Park Hae-Ri (Chapter 1)

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"Well, what's the correct answer then?", Min-Jae asked.

"Are you sure you don't know this one?...It's option 'c', Min-Jae!" I said, slapping the exercise book shut.

It was a dreary, dark day, while we sat in the library as I helped him helplessly prepare for our upcoming English test.

"Aww man! This is so frustrating!" he said, banging the pen on the table, making it leak.

I leaped up, making a grab at the notebook to prevent it from getting blotches of blue liquid all over it. I tried to understand his situation. He was a pure Korean, unlike me, therefore he'd never given much importance to other languages like English. I, on the other hand, grew up learning English, Korean and of course my other native language; Hindi.

"Listen, you need to relax. You've improved a lot. How about we take a break?" I said, picking up the rest of my stuff.

"Gamsahamnida, Hae-Ri. I really appreciate your effort," he smiled. (Thank you)

"Yah! Hajima! Don't be so formal!" I said, shaking my head. He behaved as though we'd just met, even though we'd known each other for a bit more than 3 years now. (Stop!)

"Nae, nae!" he said with a laugh, "See you later, then!" (Yes, yes!)

"Hwaiting!" I said loudly, since he'd already made his way out of the door. (Good luck!)

Then, my phone started ringing. Jessica! Aish! I'd totally forgotten that we were supposed to meet up after lunch! ("It's very important!"Jess had said.)

"Unnie! Mianhae! I'll be there in 2 minutes!" I said, running out of the library, down the corridor and into the elevator. (*word used to address elder sister/ elder female friend*, Sorry)

"Yeoboseyo? Hae-Ri Ya? What's taking you so long?" she yelled through the phone, into my ear. (Hello?)

"Eoh, mianhae! I was helping Min-Jae with his English!" I said, immediately regretting it. These days, even though we shared a room, Jessica and I didn't get to spend much quality time due to our bucketload of assignments. I felt terrible. (Oh, I'm sorry!)

"Omo. Daebak. Jinja daebak!" she sighed, I could feel her sarcasm sting me with a pang of guilt. (Oh my god. Amazing. Truly awesome.)

"Eoh, hajima! Jinja mianhae! Just a second!" I said, gliding through the door of the room that was shared by us. (Oh, stop! I'm really sorry!)

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