Jennie

Chapter 4

It has been over a week since I saw Jennie unnie for the first time at the elevator. And to my luck, I have not talk to her since. She's always second step behind me. Multiple attempts have happened of trying to talk to her but each time failed. So I give up, today. I decided to help Chaeng with her credit grades.

"Park Chaeyoung!" I shouted at her. She was wearing a white sleeveless crop top, loose gray pants, covering it with a brown long wool coat and white sneakers. Her eyes bulge out due to the deep voice I used to call her. It seems everyone heard it too.

"Whats wrong with you?" She looks aggravated now. "There are people here!"

I just laughed at her retort and aegyo
my way to her heart. "Come on, don't be like that Chaeng, forgive me." I also flattered my eyes to make it cuter.

She stared at me with a disgusting expression.
"Please! please," she pleaded and gaze at me, dead serious, her hands on my shoulders, "don't do that ever again."

I pouted as my reply to her. Her head drop as it means defeat. "I give up." She says woefully.
"Lets go." She turned around and walked to the building as I followed her happily.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"I was having lunch with Jisoo unnie and Jennie unnie earlier since you stood me up." She grins.

"What?" I was shocked. "and you didn't bother to invite me!!!" I grabbed her arms and shook it like a kid.

"Like you bother to answer my calls." Chaeng crossed her arms directed to me with a raise brow.

Dang it. I heard my phone earlier but I couldn't leave the maknaes alone. I have been helping Kochi to train the maknaes for a year now. To be frank, I love being their mentor but sometimes it takes so much of my free time.

"Did you know Jennie unnie live in New Zealand for five years before coming here." Chaeng said while we climb the stairs to the main office.

"That's explain the accent." I told her. "She was at the dance department yesterday."

"Then how come you haven't talked to her yet?" She asked, scanning the board outside the admin office. Checking if theres any available classes.

"Because Kochi put me on maknaes duty again." I groan. "What else did you talk about?"

"Nothing really... Jisoo unnie was just saying how nervous she was about her audition tonight."

"I hope she gets it." I said.

"Well, she's Jisoo unnie." Chaeng chuckled and I followed knowing put unnie.

"Anyway did you find anything?"

"Nope-but the drama department has an open slot." Chaeng said dryly.

"Come on, let me just talk to Kochi. She likes you. I'm sure she'll give you a slot." I affirmed.

"How many times have I told you the answer is NO!" Chaeng barks, "god, you're annoying." She added walking away.

I groaned. "Whats her problem?"

Chaeng and I occasionally quarrel about something we don't agree but this days she has been so annoying.

I tromped out there like I was the one being rejected. "Annoying Chaeng." I grumbled.

Cherry blossoms is beautiful this year. Colors of pink and white array the campus. While large glass buildings tower the trees. Mirroring the beauty of the trees. I was at the quad outside the main building studying the sky like it was more meaningful than my fight with Chaeng.
Silver clouds emerging and the wind thicker. Its was raining season in Korea.

It was nice just enjoying myself alone. No Kochi yelling at me for not doing it right, maknaes asking for help and most of all no annoying Chaeng. I sighed.
I put my hands inside the pocket of my hoodie and stared at the ground. Ignoring the people passing by who probably thinks I'm a weirdo.

Then again I went back to watching the clouds spreading across the sky. Reminds me of the time when I'm still learning how to dance. With my little short arms and legs I can't hardly do anything but thanks to my parents who have been very supportive. They sent me to dances classes and let me join dance competition. My childhood was amazing. I'm lucky in a way.

But it seems now a days, all I have been doing is getting boring. Once I wake up, I dance and when I sleep, I can't. My mind is overflowing with anxiety and repression.
Everything around me is overwhelming. The way people sees me is different. I need to be perfect every direction I took. Need to be precise. Need to be not me.
I think I'm lost and I don't know where to go home or when to start.

I haven't talk to anyone about this. Keeping it will be good. Chaeng and Jisoo have already many things on their plates. And I don't want to add mine on them. Maybe this will go away soon.
Although, avoiding it makes it worst. Its affecting Chaeng and I. Maybe forcing her to join the dance department would suffice her problem and I don't have to worry about her anymore. I bite my lip knowing I was wrong.
I should probably apologize to her later.

"Lisa-yah!"

I turned around and saw Jisoo unnie standing behind me brightly smiling. She's wearing a black blouse, loose white jeans and rocking it with a coat and boats.

"Heyyyy" I said dolefully.

"What—no Kim Piggy today?" Jisoo sent me a questionable look and sat next to me. "You okay?"

"Chaeng—" I told her shuffling my sight elsewhere.

"You two fought?" She affirmed.

I nodded.

"Is this about her grades?"

I nodded again.

"Oh please," she snorted, "give it a day, Chaeng will forgive you."

"Its not just that Jisoo," I explained, "I'm worried about her. She needs to take another class soon or she'll never going to debut."

Jisoo put her arms on my shoulder. "Lisa, you don't have to worry about Chaeng. She's a fighter and I believe she can handle whatever you throw at her."

"I guess your right."

"Of course, I'm right. I'm Jisoo."

I chuckled at her retort. "And here." Jisoo hand me a paper bag. "Give this to Chaeng, its her fave."

"Manduegi-hotdog?"

"Yes, now go give it to her because I have to be somewhere!"

"Thanks, unnie." I said hugging her as she did the same. "See you later."

"Of course."

I waved her goodbye and run to the main office. Once I arrive there, I asked the receptionist about Chaeng's problem and asked for a solution. She was nice enough to print me the available classes Chaeng can get into. I gave her my gratitude and made my exit.

"Shit." I murmured.

Heavy droplets of water started pouring outside. The sky filled of dark clouds and lighting stretches the surface. People ran the courtyard like chickens rushing to find shelters to hide from the heavy rain.

Low rumble of thunder resonate the campus. I fished my umbrella inside my handbag and opened it to save me from the splattering water.

I was about to make a run for it when suddenly a sharp sound loud enough to be called a thunderclap echoed, followed many screams.
Two slim arms was around me.

I looked down to see who it was and my head scrambled with disputes.

"Unnie."