Her Captain, The Gamemaster

Agree to Disagree

We're eating our food, chatting about everything and nothing when all of a sudden, Soo-ah spaces out. She does this a lot but so do I so I can't complain. I poke her and she looks at me with sad eyes.

What's wrong?

*Soo-ah's POV*

Her soft eyebrows furrow as I confess what was really on my mind. I pull out my phone, showing her the green notification displayed on my screen. She swipes up onto it and her faces goes blank.

She starts typing and typing but she wouldn't let me see. I tried to read her expression but I just couldn't. It's not so much that she was emotionless or shutting me out. It was more like her thoughts were to complex for me to comprehend. I tried to look into her thoughts but all I saw in there were masses of negative emotion thrown around.

Eventually, she stops. She makes a few taps and then hands me back my phone with an air of finality in her eyes. 'They won't disturb anymore. Don't worry,'

It's you I'm worrying about.

She pauses when she reads my eyes and sighs. She leans back in her chair and stares at the ceiling, running her hands through her fine hair. I take the time to admire her jawline and her Adam's apple. She usually looks so soft and not dangerous despite her resting bitch face but these days, she looks so stressed and, in a way, more dangerous.

Her veins are more actively visible, her Adam's apple and jawline are getting more and more prominent and it's only a matter of time until she takes a new concept to her modelling. Li's a well-paid model for her unique aura and her runway debut was of her own making. Rather than keeping straightforward and sturdy, she turned her walk into a mysterious and lazy intervention.

Bruh, she was driving people crazy with her innocent face and then she dared to glare at the audience. I have to admit- her modelling is no joke. 

I continue to stare at her veins for several minutes until she turns back to me.

'Let's not delve into this issue any further. I'm going to cut them off and never see them again,'

'Are you sure?' I speak in Korean accidentally but she nods anyway, distracting herself with the background music. 'Psycho' by Red Velvet. Ah Lan has a thing for them.

I hate everything about myself and my origin is a big part of it. The whole industry I grew up in was just as competitive as the volleyball I chose to play. Dragged into child modelling and acting, I was also sculpted and worked to perfection just for the sake of fitting into the impossible beauty standards.

Asia's too competitive with education, money and beauty and it's absolutely ridiculous.

I did eventually get past it and I'm topping the categories but it's not the life I want. I left Korea when I saw Li, someone who had all of the three, but never cared or worked for it. IQ of 179, net worth over $15,000,000 USD and is the highest paid models of this generation.

Life's unfair.

It doesn't help that she excels at everything she does. Heck, she even learnt Korean in half a year and it's already better than mine somehow. It doesn't stop me from hating everything associated with that place though.

We make small talk in Korean for a while as my mouth moved awkwardly as I spoke my first language from my own country- NO. No. I refuse to call it that anymore.

After we finish the meal, we sit down and tutor Ah Lan with her homework before getting up to help with the dishes. We stay there for another hour before deciding to leave. On our way home, I buy a strawberry ice-cream. Li buys a mint chocolate one.