his endearment towards me. He snapped his mouth shut as he looked into my eyes.

I looked at him with dwindling patience as I saw him widening and gasping once again.

"You are panicking again," I said, and he looked back at me.

"Huh?" he muttered dumbly.

"Your eyebrows are scrunched together," I pointed out, lifting a finger to gently touch the space between his brows, which, as I expected, the blonde boy distanced himself quite far away from me.

I shrugged as I continued to say, "It's a dead giveaway that you are thinking too much in this situation."

He raised his brows at me as he crossed his arms with a huff, stepping a little bit closer towards me. "Well, I am very sorry that I am very concerned that I am going to die and much at a faster rate since I am with you."

I furrowed my brows. "You are not going to die," I slapped my forehead, looking like I am troubled with a preschooler.

"The security guards always make their rounds at school; we can just let them. And also, why do you keep calling me a wicked woman?" I asked, frowning as I am really confused about what things I might have done for a student under my school to call me that.

He tsked.

"You are a wicked woman because—" the blonde-haired guy stopped talking as a light illuminated the dark room.

I saw relief flashing in the boy's face as he immediately went towards the door and knocked, shouting, "We're here!"

The door was opened with a click as I slightly squinted my eyes when my eyes came into contact with the light from the flashlight the security guard was holding.

"Locked in, President?" the security guard smiled.

I am familiar with the security guards at school, so I only smiled at his words.

"Try not to get locked in next time, President," the security guard smiled at me and nodded at the blonde-haired guy who seems to be waiting for me to go out.

"Yes, thank you, Sir," I politely said. He smiled and gestured for me to go on.

We exchanged farewells as I and the security parted ways. As I went towards the gate, the blonde-haired guy followed me along the way quietly.

I sighed and turned my back to face him, "Where are you going?"

He backed away slightly but then hesitated, as if contemplating his next move. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the fear of being alone on this scary road, probably?

"I... I don't have anywhere to go," he finally admitted, his voice wavering. "And I don't want to be alone right now. Can I... can I go with you?"

I looked at him, surprised by his sudden fragility. It was evident that this situation had shaken him to the core, and the tough facade he had tried to maintain was now crumbling.

My gaze when looking at him is still cold, but my feelings somewhat softened as I felt sympathy for this guy.

But before I could even open my lips and say something about this begging, the handsome blonde guy unexpectedly scoffed at me as he angrily said, "Do you really think that I will say that to you with a begging tone? Of course I am coming with you!"

"You want to go with me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow after creasing my forehead when I heard his revised response.

He nodded earnestly, his blonde hair falling messily over his forehead. "Yeah, I mean... I am one of your husbands, so I should also be coming with you on your--our home, right?"

He said with a tremor in his voice, as if he was really scared of being alone in this night but still with a little a little bit of scream on his tone.

But I did not pay any attention to him being scared, as I only paid attention to the word 'husband' that this handsome blonde guy uttered.

Husband?

I got a husband?

My brows furrowed as I pulled the collar of the blonde boy's uniform, and with a cold tone and comparable cold eyes, I asked, "What do you mean by husband? Are you my husband?"

The blonde boy was a little bit scared earlier after I pulled his collar too suddenly, but then he smirked at me sarcastically when my question fell.

"You are really amazing, huh? Now you are denying that I am your husband when a while back you are shouting that I am your husband? What? You wanted to pretend you got an amnesia today or something?" He said, scoffing.

I frowned after not getting the answer that I wanted. As I pulled his collar closer, he flinched visibly.

I licked my lower lip, which suddenly became dry for a matter of seconds, and asked slowly once again, "What do you mean by husband?"

He sighed as he flung my hand away; it somewhat hurt, but I don't care, as I still looked at his face, waiting for an answer.

The blonde boy sighed as he frowned, probably confused as to why I am acting like this.

"You really... have amnesia?" he hesitantly asked.

You closed your eyes and opened them again, gritting your teeth hard as you suppressed the impatience rising inside your chest, you asked once again.

"Answer my question first! What do you mean by husband?"

He looked you up and down and finally crossed his arms and said, "Fine, I will answer you, but it is not only husband that you had. It is not only me that you have as a husband." He paused as his smile widened.

I felt a bad premonition as the blonde guy once again opened his lips and said.

"You have six more husbands back home," he smiled, not happily, but quite sarcastically.

I felt my eyes turn black because of this sudden revelation."