𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝔸𝕌
Life is strict and organized for Han Yunji. She's an example, an idol, someone of high value in her line of study. The only disruption? Park Jisung. But of course, that wasn't much of a bother, as she continued on with...
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Yunji sniffled and her fists clenched as the pain continued tearing at her ankle. The nurse's cold ointment did little to soothe the ache, at least for the moment. However, the only thing Yunji could do was sit and endure everything.
The two had exchanged very few words, however, Ms Hong, the nurse, decided to strike up conversation.
"You didn't fall, did you?" She questioned, and Yunji bit at her bottom lip.
"I... I did fall."
"Your outfit tells me otherwise."
Yunji looked down. She'd failed to account for her sportswear, an indicator that betrayed her facade.
The nurse sighed. "I understand. This is a school for arts. I know you want to dance as soon as possible. However, in order to be able to dance in the future, you can't cause any more harm to your injury, understand?"
"Yes miss." Yunji's voice was barely above a whisper.
"But really, how nice of Jisung to bring you in. He's a good kid." Miss Hong continued commenting.
"I disagree." Yunji muttered under her breathy, but the nurse caught her words.
"Really? But he cares for you so much." She pointed out, and Yunji's eyes shifted towards the nurse once more.
"What?"
"I see that you don't remember," Miss Hong pulled out new bandages, and began applying them. "Last time you were brought in he was panicking, asking if you're okay. After I treated you he was standing outside, even when everyone else had left. He seemed really relieved that it was nothing worse than a strain."
A pang of guilt echoed within Yunji. She hadn't realized that Jisung's actions had been a show of kindness. In her mind, all he'd done was to prove his superiority to her. For some reason, she couldn't fathom that Jisung wished her well.
"Did he really?"
"Yes. And even now- how many men in your life would carry you all the way here? Two times, if I might add." Miss Hong pointed out further.
Yunji visibly cringed whilst thinking about the nurse's words. With each minute, she felt all the more horrible.
Jisung hadn't deserved to witness her outburst, yet alone to be at the receiving end of her ruthless words. Analysing his actions, Yunji realized that over the past couple of months, he'd been kind at every step. And now, she'd ruined it. As she did everything else.
And for once, her mind was overpowered by something other than the memories of her fall. They were driven by Park Jisung, and all the things she now wanted to say to him.
The nurse patched Yunji up, and stood up with a sigh.
"I hope not to see you up to your wellness evaluation, Yunji. And I sure hope you'll go and thank Jisung for all he's done for you."
"I will." Yunji muttered, and got up on her feet, scowling in pain as her ankle felt heavier once more.
"Do you need any help getting back? You really shouldn't be putting any more pressure on the ankle, at least not for today." Miss Hong remarked, but Yunji shook her head.
"I'll manage. I'll go retrieve my crutch."
The woman nodded, and returned to her desk, beginning to pack up for the evening as well.
Yunji began moving towards the door, but paused and turned.
"Thank you, miss Hong. I'll be more careful from now on."
"I sure hope so." The nurse remarked with a bright smile.
Yunji continued towards the door, and as she opened it, she found that both her crutch and gym bag were placed right beside the wall in the hallway. And at the sight of this, her insides stirred with guilt even further.
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The following day was bland.
Yunji had, for the first time in years, skipped morning ballet practice. She only made her appearance on campus as lunch began, joining her two friends for a hot meal. Sumi was, of course, scolding her ruthlessly after hearing of the previous night's events. Yunji had, however, conveniently left out anything to do with Jisung, and was only receiving hate for her stupid decision-making.
The wind blew pleasantly outside as Yunji walked towards the main school building with her two friends. She wasn't looking forward to afternoon lessons at all, and wanted to curl up in her bed for the rest of the term. However, she also felt an unwilting urge to see Jisung, and preferably talk to him. To apologize.
As the trio got up to their floor, they walked the hallway slowly, greeting other students as they passed by. Yunji had long gotten used to the stares her crutch received, and her mind was far from caring.
Her eyes gazed upon the waves of students, and landed on a particularly tall person in the crowd. Nervousness engulfed her, and words as simple as "hello" knotted at her tongue.
Yet, when they crossed paths, Jisung passed her by, without even looking in her direction. Soul-crushing was far from the right adjective to describe how she felt. She'd never wanted to be looked at by him, except for now when it mattered. Yet, he avoided her, passing her by like a gust of wind.
Her teeth subconsciously bit into her bottom lip. Jisung's actions towards her made her aware of just how badly she'd messed up. And the guilt consumed her, occupying every single one of her thoughts.
"Hey, Yunji?" Dahae questioned quietly, and Yunji was brought out of her daze as they arrived to the door of her homeroom. "You alright?"
Something in Dahae's eyes indicated that she did not believe that whatsoever. However, she simply nodded before following Sumi in the direction to their own homeroom.
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