4AM °HOSHI

05

'break! lunch! finally!' bosoon raised her hands in the air and laughed like a kid being possessed by some demonic force. she stretched her arms and cupped her palm onto yooji's crown.

yooji had her head on the desk with her eyes closed. she had to spend her sunday night at the convenience store until five in the morning ranting about life, and yet when she reached home, she found out that her mother and uncle was still high.

she went back to the convenience store and could have stayed with soonyoung, but that boy was already gone.

yooji had to endure a brief ten minutes of horrible moans, while changing into her school clothes and gathered her things. she couldn't seem to get rid of the sound inside her head.

'oof,' yooji huffed.

'listen. let's go eat,' bosoon urged.

yooji sighed again. everytime she closed her eyes, the moans repeated clearer, but she was too sleepy to keep them open.

'did you have a nightmare again?' her friend asked worriedly, and glanced around the empty classroom. 'everyone went out already. tell me.'

yooji nodded against the desk. 'nightmare indeed. except that i was fully awake.'

bosoon was confused. although they had been friends for years, yooji had never told her about diva kim at all. she had always kept things to herself, except for that taekwondo boy.

'five minutes, soonie,' yooji muttered. 'i saw my dad in my dreams last night,' she lied, so that her friend wouldn't further ask.

'aight,' bosoon reluctantly agreed and looked out of the window in boredom, casually humming to her favourite song.

different from the girls, the boys next door seemed to have their meal in their classrooms, because every single room was well-lit and bustling with excited boys.

her eyes landed on the boy beside the window, resting his head on the desk, like a reflection to yooji's pose, instead of eating or fooling around like everyone else did.

she chuckled to herself as another boy lost his balance and collided on his desk, his butt landing on his head.

the poor boy's eyes shot open and pinched his attacker's butt with an annoyed expression.

the attacker was no more than the blonde boy that yooji claimed that she knew last week. bosoon didn't mind if she seemed like a creepy stalker because everything was too interesting to watch.

the blonde unloaded the lunchboxes from his hands and passed one to the shorter guy. before he sat down, he caught bosoon looking at him, with yooji beside her.

soonyoung happily waved his hands, and bosoon abruptly shook yooji awake. 'yooji, your friend is looking for you.'

'who?' she lifted her head and rubbed her eyes. looking around, she saw no one.

bosoon pointed out of the window and wiggled her eyebrows. 'that blonde friend of yours,' she hissed.

yooji spun her head and watched him pushing open the windows. he cupped his hands around his mouth in order to project his voice from the loud chaotic classroom across ten metres or so.

the girls frowned as they could only hear muffled shouts. his seatmate fetched his phone from under the desk and gave them a deadpan, with one eyebrow raised.

'i think he meant use your phones,' bosoon giggled at her friend's lack of sense.

indeed, when soonyoung held his phone up and pointed at it, yooji took hers out and tried to call him.

tried.

'shit, i don't have his number,' she mumbled and turned around.

bosoon took out her notebook and quickly scribbled yooji's number on it. she excitedly stood up and showed it to the opposite side of the window, totally squealing, 'this is so fun i swear.'

yooji returned her with a disgusted look, but was interrupted immediately. bosoon wasn't even giving her a damn about it; her eyes were totally sparkling.

'you better set me up with his pinky hair friend because i swear to god he's so cute.'

yooji rolled her eyes and sighed. her phone rang, so she couldn't fire any words back.

Hoshi: cheer up!