WHEEIN tugged her sweater closer to her body. today was a chilly day. she walked out of her house, her hands shoved inside the pockets of her sweater (the girl accidentally left her car by a nearby convenience store. she was drunk and her friend had to pick her up. yes wheein has a friend).
wheein thought about getting contacts, but the thought of putting something up her eye disgusted her.
she quickly moved her glasses on her nose. "im definitely ordering contacts," wheein mumbled to herself (she's told herself to buy contacts dozens of times, she's just never went through with the plan).
"jung wheein!" a familiar voice called out to her. wheein looked to the voice. god—get me out of here wheein thought as her eyes met with yongsuns. "come over here!" wheein couldn't face yongsun again. she shook her head.
(im not gonna repeat all of that :))
wheein's heart was running hundreds of miles. what was that girl doing to her. her face felt warm and she no longer felt the cold biting at her skin. she looked at the dreadful house. sometimes wheein wishes that she never met yongsun, but without yongsun—no she won't think about her. the inner turmoil made her heart sink.
wheein shook her head.
yeah, her relationship with others isn't the best (because wheein's too socially awkward to make a conversation) but why hyejin of all people. why did she not show her hwasa?
her phone rung. "wheein come home, i made some food," she drooled at the thought of her grandma's food. "okay. i'll be home in a few," "alright," her grandmother's weak voice came over the phone.
here's the thing—her father left her at a young age, which to this day wheein doesn't know why. wheein's mother sends her grandmother money to take care of her, but she can't take a hour or two to visit her only daughter.
wheein always feels alone.
the only person she has in this dreadful world was her grandmother. and yongsun. wheein wanted nothing more to run straight up to yongsun and get what they had back in ninth grade. but, yongsun wouldn't want her back.
"wheein i—" the boy's arm around yongsun's waist fell. "no don't tell me," wheein dryly chuckled. "you were gonna sleep with him if i didn't walk in on you, weren't you?" wheein crossed her arms.
"of course not! i just—," "i'm leaving," wheein ran out of the hallway. she shouldn't have tried to be with yongsun.
the girl felt water prick at her eyes. not again. wheein thought she was over this, accepted the fact she wasn't enough for yongsun. the girl sighed as she saw the small convenience store that always reminded her of home.
she remembered when she brought up the idea of moving away to her grandmother. she couldn't handle the fact she was only a street away from the person she thought loved her.
at the time, it felt like the world was crumbling around her, like there was no one to come and save her from this mess.
god—wheein couldn't even look her in the eye, couldn't even speak her name without having all the feelings well inside of her.
but, when she saw yongsun at lunch she felt like the girl could read all her thought. every single one.
wheein poked the girl's back, not knowing the girl she loved was right in front of her. "hwasa. we are tutoring later, yes?" wheein caught yongsun's eyes. the anger built up inside of her. hyejin didn't notice. "i'm busy during my free period. would you rather now or tomo—" wheein wanted to scream. "we can do it now," all she could do was nod and wait.
