𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄.양중원

birds of a feather

'birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know
I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone.'

'friday 5th october, 4:02pm.'

THE two walk home in collective silence following their student council meeting, and it's leaving jihye much more bewildered then she was before. she clears her throat to at least say something, but he interjects, shutting her up with a mere glare.

she frowns at his display of hostility, and it's making her more and more confused. she swears just a couple of days ago they were playing dress to impress together? is he bipolar or something? 

"uhm, so-" she begins to talk, seeking his advice on the whole moving-to-america dilemma, as she's been wanting to since the decision was first imposed on her. she wants his opinion, and she wants to tell him.

but it doesn't seem he wants to hear any of it back, turning with a scoff as they approach the front of his house.

"do you not understand what shut up means, you idiot?"

its silent for a second, as jihye frowns in pure, and utter confusion. "what? but-"

"no. shut up. i don't know what you think, but i think you should just get lost."

she scoffs, opening her mouth to respond, but no words come. she's shocked, to say the very least. and she's hurt.

"i don't know where your place is, jihye, but i don't think it's here." he spits finally, before walking into his house, leaving jihye in a heartbroken dilemma.

she lies on her bed, facing the ceiling as her mind races with so many different thoughts all at once. she's not sure how to feel, but she feels really, really disappointed.

she thought jungwon had changed. she thought he liked her a lot more, and she thought they were close to almost being friends. it's not fair. why does he think he can suddenly be so horrible to her for no reason? his entitlement is making her angry, but more then that, it's making her upset.

she sighs, reaching for her phone and messaging the first people coming to mind.

jihye's hoes ‼️

jihye

emergency

any of you come over pls

yunah (lipgloss stealer)

code red or code pink

jihye

pink

yunah (lipgloss stealer)

OMW QUEEN

gf she js doesnt know yet

bringing loads of chcoolates omgomg

minji <3

WHAT HAPPENED??? WHO??

asami 🤍

if its j*ngw*n i might just have to kill him 

yunah (lipgloss stealer)

don't

we don't have enough short kings in our skl

diversity

her cries are cut off with giggles at yunah's ruthless insult, before she continues sobbing her heart away.

she's disgusted at why she's balling her eyes out over a boy, but such is life.

wonyoung turns up first, jihye's dad letting her in with a kind smile. wonyoung runs to hug jihye, lying beside her on jihye's bed, as jihye cries into her neck. 

she's not sure who's made her favourite girl cry, but she's not having it.

she hugs jihye back, yunah and asami walking in next. yunah launches ontop of jihye and wonyoung, wonyoung yelping and jihye giggling throughout her sniffles, as asami grins, sitting on the edge of the bed.

wonyoung helps jihye sit up, tucking her hair behind her ear- akin to a mother, looking after her child. asami throws her a 7/11 bag, and wonyoung takes the chocolates out of it attentively.

7/11.

jihye starts crying even more, if that were possible, just as minji enters her room, absolutely bewildered. the girls can hear her parents bickering downstairs, and it doesn't make things any better.

"what happened, babe?" wonyoung hums out softly, as jihye sniffles, biting into the chocolate bar. "jungwon hates me!" she cries out, though the chocolate muffles her sobs a little.

yunah, who's always been the..violent one, clenches her fists, pacing back and forth whilst muttering incoherent curses. "such an audacity at such a small height?" yunah scoffs, asami hitting her arm scoldingly. "yunah!" 

jihye snorts at that, as minji joins the girls on the bed, frowning. "what happened?"

and so jihye sniffles, detailing it all. his remarks, and what he said specifically, and how it's made her feel.

she leaves out the fact that his words are making her consider america, not wanting to upset her friends, seeing as they're already pretty angry at jungwon. 

"i don't know where your place is jihye, but it surely isn't here."

his words ring in her head, making it pound painfully. she sighs, changing the subject. she doesn't want to think about stinky jungwon. she wants chocolate, her friends, and a good movie.

she hands wonyoung the remote, one of her hands handing the remote, the other stroking jihye's hair, as wonyoung turns legally blonde on.

jihye's eyes lighten up, and the girls all huddle together, as the movie loads.

"if this were a movie, we'd so be failing the bechdel test." jihye sniffles, before laughing.

wonyoung giggles too, smiling down at the shorter girl. "yeah, but it's fine. you need a good cry."

and so, the girls sit united over their newly found hatred over men (mainly just jungwon), the weight of jihye's impending decision lifting momentarily as they snack on chocolates and commentate on the movie.

NOTE

this made me so angry the audacity of jungwon. sorry this chapter is ass its getting good i promise.... i hope...