Bulletproof ain't my type

Anomaly

Fa Fengh is a girl.

He is a girl.

Fuck me in the ass 'cause I never saw that coming.

I should explain.

The first time I saw her was in the locker room. We have locker rooms in the building for cleaning up after hours upon hours of practice. There was one on each of the two rented floors of the building (so poor, I know), on the third for ladies, fourth for men. Do not, for one moment think that I accidentally barged into the girls' locker room. No sir. She, was changing her clothes after taking a shower, in the men's room. I was the last to get off of practice because of my inflexibility and entered the locker room right when she was pulling on a shirt.

I saw her bare back: no bra straps.

Wet hair: boy cut.

Bare legs: clad in a pair of boxers.

Yes, boxers.

I didn't spare her more than a glimpse, thinking that maybe it's some new trainee and went to do my thing. I didn't even see her face. The locker rooms were not marked and I suppose it is possible she got confused or didn't receive proper directions. The second time I saw her was in the middle of some sort of dance routine when I had popped in the practice room to speak to the choreographer. Neither of the girls were present which led me to conclude it was exclusively for boys. But she was there, dancing along with the five or so other trainees in a t-shirt and shorts. The only reason she caught my eye was because she danced the best out of the whole lot, faster, with the other boys nagging at her to slow down because she made them look bad. But they didn't talk to her like she was a girl - cursing and using slang. I wonder if they knew at all. She was soaked with sweat, the shirt clinging to her body like second skin. Looking every bit of a male because, well, there's nothing.....you know, erm....

Let's just say she's flat as a board.

Point proven upon our four day trip when Lazaro dressed her up as a rich teenage heir. A boy. She can wear tank tops and deep necked shirts and still be seen as a boy. Based upon my observations I could say that she was a very reserved person. Quiet. Quieter than what was acceptable. The time I pulled her into a corner to apologise for the number I did on her face, instead of apologizing for her own behaviour she just nodded and went away. I let it go, that time. Partly because I don't hold grudges and partly because I couldn't get over the initial shock of raising my hand on a girl. But the time had long passed – eight years if I'm correct – and I believed I no longer disliked her. Belief proven wrong after Bang pd's idea of a final Home Party.

It's a little hard not to dislike someone when they do everything exactly like you down to every single nod of your head. I thought she was doing it on purpose. But that precision and the timing.....she has the same reactions as I do and there is no denying that. There is also no denying that it irks me. We can get along. All I have to do is not constantly remind myself of her insolence that one night in seoul by the dumpsters.

Which is hard.

But I have to do this.

Because Sejin hyung paired me up with her the second day spent on an island too hot for my liking. All we did was walk together in silence along a noisy marketplace. There was a little wind today which I was thankful for. If not, I would've been fanning myself with my shirt by now. Fengh looked oddly at peace, though. She wore a tank again today, along with those blasted shorts. She's obsessed with cross dressing, isn't she? Her red hair was parted from the middle but the wind would mess it up every now and then, making it fall into her eyes. When she brushed them back for the nth time, I picked on a topic for conversation.
"Why don't you grow your hair?"