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what am i to you? • chaesoo

Park Chaeyoung was the smartest person in school. She was the prom queen for three years straight. She had her own music club and a school band where she was the lead. She had a perfume brand as well. Other than that, she was a high achieving math competitor. Crazy enough, her grades were still stably high. She was also sweet and nice and well liked by everyone at school.

Tied in position with Chaeyoung was Kim Jisoo. She's been the student council president for the last three years. She's also a model for Cartier. She also won multiple acting awards as well as winning international biology competitions. Her grades were also perfect. She was also very kind and loved by everyone at school.

However, these two never seemed to be at peace with one another. Every time the two meet, there's always an argument. These debates were never not heated although they never resolved to throw hatred and slurs.

"The answer is twelve, you brainless jellyfish!" Chaeyoung yelled, her voice even creaking out of anger and impatience.

"Maybe, if you had the correct number of fingers, you would know that the answer was ten!" Jisoo also yelled, defending her answer.

Frustrated, the teacher just left the classroom as the class divided into two sides to bet on who was right that time.

While people knew they always argued, lots of the school attendees also knew these two had some kind of potential to have something.

Well, the assumptions of the people were going to be proved very quickly.

One unfortunate late evening, Chaeyoung was heading back home after band practice, carrying her guitar and humming a new tune she had been working on. She turned into an empty street, when suddenly, a figure lunged at her, snatching her bag and pushing her hard against the pavement. She gasped, pain shooting through her arm as she hit the ground, her things scattered everywhere.

In her disoriented state, Chaeyoung heard familiar hurried footsteps rushing towards her. To her surprise, it was Kim Jisoo, who had been nearby after staying late at school for some student council work. Chaeyoung looked up at her, equal parts stunned and irritated. “Jisoo, I don’t need—” she started to say, but Jisoo cut her off, her expression fierce.

"Who did this to you?" She growled, her teeth gritting.

"I'm fine--"

“Stay here,” Jisoo said sharply. Without waiting for a reply, she sprinted after the thief, determined. Chaeyoung tried to call her back, but her body ached, and her voice faltered.

After a few minutes, Jisoo returned, breathless, Chaeyoung’s bag in hand. She knelt down beside Chaeyoung, her face clouded with worry. “You’re hurt,” she murmured, brushing dirt from Chaeyoung’s cheek with an unexpected gentleness.

“It’s fine,” Chaeyoung muttered, wincing as Jisoo helped her sit up. But Jisoo wasn’t having it. She insisted on supporting her back to her feet and even carried her guitar. Despite the pain, Chaeyoung’s heart raced—not from the fall, but from the way Jisoo’s hand lingered at her waist, steady and protective.

When they reached Chaeyoung’s place, Jisoo guided her to the sofa, grabbed the first aid kit, and carefully cleaned her scrapes. Silence filled the room, tense yet oddly warm, as they avoided each other’s gaze. After a few moments, Jisoo spoke softly. “Why didn’t you just call me for help? Honest to God, judging from your achievements, you sure aren't an idiot, but the way you acted earlier makes me rethink how I think of you."

Chaeyoung looked down, feeling her heart pound. Was she truly worried for me? “I was panicking, fucker.”

"Call me fucker all you want, I'm still not the stupid loser who got punched and robbed this evening."