Together

Wonyoung

Living a normal life is difficult for Wonyoung. She doesn’t want to live a normal life, she doesn’t want to go to school and study but she does because she needs to. Becoming a world renowned journalist doesn’t just happen overnight (but in some cases it might). If she wants to earn the respect of her peers and those above her Wonyoung needs to get into the nitty gritty of a college education to build up a network of her own. Nepotism can only get her so far which leads her to attending today's seminar.

Her heels click against the shiny tiles as she walks across the building to the auditorium where the seminar will be held. She keeps a soft smile on her face despite the urge to roll her eyes as people stare unapologetically at her long legs, their gaze trailing up to the end of her skirt up her torso and to her face.

She doesn’t hesitate to make eye contact with someone, a student no older than herself as he stares extra hard at her waist. He blinks quickly realizing she was staring back only to dart his gaze away. Wonyoung simply flicks a piece of her hair behind her shoulder seeing out of her peripheral how he follows her every move until she turns the corner out of sight. She’s used to people following her, hanging onto her every word as if she dangles the world between her fingertips. It brings her much joy having that little bit of power, having that much influence with a simple look. It’s the same with her articles, how she’s able to move people, inform them and have them hanging onto every word she’s typed from start to finish.

Entering the auditorium she assesses those around her. She can spot some of her own classmates, members of the newspaper club and from seeing the red pins on the students' shirts she assumes the rest must be students of the school. The seats are almost full but she manages to spot one close to the front. With quick steps she makes her way down the isles reaching the seat. She settles down, setting her bag beside her to pull out her notebook and pens. When she first saw the flier for the seminar “The role of investigative journalists in society” she couldn’t help but get excited. Interviewing her peers for her gossip articles or various sports articles she wrote on occasion were just a stepping stone, this was the big leagues and she so desperately wanted to find a way in. Wonyoung waited for months for a spot to open up and when it finally did she immediately signed up. If she was lucky she’d get a chance to talk with the speaker, or even the guest speaker for the evening. She already had so many questions lined up and she could only imagine what else she’d come up with during the seminar.

The young woman is just about finished outlining her notebook for the notes she’d like to take when she feels a hand on the back of her seat before the warmth of a body radiates on her backside.

“Excuse me, but this is my seat,” Wonyoung notes a few things instantly, one the person behind her is a woman, two she has a soft and warm voice it almost makes her shiver and three their scent is strong. Carefully she twists in her seat to face the stranger.

“Oh really? I don’t see your name on it,” she says smoothly despite the flush she feels rushing over her body. The stranger was beautiful with her short haircut just below her chin, her smooth skin and pale gray eyes from colored contacts.

The woman chuckles as she leans in a bit closer. Wonyoung can really smell her scent now, grainy like ground corn with hints of caramel hidden underneath. The scent was on the tip of her tongue but Wonyoung could barely process it “I guess you’re right but I do need to sit here.”

“I got here first, can’t you choose somewhere else?” Wonyoung questions batting her lashes just a tad and sticking out her bottom lip. It’s not enough to over do it but usually it’s enough.

“Aw, such a pretty thing,” the woman tuts “I’m sure you’re used to people giving you whatever you want huh?” Wonyoung smiles and tilts her head just enough to answer the woman's question without a word. “Too bad I’m used to not giving pretty brats like you the time of day. I’m on the set team for the seminar so I really do need this seat. I’m happy to find you another for your troubles though,” then the woman gives her a smile of her own. The former attraction she felt turns hot with annoyance instead. Her response was boarding between being teasing and condescending, a power trip.