Joo Minho is a young girl following her best friend from Daegu to the never sleeping city of Seoul. Follow her through her scholarship and her new encounters.
Minho's P.O.V. Urgh..the class was so long. I get that, in an enumeration, we have to put a coma after 'and' too. We don't have to pass a whole class on that! I still took all the notes the teacher told us to take, but I became so bored that I unknowingly started sketching.
"So bored you can't just stare in space like everyone else?" Namjoon asked looking at my notes."Who's he?"
I peered down to see what I did.
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I drew a guy from a movie I recently watched."Oh.. Uhm.. It's Park Seojoon from 'Perfect game'. I really liked that movie."
"I can see that. I heard he's gonna play in his first drama soon." He replied happy to have found a new subject of conversation.
"Yeah! He'll play in 'Dream high 2' next year." I fueled our exchange.
"Look. I don't mind if you whisper, but at least do it in English." M.Young asked like it wasn't directly a demand from us. "If you're bored, translate, discuss and analyze the poem at page 26."
We opened our books at the said page. "울었다, cried." I translated. "매운 고추 하나 먼다가 호되게 울었다, ate one red pepper and bawled my eyes out." I also could've said 'and I cried' because it was a synonym.
Namjoon's P.O.V. She spoke so well.. In English I mean. I mean.. In both languages, but she sounded great, she didn't have a strong accent like Yoongi did. It was a correct translation too. "What do you think it means?"
She layed her elbows on her desk, her head in her hands and smiled at me with her glasses pushed up against her round cheeks squished into her palms. She tilted her head and smiled. "I'd actually like to hear your thoughts first."
"Well I-" I started.
"In English of course." She asked.
Why did she have to say that? I laughed and sighed."Fine." I cleared my throat. "For now, it is pretty metaphorical, but literally the small pepper made the person cry because it's spicy. Then.. The next verse says..자나서 얕본 사랑 하나 입에 넣 다가 합청 울었다, because of one tiny harmless love I put in my mouth. I wept." I copied her last gesture, my glasses getting in my view. "What do you think this means all together?"
She laughed and read before speaking." A tiny harmless love..a red pepper. Red peppers are small like the love it describes. The pepper made the person cry. Just like that little love. So.. It's not because something is small and seems harmless that it won't hurt. That is what I think it means."
That poem was so deep for only three sentences. Why did he ask us to read this? Why not the ones we hadn't done before? Why am I fetching so far? He probably just said a random page.
Anyway, when the bell rang, we ran out of the class to get to Yoongi's class downstairs. He finished in gym. We waited for him at the door of the changing room.
Minho's P.O.V. I couldn't wait to be shown around! "Ya! Why is Yoon taking so long?!" I sighed leaning against the wall.
"What about me taking long?" I turned to see Yoon drying his sweaty hair with a towel.
"There you are! Come on, let's go!" I tugged on his shirt.
"Aish you kid! I was just changing." He sighed.
"Took too long for her taste." Joon laughed as we walked to our lockers to dress up.
As I was closing my locker, Yoon stopped me. What the hell did I do now?
"Scarf." He said pointing at my bare neck.
"You're kidding me?! It's not that cold." I argued.
"Wear your scarf. You catch colds easily." He replied getting my scarf.
"Not true." I sighed.
"It is." He wrapped the scarf around my neck."Now we can go." He smiled.
That guy seriously! In front of his roommate of all people.. Namjoon was giggling at himself. The horror..
"Let's just go now shall we?" Joon pushed the door open for us letting the cold air of winter enter the school walls.
With that we walked to a nice café called 'L'Air Du Temps'. As we entered the place, we were welcomed by the sweet scent of milk tea. The warm ambiance made the blood come back to my frozen cheeks. It had a vintage look with metal chairs and what seemed to be hand made wooden tables of high quality oak. The place was very charming. It became even better when the sweetness of cake made its way to my nostrils.
"Liking the place already?" Joon asked smiling.
"Close your mouth you idiot.." Yoon pushed on my chin closing my mouth.
I just grinned."Hell yeah I do! What can we get?"
"Anything really. My treat." Joon offered.
"No! No! I'm gonna pay my part back I swear." I promised as he went to order without us.
Yoon just laughed."He's like that, don't refuse a gift. He's very stubborn."
I knew he was laughing just to make it look good, but inside, he probably wondered how he'd hide the body.
When Namjoon came back, we sat at one of the nice tables of the place to enjoy our drinks. My first coffee shop in Hongdae. He placed what looked like a delightful piece of cake in front of each of us with our cups."I got you their 'specialitea'."He laughed for a second."Milk tea with a piece of steamed green tea cake."
It looked so delicious. The pearled tint of the tea mixed perfectly with the slightly shiny icing of the soft green cake.
Yoongi gave me a look I knew too well. I simply nodded before digging into my sweet dessert. It tasted even better than it looked!
"Seems you really like it huh?" Namjoon came to that conclusion surely by seeing my cheeks full of cake.
I simply nodded and continued."We gotta do this every now and then!"
"You just want free cake." Yoongi mumbled.
"Shut up!" I slapped his shoulder before going back to eating my piece of cake.
