tangled; park woojin

04

Soojin was worried she might cry.

She has always been careful with her belongings. She rarely lost a pen. The protractor she's currently using is already almost four years old. Of all the things she could misplace, it had to be her phone.

Soojin emptied the contents of her school bag, but there was nothing. She left her gym bag in her locker earlier, and she prayed to God her phone was in that. If she never got it back, her mom would go ballistic and her Twitter account would die from inactivity. Well, maybe she can still open it on her laptop, but she can never get used to Twitter's web version.

She wanted to bang her head on her desk.

Their teacher wasn't there yet, so she gathered all the courage in her body and approached their class president.

"Sewoon, did you see my phone on the grandstand?" Soojin asked. "I think I left it there."

"I left early, though," Sewoon answered, "but I think Donghyun and his friends were the last ones there. They always are, I hope they have it."

"Thanks anyway," Soojin said sincerely and she went back to her seat.

Soojin barely talked to her classmates here, and she never said a word to Donghyun and his friends. It's been a week since school started, and while most people around her are already comfortable with each other, she still wasn't. But her phone was at stake here, so she has no other choice but to interact with them. The Youngmin guy seemed nice enough, maybe she could approach him.

The boys arrived a few minutes later. Soojin was ready to talk to them, but their teacher was right behind them. She thought maybe she could just  ask them later.

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Once the bell rang, Soojin arranged her stuff and planned to approach Donghyun or Youngmin, but when she looked up, their other friend Park Woojin was already approaching her. Thank God. Now she doesn't have to exert effort in going to them herself.

"Besides those who appeared on Show Me the Money, name the rest of the artists under Just Music," Woojin demanded.

"W-What?" Soojin said, surprised. She obviously didn't expect this question.

"What's Swings' latest album called?"

"Mood Swings II, Part 3: Psychotherapy," Soojin answered, still confused. "Why are you asking me all this? Do you have my phone?"

"Yeah," he answered and took her phone out of his pocket, "and are you really a fan of Just Music?

"Yes." Soojin tried to grab her phone from his grasp, but he put his hand away. "Do I have to prove myself to you to be really a fan?"

"I'm just surprised," he said. "You really don't look like the type that listens to this kind of music."

Soojin frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean."

He was beginning to annoy her. "Please give me my phone back."

Park Woojin stood still for a moment, but eventually gave it back to her.

"Weirdo," he said before he turned his back to her and walked back to his seat.

Soojin wanted to chuck her phone at him.