Pop & Seoul

Chapter Four

~Here's a picture of Haneul~

Flinging open my closest doors, I scrutinize my wardrobe. What is considered in here? It can't be much different from Daegu. I began tossing clothes about my room. Hopefully finding a match. I raise my brow, picking up a knee length, jean skirt and mustard yellow T-shirt. No, no, no, it's fall. My legs will freeze. I huff exasperatingly and continue my search.

I pull out a pair of faded ripped jeans, fishnets, an over-sized, grey sweater and a white snapback. Huh, this looks cute. I smile to myself in satisfaction as I slip out of pyjamas and into my outfit. Sliding into my fishnets, then my jeans, before pulling my sweater over my head. Grabbing my makeup bag, I walk over to the guest bathroom just down the hall from my room and head inside. I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are still a little puffy from crying. I look away from my reflection and pick up my hairbrush before returning my gaze to the glass. I brush my short, dark hair neatly. I don't really feel like curling it today.

I grab my brown mascara from my bag and apply a thin layer to my already long lashes. I fill in my brows lightly so that they still look natural. I take out my favourite lipstick and apply it's dusty rose colour to my lips. Smacking my lips together a couple times to help blend the colour. I glance at myself again in the mirror and smile. My puffy eyes are beginning to look more normal.

I head back to my bedroom to grab some jewelry and my handbag and shoes. I grab my studs and small hoops and a small braided rope bracelet. I swing my black handbag over my shoulder and slide my feet into my white Vans. And, just in case, I grab two hair bands and slide them over my wrist. Perfect! Hopefully this isn't too much.

As if on cue, a loud knock pierces my ears. I spin around and open the door. Dohyun is standing in the doorway. Wearing a black hoodie and tight blue jeans. He's got on a pair of black vans and his black snapback is concealing his crazy brown hair. He scrutinizes me and scrunches up his face awkwardly. I roll my eyes.

"What the heck are you wearing?" He asks.

"What's wrong with it?" I retort, a little irritated. It took me forever to pick this outfit.

Dohyun just waves a hand in front of his face and sighs, "never mind, forget it. Where does Haneul live. I'm assuming I'm driving."

I smirk, satisfied that he's not bothering me about my outfit anymore.

"Uh, right, her address," I reply, fumbling around my handbag for my phone. Haneul had texted me her address after we hung up. I quickly unlock my phone and find the texting tab we were previously on. Clicking on her name, I open the chat and check for her address.

"Ah, here it is," I say handing over my phone. Dohyun takes it from me and stares at it.

"Oh she's actually not too far from here. Maybe twenty minutes to half an hour," he tells me, returning my phone.

My eyes light up with excitement.

"Awesome! The sooner the better," I beam, dropping my phone back into my handbag. I walk over to my side table and take my wallet out from the drawer. I open it and count how much I have left from my flight and the cab. I have about 520 dollars left of what my aunt and uncle had given to me. That should be enough. I place my wallet into my handbag and quickly make my bed. Ajumma really doesn't like messy rooms. Dohyun watches me patiently from the doorway. Once I'm done I skip over to him excitedly and shove him out the door.

"I hope you cleaned your room too," I add with a sly smirk.

We make our way down the steps and back into the kitchen where my uncle and aunt are cleaning up. My aunt looks over her shoudler and smiles warmly at us. I search her weary eyes. She must have been crying as well once I left the table. She puts down the plates she's washing and walks over to us.