"-there's a boy: park sunghoon, in one word he's a total ASSHOLE."
a story about high school relationships. lol.
(just a bunch of short and self-indulgent chapters)
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i. park sunghoon.
eunjin has bad coping mechanisms; she went straight for that blueberry jam, scooping out half of it and ate a tub of ice cream after her nerve-wracking presentation about atmospheric science and climate. the teacher threw way more questions at her than she anticipated, forcing her to dig deep for any remaining knowledge. and boy, was she a nervous wreckage throughout the entire ordeal.
when eunjin faces emotional distress, she tends to lean towards two extremes: either indulging excessively in food or abstaining altogether. binge watching movies or diving into her favorite anime arcs were a good help too; like a momentary escape from her actual problems (which are inescapable.)
eunjin's trying to steer clear of another headache: park sunghoon. "why bother with him at all?" she fumed silently. you know the saying, you can't help who you fall for! —even if they're as dangerous as the color red—like living on the edge.
she'd been with him not long ago, and, deep down (even if she hates to admit it), those months together were some of the best times in her life. But that doesn't change the fact that he's no different from other guys—a total jerk! eunjin, frustrated, gives her noggin a light knock.
"did you forget your glasses again?" haerin glanced up at eunjin, squinting as she tried to decipher food labels, likely checking for calories and such.
"does this have peanuts? i'm deadly allergic," eunjin peered at the chocolate bar through her blurry vision.
"no. wait, weren't you avoiding sweets for a week?"
"eh, can't recall," she shrugged and snagged the chocolate bar.
their attention turned to a sudden commotion. "young man, attempting to buy alcohol? care to explain?" a voice demanded.
"it's not for me! it's for my legally-of-age friend—they asked me! i swear, and i'm almost eighteen!"
eunjin might have poor eyesight, but she's definitely not deaf. that voice was unmistakable. she rolled her eyes internally. sunghoon entangled in these situations? not surprised.
"enough. not happening, alright? and tell your 'adult' friend to handle their own drinks without involving minors." an authoritative voice reprimanded.
sunghoon grumbled in annoyance, abandoning the alcohol aisle and opting for a monster energy drink in the orange dreamsicle flavor, along with a pack of gum. grudgingly, he left the store.
"isn't that your ex-boyfriend, the one you turned into a crying fountain for weeks?" haerin said in a teasing tone hitting eunjin square in the pride, provoking a scowl before she dramatically seized another bag of chips, as if they held the answers to life's most pressing questions.
