Note: Ji Min is Ga Eul's childhood friend(the one Jan Di thinks killed her fish), and Jae Kyung's neighbor.
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After loading the last box into Yi Jeong's car, Ji Min turned to the girls.
"Best of luck." He smiled. "I'll miss having you around. It's been a real pleasure. Stay in touch."
With that said, he waved the girls goodbye.
"He means you, right? Not Ga Eul," Yi Jeong asked Jae Kyung.
Her eyes twinkled. "I don't know. Ga Eul was around A LOT when I lived here."
_oOo_
It didn't take long for the housewarming party to derail. In hindsight, mentioning Hana's potluck in front of Ga Eul, an aspiring chef, was a bit stupid, but how was Jae Kyung supposed to know that Ga Eul and Jan Di disagreed on the very definition of appropriate potluck food?
"You are confusing her," said Jan Di. She turned to Jae Kyung. "Unnie, keep things simple. Take an omelet. None of this fancy-shmancy Shakshuka nonsense."
"An omelet hardly counts as an appropriate pot-luck food," said Ga Eul. "And there is nothing complicated about Shakshuka. You understood the recipe, right, Unnie?"
"I understood 'oil the pan.' So, step one is done," said Jae Kyung.
"See? Too complicated. Unnie, this is how you make an omelet…"
This fight had been going on for an hour. Still. It was sweet that they cared this much.
She shuffled her feet. If Woo Bin was here, he'd distract everyone by doing some hilarious dance with the vegetables. Or interrupt the fight by suggesting they just buy something. Sure, this wouldn't resolve the problem. It'd only lead to Jan Di bickering with him instead, but it'd still be fun to watch.
But he wasn't here. And that was fine. She loved spending time with the girls. She looked back at them. Ten more minutes had passed, yet the debate showed no sign of ending.
"No, adding cheese doesn't suddenly make an omelet fancier," said Ga Eul.
She should give them some space. They'll figure it out.
Exiting the kitchen, she sunk into the sofa. The furniture in the new apartment was so much nicer. Her old sofa was practically on life support.
Her phone beeped, alerting her to a text message.
Code Yellow.
Beep. Another text.
A picture of Yi Jeong with a girl. Her back was turned. So, Jae Kyung couldn't see her face.
Beep.
SoEul's got some competition.
She picked at her phone case. She'd promised to take a step back, but this was a legit emergency. She hit dial.
"Woo Bin. What the hell? You call this a code yellow? He's on a date."
"Hi, Jae."
"How can you sound so chirpy at a time like this?"
"It's good to hear your voice. Even if you are yelling." He paused. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."
"Of course not … I've just been busy. With the move and all. You know how it is."
He took a second to answer. "That makes sense. I guess."
"Getting back to the topic at hand. This is clearly Code Red."
"Nah. It's not that serious. Trust me. I've got everything under control. Cupid's honor." There was some noise in the background. "Listen, I gotta go. Yi Jeong is back."
Slipping the phone back in her pocket, she returned to the kitchen.
"There you are," said Ga Eul. "We settled on the dish: ramen."
Jae Kyung flashed them a smile. "That sounds great."
Time to put her game face on. Screw the potluck. This was far more important.
"So." She shifted closer to Ga Eul. "How's Yi Jeong?"
_oOo_
An Na joined Yi Jeong on the sofa. "The lounge is simply beautiful. Your father wasn't exaggerating. You truly are a master potter."
Woo Bin wedged himself between them. "Yes, yes. Yi Jeong's pots are great." He turned the TV on. "You guys wanna watch a documentary? There's this great one on mucus production."
Yi Jeong rolled his eyes. He brought this upon himself. By inviting Woo Bin to join.
This all started two days ago, when Yi Jeong and his father met for dinner.
"Need I remind you of the Parks past generosity?" said his father.
"And given their past generosity, I'm sure they can afford a nice hotel for their daughter."
"It's outrageous that after your little stunt in Sweden, you think you've got any leg to stand on."
"My little stunt? The project was a huge success. I sold over three hundred pieces. Acquired fifty new clients."
"And your abrupt departure soured the relationship with at least twenty of them."
Yi Jeong took a deep breath. "I can show her around town. Make sure she feels welcome here, as a favor to the Parks." He stood up. "But under no circumstances will I let her live with me."
"Stop being so dramatic. It's not like she'll be a permanent house guest. It's only for a few days."
"Thanks for the meal, father. I've work to wrap up."
An Na Park's voice brought him back to reality.
"That's an interesting piece," she said. She picked up Ga Eul's distorted pottery piece, the one she'd made way back when she dumped her two-timing ex.
He snatched the piece back. "Don't touch that."
A startled look passed across her face.
"This piece is very fragile."
"Yi Jeong is mental about his pots," said Woo Bin. "I wouldn't touch any of them." Shifting closer, he whispered. "He can be a little unstable."
_oOo_
The girls sat on the living room floor, a bowl of chips between them.
"It sounds like an arranged date," said Jae Kyung.
Ga Eul dipped her hands in the bowl. "I'm sorry?"
"You know, an arranged date. Kind of like a blind date, only it's set up by the families. And marriage is usually the end goal."
"Marriage!"
One important thing Jae Kyung learned since starting this mission? Her threshold for normal was different from the general population's. For her, parents meddling in their kids' dating lives was a common, everyday occurrence. Low pressure, really. But looking at the horrified expression on Ga Eul's face, it wasn't a universal experience.
She should change tactics. "I am probably wrong. It's a rather outdated tradition. I'm sure it's just a normal business dinner."
"No, you're definitely onto something. This does sound an awful lot like the kind of dinners my future monster-in-law's arranged for Jun Pyo."
Jae Kyung nudged her, pointing to Ga Eul.
"But I'm sure it's nothing." Jan Di picked up her phone. "I'll be right back."
"Even if it is, I'm sure Yi Jeong can handle it. Marriage is the end goal. It takes years to get there. Plenty of time for him to skedaddle."
That didn't soothe Ga Eul at all.
Jae Kyung engulfed her in a bear hug. "Come on. Let's go out and do something." She sorted through a few options in her head. A bar? Nah, not Ga Eul's scene. The sushi place down the street? No, too passive. She needed something upbeat and fun. Something like … her eyes lit up. "Oooh. How about a trampoline park? All that jumping. Great way to channel anxiety and aggression."
A ghost of a smile graced Ga Eul's face. "That does sound kinda fun."
"Great. I'll go get Jan Di."
As soon as those words left her lips, Jan Di appeared before them.
"Good news," she said. "I spoke to Jun Pyo. She's pretty, but not as pretty as you."
"Jun Pyo Sunbae said that?"
Jan Di nodded.
"Those were his exact words."
"Well, no. He said, 'She's beautiful, but she can't hold a candle to you, Jan Di-ah.' But by the transitive property."
"Aww, that's so sweet," said Jae Kyung.
_oOo_
Yi Jeong took An Na to Seoul Children's Park next. That looked like a low-pressure, non-date group activity.
"Remember the last time we were here?" she asked.
"Yeah. When we were five. With Il Hyun Hyung. You were so fascinated by the carousel that you refused to go anywhere else."
She smiled. "You still remember that?"
"Yeah, he has a great memory," said Woo Bin. "He remembers all his dentist appointments in vivid detail too. Yi Jeong, tell her."
"Let's go on the rides."
Woo Bin slid in next to Yi Jeong. "I'm deathly afraid of roller coasters."
Yi Jeong suppressed a smile. "Thirteen years of friendship, and I had no idea."
_oOo_
When Jae entered the potluck, the others were gathered around the table, talking. She greeted them with her usual smile but got a stilted response back. Strange. Maybe it was exam stress?
She placed the ramen on the table. Courtesy of Ga Eul, it tasted great.
Busy checking out the other dishes, it took her a second to notice her friends congregating around her.
"Jae Kyung," said Ji Na.
"Hey. Oooh, you brought the potstickers, right? Looks delicious."
"Yeah." She shifted closer. "We stumbled across a list of scholarship students."
Jae Kyung stopped adding food to her plate.
"Your name wasn't on it."
"Yeah … about that. My situation is a bit more … complicated."
She gave them a brief rundown of her mission.
"You're an heiress?" asked Hana.
"Unless I get disowned."
Angry faces stared back at her. The sheer intensity took Jae Kyung by surprise. She'd never seen them like this. Yes, they had certain hangups regarding the Shinwa crowd, but Jae Kyung never imagined the dislike extending to her. They had known each other for months. They were friends. Shouldn't that make a difference?
"Yet, you continued to use our resources with zero remorse."
The words hit like a bucket of ice-cold water. "I didn't think—I'm sorry."
"Of course you didn't. This entire thing has been nothing but a poverty expedition for you, right?" said Ji Na.
"Slumming it down with the poor people before you return to your cushy lifestyle," said Na Bi.
"What—no."
"Come on, guys. That's a bit harsh," said Yu Ri.
"She lied to us for months," said Hana.
"I wasn't trying to. You gotta believe me. With my current situation, I just thought the fewer people who knew, the safer it'd be."
Hana scrunched up her face in disgust. "Right. Couldn't let the poor people take advantage of you."
Yu Ri put her hands up. "How about we all take a minute to collect ourselves? Before anyone says something they'll regret." She put her arms around Jae Kyung. "I think it's best if you lay low for a while."
"I wasn't trying to deceive anyone."
"Maybe. But emotions run high right now, alright? Too high for a civil discussion." She accompanied Jae Kyung till the door. "We'll talk, okay? Some time later. I'll call you."
Still shocked by recent events, Jae Kyung walked to the bus stop. From her friends' perspective, her actions looked deplorable. Despite months of friendship, she never brought up being rich.
But she wasn't being deceptive.
Last year, Gran cautioned her against advertising her wealth. So she stopped bringing it up.
Maybe, once things cooled down a bit, her friends would give her a chance to explain.
Her ringing cell phone brought her back to reality.
Woo Bin.
Her hand hovered over the decline button. No. He'll just call back later. She glanced back at his name on the screen. Besides, it would be nice to hear his voice. As long as she ensured her tone didn't betray her gloomy mood. He had his own problems. She needed to stop dragging him into hers.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Hey. So how did Yi Jeong's date go?"
"I spent a half-hour watching a documentary on mucous production. The sacrifices I make for the guy. Seriously. Zero appreciation."
"Mucous production. Yeah. You deserve sainthood. I'm think—" The rumble of passing traffic droned her out.
"You're outside?"
Shoot. When he'd asked to hang out, she told him she had a mountain of coursework to catch up on, which she did. Technically. Still. This looked bad. "Errands. I was running errands. I should get back to that. Bye."
She banged her head with the cell phone. Was anything going to go right today?
_oOo_
Woo Bin stared at his phone. Jae hung up on him. Abruptly. Again.
This was turning into a routine. While she never ignored his texts, her answers were brief. When he'd invite her over, she'd have a plethora of perfectly reasonable excuses. Last week, she let most of his calls go to voicemail. She stopped doing that now, but he still couldn't get more than a few sentences out of her. For the first week, he let it slide. Finals were close. She was moving. It made sense she'd be busy.
But it'd been more than two weeks. He was certain. She was avoiding him.
Ji Ah pulled up a chair next to him. "Sorry I'm late. Oh, good. You went ahead and ordered." She stole some chicken from his plate. "I'm starving."
He studied her face. "Ji Ah."
She flashed him a smile.
"That day we all hung out, did something happen? Between you and Jae?"
"What exactly are you implying?"
"Nothing. She's been a little weird since then. That's all."
"So it must be my fault? It can't be exam stress. Something at her job? A fight with a friend. It has to be me. Wow, Woo Bin." She stabbed the chicken with her fork. "Just when I thought things were improving. We were connecting. Spending more time together. Then you go do this."
"That's not what I meant."
She continued murdering her food.
"I'm sorry."
There was nothing unreasonable about the question. The timeline matched. But perhaps he should've shown more tact.
It didn't matter. Not right now, anyway. Whether or not Ji Ah was responsible was a problem for another day. His energy was better spent on fixing the problem.
_oOo_
The next day, Yi Jeong played tour guide alone. Woo Bin had a date.
"I am excited to see your studio," said An Na.
"Glad to hear that." Yi Jeong took a left turn.
"The GPS said to turn right."
"This route is faster."
These words did not age well. Fifteen minutes later, they were still stuck in traffic.
"I don't know what you expected," said An Na. "I'm not even from here and I know this street is always busy."
"It's a nice route, OK."
She pressed her lips but made no further comment.
"We might as well stop for lunch." Parking the car a little off-road, he turned to her. "There's this nice porridge place. It's not far. Only a two-minute walk." He sprinted ahead at jet speed. "Come on."
A few minutes later, Yi Jeong stood outside the porridge shop. He peeked through the window. No Ga Eul. But he was already here, so might as well go in.
_oOo_
It was a slow day at the porridge shop when an unexpected visitor showed up. Unexpected, like a stubbed toe mid-hike, or a dead fly in your soup.
"Is that her?" asked Unnie. She put on her apron. "Don't worry. I got this."
That might be best. Jan Di didn't think she could muster any civility towards Yi Jeong Sunbae at the moment.
Five minutes later, a fuming Unnie returned to the kitchen. "'No, not mushroom porridge. I don't like mushrooms.' What a Karen."
"In all honesty, our mushroom porridge is complete piss. Also, I feel like that should be my line," said Jan Di.
Unnie poured her porridge with so much aggression, Jan Di was afraid she'd break the bowl. "The pharmacy down the street, do you think they have diarrhea medicine?"
"Whyyyy?"
She looked Jan Di straight in the eye. "It'll serve Yi Jeong right. The two-timing bastard. Three years of friendship and he chooses some random chick over her."
"Again, I feel like that should be my line." She took the tray from Unnie. "Let me serve this."
"And who does she think she is? Clinging to him like that." She crossed her arms. "I was here first." Unaware of her slip up, she continued. "If anyone is the homewrecker, it's her."
Jan Di patted her on the shoulder. "I think you need a break."
Twenty minutes later, after shooing the couple out, Jan Di exited the porridge shop. It was time to take a page out of Ga Eul's playbook. She returned with a jug of Sake. "Unnie, care to play a game? It's called Secrets." Ga Eul introduced her to this game, way back in twelfth grade, when Jan Di found herself in a similar situation. It worked then, and it'll work now. "I'll go first. Once Miranda was hitting on Jun Pyo. So, I mixed, I won't tell you what, plausible deniability and all, but a little something into her lunchbox. Payback never tasted so sweet."
"I had a pet lion."
"Not good enough." She poured Unnie a glass. "Drink. Then try again."
"I don't like horror movies."
"Drink."
"I once dyed my hair orange"
"Like traffic-cone orange?"
She nodded "But my boyfriend thought I looked like a clown. So I changed it back."
"What an asshole."
Unnie Shrugged. "He was right, though. I kinda did."
Jan Di needed to focus on the task at hand. But it took all of her willpower to not press further. "I keyed president Kang's car."
"Pepsi-flavored porridge did not taste good. But Master put me on the spot. So, I lied."
"Drink."
"I don't begrudge her words. Maybe I was treating him like a pseudo-boyfriend." She snapped her eyes shut. "But did she have to make me watch?"
"Watch what, Unnie?"
"Nothing. I must have imagined it." She picked at the glass. "She probably didn't know I was there. Woo Bin likes her. She can't possibly be that nasty."
Jan Di bit her lips. While she wasn't sure of all the details, this little tidbit revealed enough. "Unnie—"
"I'm fine."
She scooted closer. "You should tell him how you feel—about him. The result may surprise you."
"There's nothing to tell. He knows I cherish his friendship."
Jan Di tilted her head. "I used to say the same thing. When I was in denial."
"I'm not in denial. And even if I was," she said while scratching the glass, " it's a moot point. He's in a relationship. What good would it do? Confuse him? Guilt him for breaking my heart? Pit two more people he cares about against each other?" She hugged herself. "He doesn't need that. It's best to keep some distance until the weirdness is gone." In a voice so low that Jan Di struggled to hear, she said, "It's just a crush. It'll go away."
_oOo_
"I'm a bit surprised," said An Na. "Don't get me wrong. The food was great. It's just not the kind of place I imagined the So family frequenting."
Was this a jab or merely an observation? Her neutral tone revealed nothing.
She tightened her seatbelt. "Not in a bad way. I was surprised, that's all."
"The waitresses are friends of mine."
They drove in silence for a while. An Na watched the streets fly by. Yi Jeong considered the most diplomatic way to shut down any future engagement plans.
Not that An Na brought it up. She spent the day making friendly small talk and clicking pictures. Maybe it was all in his father's head. It's not like Mr. Park had approached them with an offer.
Ring, ring, ring.
He answered the phone. "Chin Hae. I am a little preoccupied at the moment. How about in two hours? Great. See you then, bye."
"Anything urgent?" asked An Na. "I don't want to encroach on any work commitments."
"No. It was just Ga Eul's six-year-old brother."
"Ga Eul?"
"She's an old friend."
"We can meet up with him, if you want. I don't mind."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Don't disappoint a six year old on my account."
There was a little something in her eyes as she said this. This felt like a test of sorts. Yi Jeong weighed his options.
Nothing Chin Hae could do or say would damage his professional relationship with the Parks. He was polite. The worst he'll do is hint towards a romantic relationship between Yi Jeong and Ga Eul. And that wouldn't be bad at all. It'll only help foil his father's plans.
"If you're sure." With that said, he drove towards the Chu household.
A half hour later, An Na, Yi Jeong and Chin Hae sat on a park bench eating ice cream.
"So, what did you want to discuss?" asked Yi Jeong.
Chin Hae took a big bite. "Some rumors."
Yi Jeong waited for him to elaborate.
"About you driving around other people these days," he said, his eyes focused on An Na.
Yi Jeong adjusted his collar. "For strictly professional reasons," he whispered.
"I've my eye on you, Yi Jeong-ssi."
_oOo_
As soon as she entered the library, Jae Kyung spotted Ji Na and Na Bi at their usual table. She fixed her clothes. She could do this. Tempers should've settled down by now. They'd hear her out. "Hi."
They didn't look up from their books.
"May I sit?"
Na Bi placed the book bag next to her. "This entire row is occupied. Sorry."
"I should've been upfront from the start. I'm really sorry."
Ji Na got up. "Come on, Na Bi. Let's find another table."
Jae Kyung bit her lips. Okay. Maybe they needed more time. This was fixable. It had to be.
_oOo_
"Ji Ah." Jun Pyo waved her over to his table.
She took the seat in front of him.
"Meet my girlfriend, Jan Di."
Instead of returning Ji Ah's greeting, Jan Di fixed her with an icy glare. What was her problem?
"How are things? I haven't seen you around," asked Jun Pyo.
Jan Di snapped her lunchbox shut. "I think I lost my appetite."
The bewildered expression on Jun Pyo's face echoed Ji Ah's own.
"I'll see you later, Jun Pyo." She paused at Ji Ah's table and whispered, "Unnie is far too nice to say this, so I will. Last time I checked, he isn't your boyfriend either."
Before the shock wore off, she was gone.
"Don't mind Jan Di. It's not you. She's just tensed about finals."
Ji Ah nodded, only half-listening. Other than Jun Pyo, Woo Bin's friends weren't the most welcoming sort. Ji Hoo and Yi Jeong were polite but distant. Ga Eul was more standoffish but still civil. Jan Di was the first to display open hostility. Ji Ah didn't know what to do.
She thought getting Jae Kyung to back off would fix things, but something still felt off.
"Something bothering you? You can tell me. I'm an excellent listener."
"I've this friend. She's in a relationship with this guy and—"
"Hold up. It's actually a friend, right? Because Woo Bin loves you. Trust me."
"Yes, it's a friend. So her boyfriend has this best friend who he's really close with. Like uncomfortably close."
"Getting your drift. Go on."
"They ate all their meals together. Hung out together every day. He spent his evenings driving her around. My friend is yet to see the inside of his house, but his best friend can barge into his bedroom whenever."
"Yeah. That's not a friend."
She gripped her spoon. "And let's not even get started on their lunch dates. Why did they even eat lunch together? They don't even go to the same school. It makes no sense."
He shot her a sympathetic look.
"My friend didn't know what to do. She tried talking it out, but he refused to budge. So, she approached the girl and convinced her to back off." She lowered her gaze. "Then lied to her boyfriend about it."
"Deceit is never the answer. Relationships require openness to thrive."
"I told you, she already tried that. He wasn't backing down. He is her boyfriend. Why should she settle for a few hours on weekends while his 'best friend' sees him everyday?"
"I know this is your friend, but from where I am standing, this is a losing battle."
"Excuse me?"
"If she has to fight for his time, then to quote Woo Bin here, 'he's not that into her.'"
"That's not true. When they're not fighting things are great. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Sometimes she feels that he's not being completely real with her, you know?" She shuffled her food around. "When he's with his friend he seems like an entirely different person. So open. So genuine."
Jun Pyo took a second to answer. "You and Woo Bin aren't—" He tapped the table, his face contemplative. "No. Woo Bin wouldn't do something like this. And none of his female friends fit the bill," he mumbled.
Jun Pyo, one of Woo Bin's best friends, didn't know Jae Kyung existed? That was odd, even for someone as tight-lipped as Woo Bin. She filed it away for later. "Woo Bin and I are doing great. It's about a friend. Really."
"That's a relief. So, getting back on topic." He leaned closer. "You don't want to hurt your friend. I get that, but sometimes we need to tell people the hard truths."
"But she's happy. And every relationship has problems."
"Is that really happiness? Don't you think she deserves better than settling for crumbs? It's easy to blame the other woman, but nobody forced her boyfriend to do anything. He chose to neglect his relationship." He touched her hand. "At least that's my view. I would never dream of treating Jan Di like that."
_oOo_
Jae Kyung skipped ahead with a spring in her steps. She spotted Ji Na and Na Bi near her locker. They must be ready to talk. Everything wasn't ruined.
She entered her combination. She'd swiftly pack the books she needed for tomorrow and then run off to find her friends. They couldn't have gone far. She grinned. This was fixable after all.
One glance at the inside of the locker, and her good mood vanished. Shaving cream covered every inch. Once she wiped the books clean, she discovered further damage. Some pages were soggy, others physically torn out.
Jae Kyung had several acquaintances, but not many friends. A side effect of a nomadic lifestyle, friendships often fall by the wayside. She was ecstatic to find a full-fledged group of girlfriends again.
She bit her lower lips. It didn't matter. This was a step too far. She'll have to do something. Leaning her head against the edge of the locker, she inhaled sharply.
Push it in.
Drown it with happier thoughts.
This was not the time to break down.
Yes, time wouldn't fix this. Ji Na and Na Bi were on a warpath. She stuffed the books in her bag and snapped her locker shut. But she couldn't afford to dwell on that right now. She had a job to get to.
_oOo_
When Woo Bin entered the porridge shop, Jae was listening to music on her phone.
She removed her earbuds. "Woo Bin."
"Can we talk?"
"I'm a little busy. Maybe later?"
"The shop is empty."
"Yes. But dishes—dirty dishes—lots of them. The sink's practically overflowing."
He entered the area behind the counter. "I'm happy to do them while we talk."
She regarded him for a few seconds. "Fine."
They did the dishes silently for some time. He wanted to put her at ease before poking the bear. If she's rattled, she'll close up.
"Jae." Wiping the dish clean, he stacked it in the rack. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
She clutched the dishcloth. "What gave you that idea?"
"Your 'lying voice' on the phone. All the fidgeting you're doing right now. The fact that I haven't seen you in over two weeks."
"Lying voice?"
"The minutely high-pitched one."
"I don't do that." She put the dish down and stared ahead. "Do I?"
After giving her contemplation a few more seconds, he asked, "So? What did I do? Hold up. Is it that drunk phone call? Because—"
"It's not that." She pulled at the ends of the dishcloth. "It's nothing. I'm not avoiding you. Things have just been a little … crazy."
Now he'd gone ahead and embarrassed her. Great going. That'll get her to talk.
He tried a different approach. "Can we hang out then, this weekend? I've missed you."
She stopped scrubbing and studied his face. After an excruciatingly long pause, she said, "Okay. But I can't stay for too long. I've a project to finish."
The bell chimed, alerting them to a customer.
"Well. I'll leave you to your work." He wiped his hands. "I'll see you around."
"Woo Bin." She averted her gaze. "Sorry … for the drunk phone call."
"Don't worry about it. People say all kinds of weird shit when they're wasted." He leaned closer, a wide grin on his face. "Remember the time we all slept over at your old apartment? I apparently sent Ji Hoo a voice message challenging him to an epic battle."
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