Guts (EXO)

Half of My Heart

 "-and then he kicked the ball and it flew over the building's rooftop! Can you believe that!? Over a freaking rooftop, Hyerin! How can anyone do that!?" Chanyeol exclaimed through the phone.

Hyerin was polishing a set of daggers inside her room, her phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder. "Mhm. Yeah."

"Oh, and not only that, but he can eat six bowls of rice in one sitting! Even I can't do that!"

"Right," Hyerin mumbled distractedly, putting her knives back inside a black miniature duffel bag. "So who are we talking about again?"

Hyerin could practically hear his pout on the other end of the line. "Were you even paying attention to what I was saying? What are you doing anyway?"

"Who, me? Oh, you know. Just...things." She shrugged. "So why'd you call me again, Chanyeol?"

"Hey!" the boy whined. "You really weren't listening, were you?"

"I just got a little carried away. Sorry." She stood up from her bed and hid her black bag inside her walk-in closet.

Chanyeol scoffed. "Never mind," he mumbled. "Anyway, have you heard about the upcoming event at school?"

"Event?"

"Yeah. Suho and his little minions-"

"You mean the student council?"

"-are organizing like, a formal ball or dance or something. Are you coming?" he asked.

Hyerin's eyebrows rose. "Really? When is it?"

"I'm not sure but I think it's in a couple of weeks. So are you?"

Hyerin snorted at the idea. It wasn't like she had any close friends that would accompany her to such a big event. Although the boys were considered her friends at this point, it wasn't like they were going to be with her the whole time. Besides, they all had their own group of friends.

"Nah. I don't want to."

"What!?" Chanyeol exclaimed. "But why!?"

"I don't know. I've never been to any fancy social gatherings. Well, aside from dad's business parties that is, but with Yeongnam students? I don't think any of them even know anything about table etiquette," she scoffed. Hyerin wasn't the best when it came to things like that too, but ever since she moved in with her father and was compelled to attend such gatherings, she had picked up quite a few pointers when it came to formality.

"Why? What's it to you?" she asked.

"M-Me?" Chanyeol stuttered. She was right – wha was it to him? "I don't know...maybe I just want to see you there or something."

She laughed. "Really? Does my presence have some kind of effect on you or something?"

He knew she meant it as a joke, but he couldn't help the blush creeping up on his face. "No!" he denied. "I'm just...you know, just...I just want to-"

"Oh! Hold on Chanyeol," she interrupted, taking her phone in her hands as another call came up. It was Luhan.

"What the heck," she mumbled. What could this guy possibly want? "Hey, I gotta go. Luhan's calling. I'll talk to you later okay?"

Chanyeol frowned. "Fine."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Hyerin ended the call and answered Luhan. She put the phone to her ear before asking, "What's up?"

"I'm outside."

"Huh?"

"I said I'm outside," he repeated.