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Chapter 5

MINJEONG

Tzuyu slaps Jimin's chest. "Okay dumbass, that's your genius idea of a good first impression?"

Jimin walks over to me, making me quite nervous.

"You've never seen me though," I say quietly. 

"Eh. Yizhuo has shown us a few photos of you." She replies, stopping in her place as she only stands a few inches away.

"True," Tzuyu adds as she finally found the chili spices she had been looking for, ever since Jimin came into the kitchen.

"Anyways, you need help on anything?" Jimin asks, standing too close to me as I crouch down to get the kimchi.

"You'll probably burn the water," I say as Tzuyu giggles, pouring some oil onto a pan. Jimin huffs, crouching down slightly to reach my level, her face dangerously close to mine.

"You know, I think we're going to be good friends," She whispers, smirking slightly.

"I doubt it." I reply, standing up and close the fridge.

"I like this girl," Tzuyu says, proudly nodding.

"Yeah, whatever." Jimin, frustrated, leaves the kitchen, stomping.

"She's sweeter once you really get to know her, I promise." Tzuyu reassures before we both begin to cook.

-

"Food is ready!" I yell while leaving the kitchen with a few side dishes in hand hands, placing it onto the dining table.

The girls cheer in excitement and take their seat around the dining table.

Tzuyu soon comes out with the main dish, the kimchi fried rice. On her other hand is a big bowl of ramen.

I admire the bowl of ramen, my favorite. 

"Ramen is my favorite too. Especially jajangmyeon," A voice starts. I look beside me and Aeri is there. 

"Oh, that's nice. Though, how did you know that ramen was my favorite?" I ask as I turn around and sit next to her.

She smiles. "Your fists clenched when you noticed the ramen." Aeri nudges my head toward my hand that's placed on the table before she starts scooping some rice onto her plate. 

"That's embarrassing.." I mumble, picking up some side dishes onto my empty plate. 

She laughs, "I can't say that I haven't done that before, so don't worry about it." 

She has an attractive voice that just instantly made her even more attractive from when I first saw her. Is that even possible?

"Well, good to know that we have something in common then," I answered , chuckling as she politely puts some ramen onto my plate.

"It's a good start," She replies, smiling. I like this girl. 

I look straight ahead to see two of the girls talking and laughing. One of them was Ryujin and the other was Yuna.

"Minjeong?" A familiar voice from my right starts, I turn to the direction of it.

"Yeah?" I answer, while picking up some food from my plate.

Yizhuo is holding her chopsticks, the chopsticks have some raw kimchi intertwined in them. 

I smile and pick up my bowl so she could place the ramen into it. "Thanks ugly," I say and reach for the pickled radish from across the table. 

"Love you too." Yizhuo rolls her eyes playfully.

-

MONDAY

I wake up to the sound of a car horn. I groan in annoyance, why is there so much noise on a Monday morning?

I get out of my bed, dragging myself across my room to look out the window. 

A familiar black car is waiting right outside my house. 

I open my window and hear a shout coming from the car, "Minjeong, what the fuck are you doing!? We're going to be late!" I squint my eyes and try to get a better look at whose voice that was.

"Yizhuo..?" I mumble to myself.

Wait...

Today is Monday.

My eyes widen as I dash to my closet to get my uniform, forgetting to actually do half of what I usually do in my routine. 

"Hi mom, bye mom," I mumble as I dash past her, not even glancing at her or letting her speak.

I quickly open the door and get into Yizhuo's car. "Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night," I say, breathing heavily as I speak.

"Why? What were you doing?" She asks as she starts driving, her eyes very well focused on the road ahead. I look at my phone camera to make sure I look decent at least since all I had time for when I woke up was to put my uniform and shoes on. 

I didn't answer Yizhuo. My brain is hurting from the sudden action right when I woke up from my deep slumber.

She laughs.

I scoff, "Well aren't you enjoying watching me suffer?" I stick my tongue out at her. 

"A bit." She jokes along.

We finally arrive at school, Yizhuo parks in the perfect spot, right where the entrance is so I don't waste anymore time walking from one side of the campus to the whole other.

"Do I look decent?" I ask, turning to face her so she can get a better look at my rushed mess. Yizhuo unbuckles her seatbelt and looks at me.

"You look like a hobo." She winks.

"Thanks," I quickly say before grabbing my stuff to head to class.

I run as fast as I can. I don't think I've ever ran this fast in my entire life.

I have a clean streak throughout my entire school life, a clean streak of no detentions or being sent to the principals office. I can't just ruin that over the excuse of simply over-sleeping.

I aggressively open the door, unintentionally without realizing, which causes the whole class to stare at my dramatic entrance.

"Kim Minjeong, what is your problem?" The teacher yells.

"Oh sorry, I thought I was late." I breathe heavily as I felt my cheeks get red.

"You're seven minutes early, Ms. Kim," He says, pointing toward the clock hung up on the old, cracked wall. 

I freeze.

How am I so stupid to the point that I didn't even check the time before automatically thinking I'm late?

He sighs. "Just knock next time instead of such a dramatic entrance. Go sit down." His face has a disappointed look on it.

-

School is finally over, that hellhole. 

My head is pounding against my skull, almost as if it wants to escape and be free from this place.

"Minjeong," A low voice starts. I groan, I don't feel like talking to anyone right now, especially after making a fool out of myself this morning. Though, because I'm 'nice,' I turn around towards the voice. 

It's Chaehyun, never mind.

"I'm sorry but my mom and I are going to her friends wedding this Saturday. I asked you to come along, so can I talk to you today?" She explains, fiddling with her fingers as she couldn't maintain eye contact with me anymore.

I never read the letter anyway, so either way, I had no idea about why she wanted to meet on Saturday. Or that she even wanted to meet at all.

"Um, sure I guess.." I hesitantly mumble.

I wanted the word to swallow me whole, to escape this moment that I fully regret.

"Can we talk at my house?"