Breaking Out // Gahmi

Thirty-Two

Handong PoV

"Ugh." I groaned, slamming my locker shut with much more force than needed. The door rattled in its hinges.

"Another student council meeting?" Yeongeun suddenly appeared beside me, leaning confidently against the lockers. She smiled at me and instantly I felt my anger dim. Wow. When did that start to happen?

"What gave it away?" I blushed as she pressed a chaste kiss against my cheek.

"Hmm. I don't know." She glanced me up and down with a smirk, which didn't help my blush. "You're only this level of agitated after a meeting."

Was I more agitated than usual? It is true that the meetings have been leaving me more angry than normal, but only because this Sua girl is completely infuriating. Our opinions would basically never match, leaving us discussing every tiniest matter for way too long, dragging the meetings on forever. And in the end I always get the shorter end of the stick since my opinion is mostly being ignored completely. So far not one (well, my moms) ideas have been accepted. Which always ends in my mom telling me off or lecturing me. It makes me dread those stupid meetings even more. "Hmm, I guess so." I shrugged, though I could feel my anger rise again.

Yeongeun glanced at the drumsticks she had gifted me and that I was now spinning in my hands. Somehow they were the only solace I had at the moment. My drum lessons with Yeongeun and watching, well, listening to her group, Rolling Quartz, play were the only things to cheer me up after those hideous meetings.

"Why do you still go if it doesn't make you happy?" Yeongeun grabbed my hand and led me to the music room.

Because I have to, I thought. Because I have to make my father proud, because I knew it was what he wanted. "Because it makes my mom happy." I answered instead, trying to ban my conversation with Jiu from my head.

"And who exactly decided that her happiness is more important than yours?" Yeongeun pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the drum set, indicating for me to sit down at the drums themself. She leaned against the Toms, the middle part of the drum, and rested her chin on her hands. I swooned a little bit at the sight.

"Who said I'm not happy?" I asked, smiling at her.

"You're face." She shot back, tapping the drum lightly.

"What's wrong with my face?" I patted my cheeks, self conscious.

"Nothing." Yeongeun snickered.

"I'm smiling aren't I." I touched my lips, checking. "Are you saying you don't like my face?"

"No, I like your face. In fact very much so." She slightly tickled the underside of my chin, leaving me to squirm. "Yeah. You are smiling now."

"What do you mean?" Of course I was smiling right now. Why wouldn't I?

"I mean, you are smiling whenever you are with me. Or whenever you are here." She gestured around herself. "But whenever I see you in the hall, passing by, you are always scowling. And when you come out of those meetings you always look angry, and sort of sad. I don't like it." She admitted

"What can I say? You make me happy." I shrugged, avoiding the real intent behind her words.

"Don't be sappy." She hit my arm, making me almost drop my drumsticks.

"You started it, no?"

"But I'm being serious now." She said, her smile gone. "You should think about it. You can always quit student council, if it doesn't make you happy. We'll deal with your mom together."