Ryujin, Yuna and I: A high-school story

Chapter 9 ("As long as we're together, everything will be okay...")

Chapter 9

I took a closer look. Yeah, two blue ticks. I waited for a response but it never came. After 5 minutes of staring dumbly at a screen waiting for a reply that was never going to come, I kept my phone back in my pocket.

On the journey home, I kept on checking my phone again and again, hoping that Yuna would have responded. Still those same two blue ticks. I couldn't help but sigh and wonder if what I did was the right choice. Perhaps she just wanted to be left alone? Or perhaps she was too busy to reply to my message? I really wished that she could give me a chance to explain. This "cold war" between us, it was really hard to take it as we had so many good memories together. I really wanted to make it all up to her and apologise for everything I did.

But now she was with another guy, and she wouldn't respond to my messages.

When I reached home, I showered and sat down at the table, intending to do some work. After perhaps 15 or 20 minutes, I kept my workbook and my stationery, I was in no mood to do any work today. I fished out my laptop, hoping that playing some games will make me feel better. Fifteen minutes later, I put my computer to one side and just lay down in the bed, staring at the ceiling lights, lost in my own world of thoughts.

I woke up. Taking a look at the clock, it was half past eight. I took a can of beer and headed up to the rooftop of our dorm. Truth be told, I wasn't even of legal age to consume beer yet (I was only sixteen), but it was a small secret I kept to myself, that when I was moody or sad, I would grab a can of beer from the fridge and head to the rooftop. I looked at the night sky, full of small stars twinkling, and drowned all my worries and sorrow in alcohol. I chugged the beer down, trying hard not to cry. I regretted showing up at the party that night, I regretted making empty promises to Yuna, I regretted hurting such a sweet innocent girl.

I finished the can of beer. Crushing it, I threw it in the trash can along my way down, hoping that my worries would be thrown away with it. I was feeling a little better now, after the beer.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out and took a look. It was Mark Kim. Why would he call at this time? I picked up.

"Um, hey this is Kyungsoo, right?"

I replied, "Yeah, what's up?"

"I need your help." His voice sounded nervous and his breathing was heavy. Did he just run away from someone?

He continued, "That bully I stood up to just now, he brought a girl to a nightclub with the rest of his friends. I was walking by when I saw them, I tried to stop them but there were too many people. I need your help. I'll send you the address. Just please come and help, I'm really worried for the girl..." The line went dead.

A girl with Haechan? Oh no, could it be Yuna? I had a really bad feeling about this. Oh god, I felt like puking up the beer. I paced up and down the room, waiting for Mark to send the address.

1091, 서울, 영등포구, 영등포본동, 644-9 (644-9, Yeongdeungpobon-dong, Yeongdeungpo-gu, Seoul, this is a fake address btw, don't kill me for it)

I ran down the steps of my dorm and hopped onto my motorcycle. I called Mark and put him on speaker.

"Look, I need you to give me details of the place and the girl, so we know who to rescue. I need you to keep me updated on what's going, okay? Don't hang up."

Mark gave a description of the girl-- blonde-ish, brown-ish hair, around 170cm... oh no, it really seemed like Yuna.

I reached the address and I saw Mark pacing up and down the nightclub. The bouncer looked at us menacingly, demanding our ID.