can you even make ramyeon?

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before i opened my eyes, the pain in my neck told me something was wrong.

i squinted at the beams of light piercing their way through the sheer curtains of the dining room.

it was then i realised the oak table under my right cheek was not in fact my satin pillow and i was not in my comfy bed.

what a great epiphany, seo-yun.

i dragged my groggy self off the table and sat up, rubbing my eyes as i tried to fully process what had happened last night.

ohmygodjaehyunwashereifellasleeponhimwhatislife—i shook my head in attempt to forget the embarrassing manner i had given full permission to take over me only a few hours ago.

half-way through an attempt at patting my crazy mane down, my fingers were quick to pull off a pink post it note. i frowned and looked down at the neat handwriting.

you fell asleep, idiot
i had some pizza so thanks i guess
j
p.s check the kitchen top before you leave.

the corners of my mouth twitched into a smile and i traced my fingers over the neat handwriting before carefully flattening it out and placing it on my book.

i padded along the wood floor, warm slippers masking the sound of my loud footsteps.

an eggs benedict was on the counter waiting for me, making my heart leap in delight. i couldn't help but allow it to thump as i placed my hands on the bowl, filled to the brim with a familiar feeling, savouring every mouthful.

this moment of familiarity and appreciation ended quickly—i had an hour before my class. i opened my laptop cringing, remembering i still had unfinished work.

an exclamation of surprise escaped my lips: the essay was done. not by me of course, but the style of writing was so eloquent it almost didn't surprise me to see the letter 'j' typed in at the end.

once again the mundane pain returned to my chest when i thought of him. why, he had helped me so much in simply one night? i was beyond grateful.

i sat eating my breakfast contently before showering and getting myself ready.

3 DAYS LATER

i was walking to the cookery class deep in my own thoughts. thanks to jaehyun, i had scored highly in my essay.

but strangely, i wasn't just thankful for the grade he helped me to attain. he seemed somewhat different from my original opinion of him; turns out, he was not just a pretty face. he was, in many ways, special.

i respected him.

as soon as i entered the building, i raced up the stairs, eyes set on my feet as i skipped three, maybe four steps at a time.

and that was when my body collided with someone else's.

he grunted underneath me.

i gingerly opened my eyes to find the very one who had been plaguing my thoughts recently.

i sat up quickly and offered my hand, which, to my surprise, he took and hauled himself up whilst smirking amusedly.

i suddenly remembered the events of the previous night and grabbed his forearm in excitement.

"you helped me so much! i did so well!" i squealed, letting myself go (i swear to god, seo-yun) once more.

he smiled a genuine smile, opening his mouth to reply when we heard ten shouting from the bottom of the stairs, making sure his presence was known to all.

i almost missed jaehyun's eyes glazing over, icy once more. he shoved my hands off his arm and moved away, leaving me frowning in confusion.

as the class progressed, i couldn't keep myself from stealing glances at him. i was curious about why he might have pushed me away until my pride hit my conscience at full force, forcing my limbs to turn around and not pay attention to him anymore. i was annoyed at his bipolar nature and resolved not to talk to him.

due to ten's absolute failure last week, our focus for this lesson was once again pastry.

and, for once, i was doing great. memories of my mother and i clouded my thoughts. but they were not sad. they reminded me of the happiness i once did have in my life, the fact that i already have so many great memories. they ignited hope of making more.

i could see jaehyun walking past—he stepped on my foot before walking over to ten's area. anger and confusion replaced the blood in my veins, i swore numerous times under my breath making note not to give him any attention and, under no circumstances, to look at him.

that was, until, i felt a presence behind me. dammit.

"your pastry is still shitty even after all these tries—good job."

i paid no heed to his words and continued, not even sparing him a glance.

i almost jumped when he whispered in my ear (i should've gotten used to it, by now).

"what, you thought i treated you special? i don't care about you and we are certainly not friends. get that clear up in here."

he tapped my head and walked away.

"he is not getting away that easily," i thought to myself as i clenched and unclenched my fists in an effort to calm down.
i hate you, jung jaehyun.