this is how you fall in love// jung wooyoung

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Chapter 5

I am in class, hesitating between answers that are correct. I have been looking at this task for fifteen minutes and the longer I look, the more uncertain I am, which answer I should complete. The English test seemed easy until this task. I look at my watch and see that I have another minute before it rings. I circle the answer under b), so as not to leave a blank task and hand in my paper. Heading to the canteen for my favorite lunch, I feel the phone buzz in my denim jacket pocket. I look at my phone and see a message from Jenny.

Finally. I quickly opened the message, wanting to see what it said, because we hadn't heard from each other for days. I have the impression that everyone has left me. San is gone, Jenny takes care of her grandmother in another city, Dad is constantly at work, and Wooyoung ... so it can be said that I have hardly seen him since San went to the other side of town. After our conversation in front of my house, I have the impression that he is avoiding my presence. Which suits me. I don't have to remember the letter and the scene that happened every time I saw him, even though people still make fun of me, gossip about it and leave messages on my locker.

I am uncomfortable, but I somehow managed to maintain the attitude that none of this touches me. Emily hasn't approached me since that day.

I open a message in which she writes an apology for not being able to hear each other before and that there is not much time to write or call. Her grandmother's condition has worsened a bit, and they are waiting for the moment when she will say goodbye to her.

This saddens me, because losing people, especially those who mean the most to you, is the worst feeling in the world. And yet, if it doesn’t hurt, then it’s not real. The loss is there to remind us that life is not just beautiful things. They don't last long. Beautiful things are trifles. At least that's what my mom taught me when she left forever. She left me with such a lesson.

If you don't lose something, then it's not real... When you feel the pain, you can tell that it's real..

I answer with a short sentence, reminding her that I am there for her, always, if she needs me. In moments like this, that's all I know to say...

I sit on a wooden bench in the school yard, watching people warm up to run. Headphones in my ears, play music that caresses my ears.

I feel someone's presence next to me and I see Wooyung. I look around, confused by his presence, thinking he might be looking for someone. But there is no one next to us. He took the headphones out of my ears, then spoke to me

"How are you, little Korean girl?" he ask,while I just look at him. I notice something different on him. His hair. She's not black anymore. Now it looks like an eagle biscuit. The root of his hair is black, while his lower part is blonde. The first thing I think about is how beautiful it looks to him, and then I remember that he addressed me.

"Heyyy youu, what's up?" I try to sound natural, but of course it sounded definitely not natural.

"I came to see how are you"

"Why??" I asked. He looked at me with a question mark over his head. Then I realize that sounded wrong.
"I mean, we didn't talk for a while now, that's why i'm confused. But I'm okay, thanks. What's up with the hair?" I ask because I'm really interested. It looks beautiful on him, and his beautiful eyes stand out. But when I hear his voice, I go back to reality.

"I wanted to change something, and I need it for the competition." he said.

"It looks nice on you." is all I say wondering, should I said that??

"Thanks" he said. We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then he spoke again.

"I wanted to talk about something"