"time is the master of all things."
after the death of their grandfather, yang yubin has no choice but to move her and her younger brother from seoul to a small town just outside of busan. a cunning and resilient girl, she is quick to gain the trust...
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02.05.18 07:09:37
Y A N G Y U B I N
moving is never easy.
that is, for those who have a home.
seoul was never my home. only stayed there for so long to be closer to the top medical care. now that grandpa's dead, there's no reason to get choked up about leaving. not for me. so i can't say that this move is hard for me.
i like living like this. detachment is liberation. there's no obligation, no commitment. this whole life thing... it's easier this way.
jeongin takes it a lot worse than i do. but that's because he has friends in seoul, which only proves my point. but my only tie to one place or another is him. and i plan on keeping it that way. after all, i did make him a promise. a promise to protect him and be right there with him until my dying breath. heartless or not, i am a woman of my word.
i decided on busan. i got a job at a general store out here. the cost of living is high, but still lower than seoul. we're living in a small house, shack-like in appearance, until i graduate and can get another job. jeongin hates it, but i could tell he was a bit consoled when i promised him it wasn't permanent.
i'll be attending a local high school on the outskirts, a less populated area. jeongin got into a better school than i did. he's always been a better student than me.
busan may not be seoul, but news travels just as fast out here. i felt eyes on me as soon as i stepped on campus. heard indecipherable whispers. i drift through my classes, paying little attention. i'll teach myself the subjects when i get home. such has always been my method, though i know i could be making better use of my time.
a group of three girls, all very pretty and very made up, stop me on the way to the lunch hall.
"hi! you're yubin, aren't you? the new girl?" one of them asks, too bright to be genuine. her black hair is cropped just below her jawline, and her lips are bright red and shine in the light. like cherries dipped in syrup.
noticing my blank expression, another, this one with hair bleached to a light blonde and styled in neat waves, laughs and chimes in. "you're the talk of the town. it's not every day these bottom feeders meet a kid from seoul."
"do you want to eat with us?" the last girl asks. there are purple contacts in her large eyes. her hair is a dark brown, and it's so long that it stops at her waist.
i glance to my left, then to my right. everyone is watching our exchange closely, as if there's much at stake. these girls are obviously in charge around here. and i've been around long enough to know how this works.
