Selfie King | h.hj

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Seoul Performance School of the Arts, or SOPA for short. Where many idols have trained and graduated from before debuting in some of the biggest groups known through out the country and also worldwide. If you want to be any body in the entertainment industry in South Korea you almost have to attend SOPA, its like a guaranteed in to success in your field.

Then there was me. Park Eunha. 2nd year Instrumental and Production student who didn't care about becoming an idol, I simply just wanted to make music. Music was something I was quite deprived of as a child seeing as my parents thought it would corrupt me. They were very into the whole "social media and TV fries your brain!" outlook.  I usually am in one of the many studios SOPA provides for their students, I obviously attend classes when necessary, but I prefer being alone. Someone knocked on the door to the studio I was currently, and usually, camped out in. 

"Hello?" I called out taking the head phones off my ear and sliding them down and around my neck. I got up and opened the door a creek to see who had interrupted me. It was none other than my childhood friend who had also decided to go to SOPA under the Vocals and Dance program. Kim Seungmin. I've known him ever since I could walk. Our parents work at a law firm together and are even friends. Seungmin is one of the only people who I actually talk to at this school. He's also around half the reason I applied to this school, so I wouldn't miss him or get jealous when he was talking about his amazing life, courses, and friends at SOPA. 

"Seungmin? Why are you here? Do you need something? I'm really busy with a n-"

"Calm down with the questions Eunha." He patted my head and opened the door wider before slithering his way in. He sat down at the chair in front of the computer where I had previously been seated. 

"Seungmin, don't you have class?" I question him. Seungmin isn't the type to skip class or even be out sick for a day. 

"Not at 4 o'clock." He says with a sly smile. 4 o'clock?! I missed all my classes... every single one of them.

"How come you didn't call me or text me and tell me what time it was!" I say with my voice slightly raised. I walk over to him and stare him straight in the eyes. 

"Eunha, don't tell me that if I had told you that you would've gone to class. We both know that you would just call me a goodie to shoes for telling you." He says with a sigh at the end of his sentence. I back away. He is right. I probably would've opted to stay in the studio any way. I sit on the floor in front of the chair that was previously mine. 

"Do you need a ride home? I could probably give you one if you need it." Seungmin tells me. I shake my head and smile.

"No thanks Minnie. I'll be here for a while longer working on this song. I can walk home it isn't a big deal." I say.

"Whatever you say. I'll talk to you later?" He asks me

"Of course you will." I say with a smile and scoot back so Seungmin can stand up. He walks over to the door and holds the handle. 

"You sure you don't want a-" 

"Yes Seungmin I'll be fine I promise." I stick my pinky out. He walks over to where I am and grabs my pinky in his and we join our thumbs over it to seal the promise. 

"Bye Eunha."

"See you later Min." I say and wave to him as he exits the room. I stand up and sit myself back in the chair in front of the computer. I crack my knuckles before I grab the mouse and place one hand on the keyboard and begin arranging the mixes and adding in a couple of last minute details. Last minute details for me can take hours, sometimes even days at a time.

After my 4th cup of coffee urging myself to stay awake at such an early hour someone else knocks on the door. Before I have time to get up and open the door someone barges in and rushes over to me. They push my shoulders back in the chair and tower over me. 

"Do you have a phone charger?" 

A what?

I shake at the voice that has just asked me for a phone charger of all things...? Not money? Someones location? Drugs? But a phone charger?

"Do you?" He shakes my shoulders. I finally look at him, I'd recognize that damn face anywhere. Its all over social media, damn even the school. 

Hwang Hyunjin. 3rd year Dance and Vocal Program, AKA the complete opposite of me. He was known around the school for posting around 3-4 selfies a day about what he was doing, where he was doing, who he was with, what he was going to be doing, the list goes on. I personally didn't care much about what this arrogant guy posted on social media, but a lot of people did. He was infamous for always posting never missing a day even if he was sick or out of the country, he always found a way to spread and share his selfies with the entire world. 

"Uh, no I don't, you have a different phone than I do." I say as I look at the phone in my hand. It wasn't a different version, but I couldn't lose that phone charger and guys like Hwang Hyunjin will never give anything back, not even a dumb little phone charger.

"Damnit!" He says under his breath before he lifts him self away from me and walks out the door, slamming it on his way out. I jump at the noise it makes.

Guess someone is crabby that he didn't get to post his selfie today.