ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ

Chapter 2

You may be asking- why was Park Jisung Yunji's archnemesis? Someone who made her want to bury her head into her pillow and scream out loud? Someone who she just couldn't bear to be nice to?

Well, it all began one day prior to the first day of school 3 years ago.

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It was a cloudy and chilly day in spring. Droplets of rain lingered on the leaves of trees and bushes, occasionally dropping onto the roads below. It was a busy morning in the capital of Seoul, with families running around buying last-minute school supplies.

In front of Seung Arts High School stood a remotely big crowd. Parents and their children talked and laughed light-heartedly, holding suitcases and bags of various sizes. They were all waiting for the moment the massive metal gates opened so that they would be able to access the student housing building, where their children would live for the next 3 years whilst getting an education in art, music, or drama.

Behind the crowd standing beside a tree was a small figure. She wore a white puffer jacket, with a color-matched pompom hat as well as a pair of blue denim jeans. A large baby-blue suitcase stood alongside her, a rather large gym bag placed on top of it.

Yunji watched the crowd with void eyes, staring at all the interactions between the parents and their children. A small droplet of water landed on her head as she observed their cheerful smiles, laughs, and chit-chat. It was clear that she wasn't happy, excited, or cheerful as they all were. Even though she was standing in front of Seung Arts High School, arguably the best arts high school in the country, she still could not feel joy.

Her eyes wandered to her side, once again reminding herself that the pavement beside her was empty. The grey path was covered in mud, a visual representation of what she was feeling at that moment. In this brand new chapter of her life, she was all alone.

The girl didn't even notice the chime of her phone, reminding her that the time had struck 8 AM, and only realized that the gates had opened when the crowd ahead of her began cheering excitedly and shuffling forward into the school campus. Yunji hastily began gathering her things, making sure the sports bag was securely tied to the handle of her suitcase, and that her phone was stored away in her zip-up pocket.

As she looked up, basically everyone had already walked onto campus grounds, and she scurried to do the same. However, as she took a step forward, she happened to step on a large puddle of mud, and her foot slipped forward, bringing her entire body along. A loud *splash* was heard as she landed right on her bottom, the suitcase that she'd been holding onto thudding as it hit the ground beside her. Her trousers, snow-white jacket, baby-blue suitcase, and summer-yellow sports bag were now all on the floor, covered in brown, sticky mud.

It was like the lid of a box withholding every single emotion she'd bottled up throughout her life, had finally burst inside her.

The tears quickly began rolling down her cheeks and into the puddle of mud under her. Small sobs began emerging from her lips as she looked forward with blurry eyes, watching as all the parents and children walked further and further away from her. Yunji raised her hands to try to wipe away the tears but was greeted with her muddy black gloves, causing her tears to multiply and her sobs to get louder. She didn't even have the right to comfort herself.

Right then and there, all Yunji wanted to do was run home, throw herself onto her warm, fuzzy bed, and forget that the world existed. But she couldn't- she could only sit there, covered in mud, bawling her eyes out in the middle of the sidewalk.

Yunji lowered her head and raised her knees, unable to stop her breakdown. The thoughts and feelings that she'd kept bottled up for so long were too strong for her to bear, and her entire body shook and ached in almost physical pain.

However, as an endless amount of time seemed to pass, Yunji suddenly felt a presence looming over her.

Eyes teary and red, she glanced up and was met with a blob of black and white, standing in front of her. Whatever it was it wasn't moving, and it simply stood still, staring at her.

After a lame attempt to find a part of her sleeve that wasn't covered in mud, she tried to wipe her eyes, in the midst of it getting an ugly brown mark on her cheek. However, she could finally see with clarity, and the person she saw was-

A boy.

It was just a boy.

A random boy whom she didn't know was simply standing there, staring down at her.

As they locked eyes, Yunji got a small shiver seeing his emotionlessness. There was no pity, mockery, or quite frankly anything visible in his dark brown orbs. As she scanned him further, she registered that he was also carrying a black suitcase, as well as a sports bag latched on top of it, just like she did.

Yunji wanted to speak out, tell him something along the lines of "What are you looking at?" or "Go away", but she simply couldn't. A ball the size of a golf ball seemed to be stuck in her throat, deeming her unable to speak at all.

As they simply stared at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity, the boy finally spoke.

"Why are you sitting there?"

It was the most brain-dead question to ask, and Yunji hadn't expected it at all.

She looked down at herself and then back at him, tears still rolling down her cheek. Wasn't it obvious?

"I-" She began but was unable to finish her sentence as the boy asked another question.

"You a Seung Arts student?" He asked, and Yunji couldn't stop herself from nodding. "Then get up and get a move on."

Oh. my. god.

Despite the sadness burrowing a literal hole into her heart, at that moment, she immediately knew that she'd literally die to see this guy suffer.

But before Yunji could retaliate in any way possible, to save her pride, to teach this premature, wanky boy a lesson, he'd already turned around and walked through the school gates.

And that was the day that Park Jisung became Han Yunji's archnemesis.

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Of course, 3 years had passed. Yunji was no longer that mud-ridden, bawling, pathetic child that she once was. She'd matured tremendously in all ways possible, and would never let another person see her in the state that she was that day. And of course, Jisung had grown too. In the current day, he is much more energetic and all too happy than how he was at the beginning of their high school years. But there was one thing that never changed about him- Park Jisung was a nasty, grade-A asshole.