ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ

Chapter 3

"Ugh," Yunji grunted as she fell face-first onto her mattress.

She and her two roommates, Sol Sumi and Kim Dahae, had just returned from practice. Although Yunji usually stays behind and always comes back to the dorm late in the evening, today she just didn't have the energy and thereby had decided to just come back with her two friends.

"Those pricks in the modern dance department are getting worse by the day," Sumi exclaimed as she sat down on her own bed before taking her phone out of her pocket. "Especially Jisung- ugh, do you know what he did to me the other day?!"

"What did he do?" Dahae responded from the third bed as she began unpacking her gym bag.

"I was at that convenience store beside the school entrance getting some snacks, and the line was quite long, so I was already super annoyed." Sumi began story-telling, getting Yunji's attention who simply raised her head to listen. "And as the line finally moved to the guy in front of me, suddenly, Park Jisung appeared out of nowhere and just cut in line!"

"Mhm."

"But you know what the most annoying thing was?" Sumi stared Dahae straight in the eyes. "The clerk was some bitch from the next school over, and she just let him! She rang him up like nothing happened! She had the heart eyes for him and everything."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Yunji questioned, and Sumi rolled her eyes.

"I was gonna, but not gonna lie, I had an edible right before going to the store, so my brain was just like- gone." She explained, and Yunji hummed.

"You should quit taking them. It's unhealthy."

"I will I will." Sumi yawned, "I'm too poor to be an addict anyway."

"Yunji, what happened in their practice room anyway?" Dahae asked, switching the topic of conversation.

"I just told them to lower the music. That's all."

"Really? Cause I heard Yeonhee and her little skank friends talking shit about you afterward." Sumi added on. "They said that you were an obnoxious attention seeker."

"Wow, I'm really going to cry," Yunji responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes afterward. "I mean I did turn off their music and whatever, but it was way too loud. And Park- ugh."

"To be fair, Jisung is bad. But Chenle is just so much worse."

"Zhong Chenle?" Dahae questioned.

"Yes, for the millionth time. He's in our class." Sumi responded. "How can you not remember anyone?"

"Dunno." Dahae shrugged. "I've never talked to him."

"Pray it stays that way. That guy is an actual nut case."

"Why, what did he do?" The latter responded, starting the inevitable rampage of complaints from Sumi.

At this point Yunji slightly dozed off, engulfed in her own thoughts. She recalled her earlier encounter with Jisung in the modern dance practice room and couldn't help but shudder in disgust.

Jisung had somehow found a way to make himself even more annoying by making up nicknames for her. For example, the sarcastic head ballerina, or even worse, princess. Those really made Yunji's blood boil. She was the last person who should ever be called a princess because of how hard she worked to become the person she is in the present day.

The stereotype following Yunji for the past three years was that she was born lucky. That she had a silver spoon stuck down her throat, that she'd simply been born a great ballerina, and that her life was so perfect that everyone should be allowed to pettily make comments about it out of jealousy.

But it was just the opposite. Although Yunji led a comfortable life, her family was not rich. Moreover, she didn't have it easy growing up at all. Her parents got divorced when she was 10, and her father basically abandoned her. He refused any custody or visitations and married his secretary whom he'd been lusting for even during her parents' marriage. Now he has a picture-perfect family with 3 cute children and hundreds of thousands of money in assets alone. For years, Yunji yearned he come back but he never did. Of course, Yunji loved her mother to the moon and back. However following the divorce she had to constantly work in order to support them, leaving Yunji alone most of the time. For 5 whole years, Yunji would come back to an empty house each and every single night, only knowing that her mother was even there when she came in past midnight to kiss her goodnight.

And it was also a myth that Yunji was simply born good. No, Yunji had been enrolled in ballet ever since she was 6 years old and quickly knew that it would be the art she wanted to pursue for the rest of her life. Although she knew that she was born with a physical predisposition and a good understanding of basic concepts such as balance, Yunji had trained extremely hard her entire life to get where she was. She was always the first to arrive at training and the last to leave. She'd traveled across the country to attend several ballet competitions and contests to prove her work and master her craft. She'd spent hundreds of hours simply stretching and practicing even outside of the practice room. So the general consensus that she was simply "lucky" and "never had to work for anything in her life" always made her blood boil.

What's worse is that people like Park Jisung made her feel like it was all for nothing. Although she was the best in possibly the entire country, people like him always talked down to her dismissively and made her feel terribly disrespected. Her hard work seemed to account for nothing when even high school students wouldn't take her seriously.

Frustrated, the girl turned over to stare at the wall.

This chapter was written a whileeee back, so are many of the initial ones, but later on I'll write longer chapters in protest of Wattpad's 1 ad after each chapter bullcrap.