𝖵𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖣

;; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁

NA HEEDO WAS A GIRL FILLED WITH MANY DREAMS. That was what one of the reason why Jeong Garam was fascinated by her, even in childhood. She could vividly remember the promises she had made even as a child. She was quite amusing, in Garam's perspective. ❝Hey, Na Heedo. Why are you in such a rush?❞

Jeong Garam smiled playfully after she asked her driver to stop the limousine just beside the girl and rolled down her window to see her friend fully. Na Heedo stopped sprinting to glance at her child hood friend who wore the Taeyang High School's uniform where her idol was in.

❝Hello Garam! I'm in a rush, sorry!❞

Before she bolted out again, confusing and amusing the Jeong at the same time. ❝Huh? Why is she headed towards our school?❞ Garam laughed lightly in part amusement before asking her personal driver to go on, crossing her arms whilst fully leaning her back against the limousine's comfortable seat. ❝Actually, Mister Lee... Can we go back on the school? I have a recital soon and I need more quiet practice.❞

❝As you wish, Miss Jeong.❞

The Jeong closed her eyes as she waited for them to arrive on the school, her mind going through a visual practice of her prepared piece. ❝Miss, isn't that your friend?❞ Mr. Lee spoke suddenly, gesturing towards the girl that can be seen peeking in the fencing club from the side. Garam opened her eyes and tilted her head to the side, looking closely at the club. ❝Hm? Ah, it is Heedo. Does she want to join the club?❞

The Jeong heir grabbed her backpack and let her butler open the door of her seat, going out and thanking them. ❝You can go home now, Mr. Lee and Mr. Kim! I'll most likely be back from practicing on 1 am, anyway. Take care!❞ The girl didn't let them respond, walking towards the school. Though just as she stepped in, the rain started to pour down. The girl spun to look at the downpour. ❝Ah, how unfortunate.❞

Garam walked towards the stairs that leads to the second floor, only to stop by the first step when she saw the school's other star, Ko Yurim. Raising an eyebrow at her figure but didn't say anything to the girl, continuing with climbing the stairs after a moment.

❝Jeong Garam..?❞ She heard a whisper of her full name but didn't halted her movements— going up and opening the door that leads to her own clubroom. A boy was already there, reading a comic book silently. He looked up and stared at the girl in disbelief. ❝Garam, what are you—❞

❝Woojin, shush. I'm here to practice, get out.❞

❝You're seriously going to practice even at this weather?❞ The Jeong merely rolled her eyes at her friend and pulled him up, kicking him out of her clubroom along with his things. ❝The weather has nothing to do with me. Go home, Song!❞ She sang and slammed the room's door, locking it. Garam sighed in relief and sat down on the familiar seat in front of her grand piano, eyes closed as she let her fingers hover above the keys.

The heir breathed out deeply and let her hands fall to her sides, feeling a little uncomfortable. ❝Gosh, this doesn't feel right..❞ The girl looked at her slender fingers, frowning at the sight of the cut in her right pointer finger. ❝I knew it.❞ Garam stood up slowly and was about to go to the infirmary to take a bandaid when she noticed the thing she needed by the window on the hallways.