ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ

Chapter 6

Yunji sighed as she fell on her bed. The dorm room was strangely quiet, but only because both Sumi and Dahae had gone home for the weekend. They were lucky that their families lived in Seoul. Yunji unfortunately wasn't so fortunate and lived in a mid-sized town about 2 hours away from Seoul by high-speed train. Hence, she only went home during extended weekends or holidays, which this time it wasn't.

Originally, the girl was going to spend her weekend practicing. However, Linkai had come into the practice room and asked whether she wanted to practice together. Yunji had never really felt comfortable around him, especially alone, hence she politely denied, pretending she was going to study for the math test they had on Wednesday. Now, back in her dorm room, she could only grunt annoyed at the missed opportunity for practice.

However, eventually, she got up and got prepared to leave. If she had all this free time now, she should make use of it, right? Thus, she decided to walk over a couple of streets to her favorite cafe with her backpack so she could actually study a little for the math test.

Yunji never wore headphones when walking. She enjoyed staying alert and attentive. Besides, there was never much traffic around the high school, hence there was no noise that the headphones would be shielding her from. At this time of the day, the sun was fully up, and the birds were chirping happily.

As she neared the cafe, the sound of hip-hop music gradually became louder. Yunji's brain had long begun associating any sort of rap or pop music with Jisung and the modern dance department, so she wasn't very thrilled.

Approaching the sound, she found a small crowd surrounding an open space where people seemed to be dancing. She identified it as b-boying and actually managed to spot a couple of people from her school in the circle. As her eyes scanned the performers, she paused in her step as she met the gaze of someone she recognized.

Park Jisung.

He returned her gaze with a curious expression, that quickly turned smug and cocky. Yunji rolled her eyes, not even wanting to be around him, hence she turned on her heel and began walking away.

The cafe was only a few buildings away, and Yunji was happy to find that it was mostly empty. She picked her favorite corner, a table with high chairs right beside the window, and she settled down her stuff before ordering a green tea and water at the bar. Within just a minute or two, her order had arrived at her table, and Yunji felt the relaxation seeping through her veins as the steam from her tea hit her face.

Opening up her notebook, she was ready to get started with some math equations, when all of a sudden she felt a presence looming behind her, and before she could react, her water bottle was snatched from beside her.

"Hey-" She turned to find Jisung standing there, already opening up the bottle of water.

"Thanks for the water, head ballerina!" He exclaimed before raising the water bottle and pouring some of the liquid into his mouth.

"Hey!" Yunji re-asserted, her eyes slightly widened in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Can't you see? I'm drinking." Jisung responded calmly after gulping down half of the contents of the water bottle.

As Yunji stared at him in shock, she was able to take in his entire figure. Even sitting down on a high chair didn't make her taller than him, and she was easily able to analyze him- he had a sleeveless cami-green top on, with some grey sweatpants, and sweat running down from his messy hairline and collarbone. He smiled cheekily putting the water back down on the table.

"I didn't touch it with my mouth, no need to be so upset." He asserted, maintaining his facial expression.

"That's not the issue! I paid for that!" Yunji whined, before turning herself on the high chair to face him. "Why did you come here? Are you following me?"

"Following you? Ha!" Jisung sneered. "I just came in to grab a water since I was thirsty. Luckily you already had one."

"Park Jisung, I swear to god-" Yunji mumbled out, before sucking in a deep breath and relaxing her body. "Go buy me a new one."

"Maybe next time." He smiled, putting the water back on the table, then turned around and walked off.

"Hey-" Yunji began, but Jisung was already out the door.

"Ugh!" The girl exclaimed, turning her chair back to the table. She watched as Jisung jogged back down the street, probably back to the b-boy exposition from before. Her blood was boiling, but all she could do was just turn back to her work.

Well, guess who would have a less-than-desirable study session now with just half a water bottle?

As Yunji angrily took hold of her pen, her phone began buzzing. Not even checking the caller ID, she picked it up with a sharp "What."

"Well someone's in a bad mood." Sumi's voice sounded through the phone, and Yunji rolled her eyes. "Did something happen?"

"It's not important."

"Okay, well, I wanted to ask whether you wanted to go out with me and some friends tomorrow evening?"

"Go out to do what?" Yunji asked casually, using her other hand to begin solving the first equation on her sheet.

"To the club maybe?"

The girl raised an eyebrow. "But you know we can't. We're both underage."

"So what? 14-year-old kids can get into clubs these days, especially in Itaewon. As long as you're hot, which you definitely are, they'll let you in."

"We have school on Monday, no?"

"Nope. National holiday."

...

"Come on, pleaseee. My old friends want to meet you, and I've been dying to take you out somewhere fun for once."

"Is Dahae coming?"

"Probably not, but I'll ask anyway. But pleaseee Yunji."

Yunji bit down on her bottom lip.

She was never much of a party-goer, choosing to always follow the rules. After all, a criminal record did not look pretty on an application to a world-renowned ballet.

But with all the stress she'd been under ever since school had started a few weeks prior, Yunji knew that something like clubbing would probably help her take her mind off of things and relax for once.

"Fine."

"Yay, thank you! Make sure to wear something cute, preferably slutty."

"Girl-"

"I'm joking. I gotta go now, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Alright, bye."

"Adios."