Breaking Out // Gahmi

Twenty-Five

Sua PoV

Jiu and Yoohyeon took Handongs bedroom and her walk-in wardrobe, while Siyeon and I took her study room. I doubted she actually uses it a lot, but despite my disbelief the room seemed recently occupied and a lot more unkept than expected.

There were papers, worksheets and school books strewn everywhere, some with a litany of notes on them, some still blank. Quite a lot had been filled in with blue ink and then been scribbled over with red, pointing out mistakes and commenting on the paragraphs written.

I sighed, looking at the mess ahead, picking up a paper with the tip of my fingers and immediately depositing back to where it came from.

This was going to be a long search if we had to go through all of this junk. Honestly, I don't think we'll actually find anything useful here, except that Handong apparently sucks at school. Not that that's a surprise. Still I moved closer to her desk, which was neatly placed under a huge window, and started ruffling threw the papers on top of it.

A started essay about the Egyptian empire. A worksheet about photosynthesis, with only half the answers filled in. A math worksheet, where almost every equation was marked red, furious looking notes scribbled beside them. Nothing we could use to bring Handong to her downfall. I wasn't so sure what that looked like in the first place.

I went to pull open one of the desk drawers, but the dim light of the afternoon sun made it hard to make anything out completely. I turned around and looked for Siyeon and her flashlight, finding her awkwardly standing in the middle of the room, not even searching through any of the books around her. So I beckoned her over, making her hold the flashlight of the drawer for me to see. Lazily I flipped through the contents inside, only just scanning over the pages of the plenty sheet in there.

On some scale I still couldn't quite believe it has been her writing all those, mildly flirty, texts. Not that I haven't thought about it before, or more dreamed about it really. But mostly I had just put it up with my brain making connections, where there clearly are none. Plus she seems so different to the person I have been texting. That person was talkative, confident and flirty and right now Siyeon just seems weirdly shy and cocky at the same time.

I stopped my flipping to ask a question that had been on my mind for some time now, seeking my chance to finally get an answer. "Why me?"

Siyeon gave me a questioning look, her face half hidden in the dim light. "Jiu just said it. You're our best chance at defeating Handong?"

"No, like, why did you even slip your number in my bag in the first place?" I clarified, searching her face for unsaid words.

"Handong told me to." Siyeon shrugged, eyes cold, like it didn't matter to her. Like it didn't carry any significance for her at all. I felt my heart sink.

Great, just great. That just crushed any of my hopes, thinking she contacted me out of her free will. That she was somehow interested in me. All the messages, the flirty and caring words exchanged, all just a part of Handongs wicked game. They didn't mean a thing to her at all, just pretty words to play with me. I really should have known better, should have known that it was all Handongs doing to begin with.

I laughed sharply at my own stupidity. "What are you? Her fucking lap dog?"

"Don't call me a dog." Siyeon hissed, growling deeply.

"What are you then?" I asked amused, turning so I was face to face with her.

"I'm a wolf." she growled again, her eyes locked on mine, still carrying their harshness.

"Same difference." I tried not to get lost in those damned eyes. "A dog is nothing but a tamed wolf anyway."

Siyeon didn't reply. For a long devastating second she didn't say anything at all, just her gaze locked with mine. I could feel time slow down, could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, see the distant light radiating from the flashlight still in her hand, now forgotten and hanging at her side. But in that moment it all didn't matter to me. All I could focus on were her eyes and the never ending depth they held.