Back at it again.
Sorry for the wait! I had this stewing for a while but it'll never be perfect so here you all go.
Due to popular request, we moved a little away from Jan Di in this chapter for a moment.
Ga Eul pressed the space bar on her laptop. The music pounding through her headphones ceased, and she sighed. Nothing could take her mind to another place like music. She remembered the day her older brother had installed the top class mixer for her and she had slept through the first two periods of school the next day because she hadn't slept all night. Electronic music would never be as popular as the pop songs that she made with Loveli, but her heart wouldn't let it go. Feet resting on the corner of the desk, she sluggishly rearranged the bassline, replaying the same four measure segment over and over...
Pause. Rearrange. Yes, that was it, that was something good. Ga Eul put her feet down, smiling as she saved the file. Five seconds could mean the difference between mediocre and magnificent, and she was definitely much more comfortable producing something magnificent.
It was far from done. But she doubted it would take too long before her awkward life pushed her back to the soundboard. It wasn't a stress reliever, but composing put her thoughts in order nonetheless.
Light footsteps in the hallway made her toss her headphones down and get up. She had been waiting to talk to Jan Di, wanting to ask her about her plan for the talent show. Not that Ga Eul particularly cared. Well, maybe she did. A tiny bit. She was worried, and she didn't want the other two to know how afraid she was of messing up. Her family didn't plan much for her life, aside from a future marriage to some heir, and her job with Loveli was the only chance she had ever gotten to prove herself and work hard. She didn't want to mess it up by making a mistake here.
Swinging the door open, she spotted Jan Di fumbling with her keys. Questions about songs to perform died on Ga Eul's lips as soon as she saw her best friend's face. It was blotchy and red, her eyes still leaking tears, her nose raw and a little snotty.
"Jan Di?" Ga Eul rushed towards her friend, resting an arm on Jan Di's shorter shoulders and felt her quivering.
"Hey," Jan Di said, her voice hoarse. She walked into her apartment, shaking off Ga Eul's hand. Ga Eul followed her, turning on the light when Jan Di didn't make any move to.
"Have you been crying?" Ga Eul immediately regretted asking. What a stupid question! Of course she has! Ga Eul helplessly watched Jan Di kick her shoes off, each hitting the wall with a resounding thunk.
"Maybe," Jan Di mumbled.
"What's wrong?" Jan Di flopped onto the couch, her skirt riding up but not making a move to fix it. What was freaking Ga Eul out now was Jan Di's lack of energy, which only happened at extreme down points, like when her parents had stopped her from continuing swim. Ga Eul took a careful seat near her friend's feet, curling up onto the cushion as best she could. Silently, she reached over to rub Jan Di's shoulder, waiting for her friend to talk. Finally, she spoke.
"My mom called," Jan Di said listlessly. She blinked without seeing anything, her chest rising and falling slowly.
"Oh." Ga Eul's heart sank. They both knew no further explanation was needed. "Want to rant about it?"
"Not really. Thanks anyways," Jan Di said, turning onto her other side and curling up.
"It can't be that bad," Ga Eul said, hoping the lie didn't come through her voice. Jan Di's parents had long been nicknamed the prison guards. Ga Eul could understand their harshness only because her own parents behaved in the same way at times. "Don't think about it too long. Wondergirl has to get back to saving the world," She said, leaning over to gently pat Jan Di's shoulder. A noncommittal huff was all the response she got.
"Want me to make some tea?" A shrug. Ga Eul took that as a 'yes,' and got up, giving one last glance to the moping girl before disappearing through to the kitchen.
She wished her friend was in a better mood. Mostly because she knew it sucked. A small part of her wanted to talk about school. A big part of her wanted to show Jan Di the new track she had been working on. She bit her lip as she remembered the stabbing pain of seeing her friend give less than her whole attention to Ga Eul's work. She knew Jan Di was her best friend, but it wouldn't kill her to take a second to show some appreciation. Ga Eul shook her head, picking up a large polka dot mug, hoping to cast aside any bitter thoughts. They were all each other had at the moment, and she was just being petty. She swallowed her thoughts and took the tea back to her friend.
Message 12:13am From: Jae Kyung
I'VE GOT THE SONG! And a room!
Message 12:14am From: Ga Eul
What song?
Message 12:14am From: Ga Eul
And how? It's midnight
Message 12:15 From: Jae Kyung
Stayed after school and asked for rooms. Two weeks until auditions! DON'T FORGET TO MEET UP AFTER CLASSES!
Message 12:16 From: Ga Eul
What song?
Message 12:16 From: Jae Kyung
It's a surprise ;)
Message 12:17 From: Ga Eul
Don't make me regret this.
Message 12:17 From: Jan Di
Stop talking in the groupchat I'm trying to sleep
Message 12:18 From: Jae Kyung
Sorry! See you tomorrow. Bring snacks! XOXO
Ga Eul liked school. Really, she did, even though she didn't always express it as clearly as that. But being late to school made her wish she could crawl back into her old bedroom in her parent's mansion and sleep for days.
She had rushed to school, hair and clothes untidy, and breathlessly stumbled into the room ten minutes late. The teacher scolded her and wrote her tardiness down with a tsk. She had barely been awake long enough to think clearly, but she felt an irrational anger at Jan Di for failing to check if she was up. They usually talked every morning.
Sliding in her seat, she bitterly missed living with her family. She missed her brothers. She hadn't seen them for a few months, and they never failed to bring her peace of mind. Jan Di was of no help, very busy now pretending not to like Joon Pyo. Jae Kyung was making new friends everywhere she glanced. The school's dance was coming up, and there would be no doubt that it would soon become the topic of all their conversations.
And then there were Ga Eul's classes. Her classes! Of all the things that she thought she would have trouble with, maintaining a passing grade in Ceramics was certainly not one. She was amazed at how difficult school could become when the private tutor was taken out of the equation. She didn't think a tutor could even help her in this pointless art class, she thought dismally. Talent with music didn't translate into talent with pottery. At. All.
She dimly was aware of the clay's uncooperative lumping under her fingers as she tried to coil it. After a few more minutes of struggling, she gave up. Wiping her hands off on her apron, she walked to one of the cabinets to examine what exactly she was trying to replicate. As if that helped with anything.
"Watch out!" Ga Eul jumped at the sudden warning, and froze- but it was too late. A chord tripped her up, and she came crashing down, a piece of pottery smashing to pieces under her. She sat stunned as a few people laughed, and slowly she pushed herself back up. Her heart sank as she realized that the pain in her hands wasn't just from the impact; little bits of glass had embedded themselves in her hands. She trembled, blood against her pale skin stunning her. She was afraid to move. If anything impaired her ability to play instruments, she was a goner. Oh god, her hands, she needed them for everything. Cold shock and fear washed over her like an egg smashing on her head as she stared at the blood dripping down.
"Are you alright?" Someone asked. With horror, she realized that she was crying. She sniffed, rubbing her sleeve against her eyes quickly.
"Yes, I'm fine, I was just surprised. That's all," she said, looking up at who was talking to her. She froze; it was So Yi Jung. Of course. Just her luck. She would be right next to his table. The universe was out to make a day packed with the worst possible combination of events.
"So Yi Jung, show her where the nurse is," the teacher ordered, not bothering to look into the injury too closely. Great, she thought sarcastically. She got to her feet as best she could, trying not to jump when he held onto her elbow to help her up. She followed him out the door, cringing when someone called "Don't let her trip again!"
"Sorry about that," she muttered as soon as they were in the hallway. "I'm a little clumsy."
"It's not your fault," he said. "Accidents happen. Most pottery is destined to break sometime."
She stared at her hands to avoid catching his eye, and grimaced as she realized she was dripping blood all over the floor. Her hands stung in the air. For some reason, she found herself saying, "I wasn't actually worried about the pottery. I was worried about my hands."
"Good to know you aren't worried about my broken project," he said lightly. She cringed.
"That was yours?"
"Yeah," he said, shrugging. "It's fine. It wasn't going the way I wanted it to."
"Sorry about that," she said. He grinned, and she felt something in her chest freeze up. She saw his mouth moving, but couldn't process what he was saying until he was halfway through his sentence.
"You should be more worried about your hands anyways," He insisted, frowning. "It probably hurts, doesn't it?"
"Y-yeah," she said, unwilling to announce how little pain tolerance she had.
"I hope it heals quickly. You play guitar, don't you?" he said. She stared in surprise, eyes wide.
"How did you know that?" She asked.
"Callouses," he said simply.
"Oh," she said, holding his gaze for a moment before looking down at her hands. The blood had covered most of her callouses already. When had he noticed that?
"This is the door," he said, and she stopped walking, realizing too late that he was no longer walking next to her. He stood a few meters before her, and Ga Eul flushed when she realized she hadn't been paying attention.
"Thanks," she said quickly, walking into the room as he held open the door for her.
"You kind of remind me of someone," he said, almost as an afterthought as she walked in front of him. She turned and smiled nervously.
"I haven't spoken to you before," she said quickly. Could he possibly have recognized her? He just nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"I guess so. Anyways, I really hope your hands feel better," he said, turning his back and walking out of the office without another word. The woman behind the desk had spoken to her three times before she snapped out of her reverie and looked away.
"Alright! I'm calling it," Jae Kyung announced proudly, her chest heaving. She grinned as she watched the other two immediately collapse on the floor in groans.
Even though it had only been a few weeks since they'd practiced, the slack was significant. They were out of step with each other, off beat, and quickly breathless. Nothing that some hard work couldn't fix, though.
"Thank God," Jan Di whined, spread eagle on the cool floor. "Let's-" she huffed. "Let's get some food."
"Is that all you think about?" Ga Eul flicked Jan Di's head.
"Yeah," Jan Di said defensively, hand raised to fend off any more flicks.
"Then why didn't you bring snacks like I told you to," Jae Kyung scolded.
For now, the three had been practicing in the school's music room. Somehow Jae Kyung had manipulated the custodian into packing the chairs onto the side of the room for them—no doubt using a few of her trademark puppy looks- and the practice area was almost as large as the old one they had. If they got picked for the show, they would get a real spot near the gym or something.
"I've got a project to work on," Jae Kyung complained, standing up. "Now I'm all sweaty."
"It's not like you're trying to impress anyone," Jan Di mumbled into the floor, rolling onto her back. Jae Kyung glared.
"Maybe I don't like smelling like a locker room, ever thought of that?"
"Hm… Speaking of locker rooms," Jan Di said, eyes flying open and pulling herself into a sitting position in the blink of an eye. Ga Eul instantly grew wary of the outraged glint in Jan Di's eye. "Guess what happened today!"
"I'd love to hear, but I have to meet up with some people for the project," Jae Kyung said, grabbing her backpack. "Text me later!" She called as she left, the door swinging behind her.
"I'll listen," Ga Eul said sleepily, body still wilted against the floor. Her blood was pumping faster than it had in a while and as exhilarating as it was, she didn't know if she was ready to be vertical for a few more minutes.
"So…" Jan Di began her story.
Three Hours Earlier
Jan Di was waiting to get into the swim locker rooms when her enemy, Gu Joon Pyo, hair once again curled in the most arrogant way, snuck up behind her and grabbed her hand and began to drag her down the hallway.
"Hey! Let me go," she shouted, digging her heels into the ground to try and stop. They skidded, and she tripped over her feet and had to hold onto the back of Joon Pyo's arm to keep herself from falling.
He stopped walking once they had reached outside. The wind had picked up from that morning, and she spat her hair out of her mouth as it flailed around her face. Jan Di wrenched herself free from his grip and leaned on the brick wall behind her in exhaustion. She shook her arm out, more to get rid of the sensation of his hand on hers than anything else.
"Gu Joon Pyo," she huffed angrily, glaring, her lip upturned in a perfect sneer. "What's wrong with you?"
He grinned at her. For a moment, he didn't say anything, and her shoulders tensed as his silence dragged on.
"Don't worry, you don't have to act. No one's around."
"Act?" She said, confused and completely done with his antics. Could someone explain why she was cursed with such a nuisance! "Why would I have to act?" He smirked and moved forward. She stood her ground.
"I know," he said finally, putting especially heavy emphasis on the word. Jan Di's face dropped from anger to astonishment. Her mouth fell open in horror. He knew! Every expletive she knew ran through her head in that moment, followed immediately by a panic. Her heart sped up as though she was about to be put on trial, and her hands fell to shakily clench around the hem of her shirt.
"I can explain-" her stuttering was cut off by his laugh.
"I should've known you would be the type of girl to hide what you were feeling. I can forgive you now for kicking me. It was just an act of love, after all," he finished, leaning on the wall next to her. "I don't blame you. It's hard for anyone not to fall in love with me."
Wait. What?
"Hold on," she said slowly. He stayed quiet, his smug look irritating her to insanity as she tried to process what was going on. "You know that I- that I what, exactly."
Judging by his words, she could've guessed, but the confirmation- "I know that you like me-" came as a wave of relief, disgust, and anger all at once.
"That I what!" Jan Di spluttered, crossing her arms. She drew herself up to her full height- still irritatingly short next to him, damn- and stared him straight in the eye. "Have you really gone insane?"
"It's so obvious."
"What's obvious? Isn't it clear enough that I hate everything about you?"
"You can't deny it," he said, laughing. He leaned in closer to her, like he was going to tell her a secret. "I already saw your face when I told you. You're not that good of an actor."
"Trust me, I don't have to be an actor to make this expression," she said, unwavering in her position despite her discomfort at his proximity. She could smell the cologne he had used, and he didn't seem like he was about to back off.
"It's a pretty cute face for such an ugly girl, too," he said. She huffed, moving to walk around him, but he reached his arm out to stop her.
"Do you really want to die?" She snapped, loud enough that it would've drawn attention if anyone was around. "Don't touch me or I'll sue you."
"I was thinking about how sad it was that you like someone so completely out of your league," he said, unfazed by her angry red face and fierce glare coupled with threats. "And I decided, since you're so pathetic, I'll let you be my girlfriend outside of school."
Jan Di froze. The rate of her thoughts could not even begin to compete with the sudden influx of stupidity pouring in through her ears. In hindsight, she couldn't believe that she thought a boy so unobservant and idiotic would figure out her secret identity. But now it was tiring. Good looks aside, how did anyone in this school having Joon Pyo as 'top dog'? "Leave me alone. I'm going back to swim."
"Are you serious?" He said, face turned from smug to surprise as her opinion didn't change. "You're passing up this deal?"
"Who do you think you are? Get out of my way!" She shouted, and throwing up her arms in exasperation, she shoved him out of her way and stalked back to the locker room, leaving a very confused, very offended Gu Joon Pyo frozen to the pavement.
"I'll talk to you later," Ga Eul called to Jan Di as Jan Di left the music room after finishing her story. Jan Di was so obsessed with hating Joon Pyo it was a little funny. Ga Eul stretched her arms above her head and sat down at the piano bench, beginning a warm up sequence. She cringed a little; her hand still stung a little from that morning's injury, but it wasn't anything crippling.
Yes. This was nice.
She could get lost in a place without time playing music, which is why she had sent Jan Di ahead. She could play for hours…
And unknowingly, Ga Eul did.
Jae Kyung met up with her project partners at a coffee shop just a block away from the school. She knew exactly who they were- Jan Di's tormenters, So Yi Jung and Song Woo Bin. It was purely coincidence that they were all in the same homeroom, and that she had gotten them as partners for her literature project. When she arrived, the other two boys were already sitting at a booth with coffees. It didn't escape her notice that Woo Bin had on a large pair of sunglasses and his scarf was wrapped around his face. She knew what it felt like to have a crush, but this time around she really was astounded at her heart's fickleness. This guy was a total clown.
"Hello!" She greeted, dropping her bag on the chair beside them. She ordered a coffee before sitting down. Yi Jung had his notebook out.
"Who has started reading it so far?" Yi Jung asked, looking up expectantly. Jae Kyung glanced down to his book, noticing the bookmark was already set well past the halfway point. She smiled sheepishly.
"Not yet," she said.
"I don't feel like reading it," Woo Bin said, and Jae Kyung suppressed a grin at the muffled way his voice came out through the scarf. He looked like a fluffy puff. Yes, that described it quite accurately. Yi Jung ignored him.
"If you want to start reading the book," Yi Jung continued. "I can write the analysis starting on chapter twenty to the end, you can do the first ten chapters, and Woo Bin will do the middle."
"Sounds good," Jae Kyung nodded. She glanced at Woo Bin, who hadn't taken off his sunglasses. She continued, "Are we going to make a presentation? I'm fine with doing the talking." She smiled again. Yi Jung was staring, evidently annoyed, at his friend, but nodded his head.
"I'll put together the slides," He said. They began to discuss the timeline to complete the project, and Jae Kyung relaxed as it became clear that the project was in Yi Jung's very capable hands. If it wasn't for his awful reputation, she would say he actually was a great guy. They wrapped up their plans in under an hour.
"Why are you wearing those glasses anyways," Jae Kyung said finally, taking the last sip of her coffee. Slowly, Woo Bin lowered the shades. Jae Kyung's smile froze, suddenly feeling her heart skipping in anticipation or nerves, she had no idea.
"I need to protect myself from your beautiful smile," He said, giving her a smirk while his other hand went to his chest. "It's just too bright—it hurts my heart."
Jae Kyung laughed so suddenly she would've spit all over the table if she had any more liquid in her mouth. As it was, she ended up coughing, unable to stop laughing. Yi Jung muttered something that sounded like, "That definitely sounded better in theory." Wiping away a tear of mirth, she stood up, grabbing her bag.
"Nice try," she said, grinning. "That's my cue to leave. Let's meet again," she waved, and flounced out of the coffee shop, still grinning and sure her smile wouldn't be moving any time soon.
"Hello!" Ga Eul banged on the music room door. "Hello! There's someone in here!" Ga Eul peeked into the hallway through the glass of the door, but no one was there.
Completely absorbed in the piano, she had missed the custodian doing his rounds and locking the door. After glancing at the clock and noticing that over an hour had already passed, she had slung her bag back over her shoulder and made for the door, only to find it bolted closed.
Stay calm, she had told herself. There had to be someone else in this school! They wouldn't just leave her here overnight, right? Her banging on the door turned frantic, and she ended up kicking it in frustration.
Damn. The cool glass window of the door felt nice against her warm face, and she rested her forehead on it for a moment while she caught her breath.
Phone. Right. Jan Di could get her, no problem. Her hands fumbled in her bag for the smooth metal case of her new phone, and with a relieved laugh she pulled it out.
She grinned. Her grin slipped off her face just as quickly as it had appeared when the phone refused to wake up.
"You're shitting me!" The curse slipped out with a groan of frustration, and she was an instant away from throwing the offending device on the tile. She kicked the door again - Ah, damn, that's real wood—and then slumped to the ground, resting her head on her knees.
Curse my love for classical piano, she thought dismally. Her stomach growled achingly loud. Food… Food… She wished she had thought to put snacks in her bag. There was only one way out of this. Ga Eul set her jaw firmly and stood up.
That window is the secret to my salvation, she decided. The window in question was less than two feet wide and a foot and a half high, and it also happened to be conveniently located above the very high bookcase of terribly fragile musical instruments. No big deal.
By the time she had assembled a tall stack of furniture, she was huffing and red in the face. (Said stack of furniture would also never be able to pass any type of safety test. Even a safety test set up by birds or something.) Yeah, it was that risky, Ga Eul decided as she placed her first step on the metal bar of the back of one of the chairs.
One step at a time… slowly… yes, almost there- with a triumphant whoop she grabbed onto the top of the shelf and her hands found the window latch. She poked her head out, her toes scrambling to find something to secure herself, and that was when the entire precarious pile began to topple. With an impressively loud BANG, the assortment of chairs and music stands let gravity do its worst. Her feet dangling behind her, her arms already latching onto the freedom of the outside world, she just wanted to die already, please end this misery.
The absolute worst moment—the moment where she prayed please let this just be some horrific nightmare from eating too much commoner's ramyun—started with Ga Eul first hearing the sound of a lock opening and the door behind her swinging open. The next thing she heard was the painfully familiar voice "Ga Eul-ssi?"
No, no, please no-
"You alright there?" Ga Eul shuddered, already knowing her face was red with exertion and embarrassment. Slowly, she turned her face around to confront the boy who, out of all the people who could possibly save her from this predicament, she would rather just be stuck out a window than get help from.
"Yi Jung-Sunbae," she stammered. Face, I would appreciate it if you could stop being so damn red. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same thing," he said. And then he did the worst thing he possibly could have done—he laughed. A miserable anger accompanied her embarrassment. "Need some help?"
"No." She said vehemently. She was lucky he wasn't any closer or he'd get a nice view of her underwear. "I'm just fine."
"You sure?"
"Yes!" She said, screwing her eyes up in anger at… who was she angry at anymore?
"In that case, I'll get going. I'm looking for Ji Hoo, you haven't seen him around have you?"
"No," She said dismally, not even sure what was going on anymore. I'm going to kill everything, including myself.
"Really? Not even out that window? I'm sure the view's great." Ga Eul could scream. She didn't even deign to answer, and she wasn't sure her face could even get any warmer. "I'll be going then," he said, and she heard the door close. She waited only a few moments before letting out the most distraught, frustrated, and infuriated "AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH!" To make it worse, she was pretty sure her legs were falling asleep.
She heard the laughter before her shout could even stop reverberating around the room. The door opened again and, still laughing, she heard Yi Jung's footsteps approach her. She blinked the tears of frustration out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said, still laughing. He repeated it again before coughing and sobering up. "Just let go, I'll catch you."
"Are you serious?" She squeaked. I need my legs to dance, she rationalized, even though it was the thought of falling into Yi Jung's strong arms that made her knees weak.
"Yeah. You're only a couple of feet up, and I swear I won't drop you."
"I-" She felt her fingers clutch tighter. "I don't know if I can."
"Yes you can."
"I-" She grit her teeth. "Ok. Ok, I'll try."
"On three," he said calmly. "One. Two-"she loosened her grip and closed her eyes tightly. Goodbye cruel world. "Three!"
Her feet hit his arm first and then she was falling backwards. She vaguely heard a scream and it wasn't until she had stopped falling that she realized it had been her.
She wasn't on the ground. Her legs were intact. Cautiously, she opened an eye.
Yi Jung was carrying her as if he caught girls falling out of windows all the time. He smiled at her and her eyes went wide for a second before she scrambled to stand up again. He let her, and didn't even laugh when she almost fell again.
"Th-thanks," she said, her heart in her throat.
"No problem." It was then that her stomach decided to growl—How can I be hungry even after all of that?—and she turned an even darker shade of red. "Do you want to get something to eat together?" He asked.
"What?" She was so shocked at his question she forgot to be embarrassed.
"I have something I'd like to talk to you about."
Ga Eul ends up sitting opposite Yi Jung at a hole-in-the-wall porridge shop that's surprisingly good. The conversation is awkward, and Ga Eul is sure that he's only listening to be polite but is surprised when he remembers to ask about her hand. Somehow they end up talking about their favorite bands, and Ga Eul is slightly relieved to hear that he prefers classical music.
"As I was saying earlier," He says finally. "There's something I need to talk to you about."
"What?" Ga Eul asks, putting her napkin down.
"It's about your friend, Geum Jan Di." Ga Eul's eyes immediately narrow suspiciously, but she doesn't jump just yet.
"What about her?"
"Tell her to stay away from Joon Pyo." His polite smile is gone now, replaced by a mysterious pensive look.
"No offense, but it was your Joon Pyo who started bothering Jan Di." Ga Eul said sharply. "She's never expressed any interest in him."
"I'm not saying this because I have something against Jan Di," He said quickly. "But please don't act like you can't see where this is going."
"No, I can't. Jan Di doesn't want to be with Joon Pyo, he's been nothing but horrible to her. And- you're just as bad, by association," she muttered, her temper flaring.
"Thanks," he said sarcastically. "It's not like I can control what he does."
"It's not like you tried."
"I'm know what's going to happen if they end up together and I'm trying to warn you," he said, anger lacing his voice. "It will be bad for the both of them. It's in both their best interests to stay away."
"Right," Ga Eul said sarcastically. She grabbed her bag off the seat and stood up. "Well, if you hate them together so much, tell your precious Joon Pyo to stay away from my friend." Annoyed with the zipper of her bag, Ga Eul fumbled for some bills to throw on the table to pay for her food before slinging her bag over her shoulder and stomping out of the store.
The dark night welcomed her. She stared at her feet as she rushed towards the bus station, snatching her headphones out of her bag and turning her music's volume up to drown out her thoughts.
Apparently, it worked. She didn't notice anything anymore. Not even the click and flash of a camera right behind her.
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