Yerim was definitely a girl you'd expect to go out on a Saturday night, party with her friends and flirt around with boys. She was popular, beautiful, charismatic, and smart. The real deal.
"Yeah. I'm not really in the mood, unnie," she spoke into the phone, back against the mattress of her bed and eyes burning holes into the ceiling "Don't worry about it. Just tired from taekwondo practice."
The girl had been looking at the ceiling of her bedroom for hours, trying to find a source of motivation or simply do something. Even if that was get to the kitchen and grab a snack to eat. Anything. Yet Yerim couldn't bring herself to get up.
"I'm not sick, Haseul unnie!" she whined "You don't need to come check up on me. Go have fun!"
From the beggining of the day, Yerim wasn't feeling the greatest. No. She wasn't sick or anything. She had more of like a gut feeling, a knot in her stomach that wouldn't go away. Something like a stomach ache, it twisted her insides, but not exactly that. The girl couldn't exactly describe it.
She had felt like this once again in her life. Many years ago when she was still in highschool. Yerim doesn't like reminiscing those days (although it hasn't been that long since she graduated). She wasn't the best, she knew that. Yerim figured it was the people she hang out with that turned her into a mean girl, someone who liked all attention to be on her either good or bad. She didn't care much about school, classes, her future.
However, her girls were always there to knock some sense into her. First being Sooyoung. She forced her away from her new friend group in highschool and back to her old one, the one consisting of her eleven childhood friends. The ones she grew up with and spent the best and worst days of her life with. Yerim's friends were her family. The family that cared about her well being, not popularity and good grades.
Sighing, she let her phone rest on her stomach. Her eyes fluttered closed and she hummed, they had been stinging for the longest time and finally closing then was a relief.
"please.accept wants to send you an audio file."
Not for long. Her eyes widened.
Yerim heard the screen reader and pushed herself off the bed. Stepping on the piles of clothes on her floor, she reached the door and closed it. The girl would rarely lock the door, especially if her parents were home, but today was an exception. Yerim knew what this was about. Jinsoul and Jungeun had talked about it, it was the reason they took some time apart after all.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst person to have ever walked on this earth," the familiar voice boomed in the girl's room "Don't you?"
Don't we all?
"Like, that's why people keep fucking me over," Yerim had never heard Jiwoo swear in her life "Because I'm the worst and I deserve it."
Or because the rest are the worst, the girl thought. Herself included. She was aware of everything she put Jiwoo through and was ready to face the consequences, the guilt that will most likely drive her insane.
"I hope you get to feel this once in your life," Jiwoo breathed out "Fucking over people's life should result to pain. Especially when being their friend, their family."
She was right. Yerim wished she had the guts to scream it out loud, so loud it reached the sky and bounced on the clouds. So loud it swirled around the sun and all the planets, travel the whole universe until it reached Jiwoo.
"But, I'm not surprised at how you acted back then," she chuckled, scratching the back of her head "That's how people like you are raised. People with families who think they on top of everyone else, who teach their kids they should do everything to achieve their goals even if that's by breaking the rules of the game."
Being rich and from a successful family where the legacy of her name mattered more than her being, Yerim was used to her family preaching about fighting hard for keeping your image flawless. Anything that could get her to win, Yerim would do or else she was out of the house. She was disowned and pushed away, sent to live with her aunt who also failed to carry the weight of her title as a Choi.
Yerim would do everything to win. Even if that was betraying her friends. That's how her life worked.
"Welcome Choi Yerim," the girl shuddered "To the path of the truth."
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