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vii. desperate measures for desperate times
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CHAPTER SEVEN ─ desperate measures for desperate times.
❛ to live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you'd call. ❜
Narrator's Perspective
"I can't believe you left without me this morning," Eunyoung grumbled to Yumi in the cafeteria. When she tried to ask her about it during class, the teacher quickly told her off and she kept her mouth shut for the remaining time.
"Mom told me not to wake you," Yumi explained herself, not batting an eyelid at Eunyoung's accusation, "She saw you asleep on your desk at three in the morning and told me to let you skip school today. You should have gone back to sleep."
"Oh," Eunyoung spoke, her voice became softer as her irritation faded away, "That's so sweet of you two... Thanks."
Yumi gave her a reassuring smile and shrugged, "Don't mention it."
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"Hey! Sunjae!" Inhyuk called out to Sunjae in the cafeteria, motioning him to come and sit beside him. Sunjae waved at him, making his way to where Inhyuk sat.
"I didn't see you this morning," Sunjae informed his friend as he took a seat beside him.
"Of course, you didn't," Inhyuk said with a sly smirk, "You were too busy chatting with that pretty girl."
"Don't be ridiculous," Sunjae warned, turning away to hide his flushed face.
"It's alright, I get it," Inhyuk assured him, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder, "What's her name? How do you know her? I've never actually seen you talk to a girl before."
"She interviewed the swim team yesterday," he told him, choosing to ignore his last comment, "I found out she lives above my dad's restaurant."
"Ooh~ so, you guys went home together too?" he cooed.
"There's no need to overreact, it was just a coincidence," Sunjae retorted, feeling heat rush up to his cheeks.
"She's totally my type," Inhyuk told him, "Could you introduce her to me?"
"What?!" his face twisted into a frown, "I can't do that!"
"Why not?!"
"We're not that close yet," he gave a sloppy excuse, "Besides, she's on the school paper, she must be busy. I don't have time to set you up with her, I have my tournament coming up."
"Fine," Inhyuk sulked, "I'll talk to her myself... unless you like her?" He smirked at Sunjae, but at seeing his pink cheeks, his teasing expression twisted into surprise.
"You do!" he exclaimed, his voice full of excitement, "You do like her!"
"Shut up and eat your food!"
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"See you at home, then," Eunyoung waved Yumi goodbye as they split up after the end of the school day.
"Bye!"
Eunyoung made her way to the bus stop, dragging her feet along, sighing as she took a seat on one of the benches.
"Tired?" asked a voice next to her. Startled, she turned to look at the person, smiling on seeing a familiar face, "Oh, it's you."
"Why're you sighing like that?" he questioned her.
"I am kind of tired, now that you mention it," she realized. As if to affirm her suspicion, a yawn escaped her mouth.
"Rough day?"
"No, I didn't sleep much," she told him, "I started working on the interview article and kind of got carried away. That's why I was late this morning. My mom wanted me to sleep in, but a crashing sound woke me up."
Sunjae's lips stretched into a sheepish grin, recalling the incidents of that morning. A parcel had arrived for his dad, which he noticed and decided to bring inside. While attempting to carry them inside, he tripped over his shoelaces and dropped all the boxes, making an obnoxious sound as stainless steel utensils fell out onto the street.
"I'm afraid it was me," Sunjae confessed, "Sorry, I dropped some stuff."
"Oh, don't mind it. I hate skipping school, no matter what the reason is," Eunyoung shrugged it off, "I like the perfect attendance certificate. It's not like you did it on purpose, anyway."
"It was kind of stupid if you ask me," he muttered, "I just tripped and everything fell from my hands."
"Whatever you dropped must have been pretty heavy to make that sound," she observed, "Should you be putting that kind of strain on your shoulder? Does it hurt?"
"Not really," Sunjae's words only rang half true. He could feel a strain on his left shoulder now and then, however, he chose to ignore the fleeting pain, as it would soon subside.
"Maybe you should take it easy," Eunyoung advised gently.
"Maybe," Sunjae's stubbornness rang in Eunyoung's ears as she sulked at his determination to prove he was okay.
"When you're in pain, sometimes admitting that it hurts is harder than enduring the pain in silence," said Eunyoung, looking into his eyes sincerely, "But you feel better after accepting it like a weight's been lifted off your back."
"Why do you worry about me so much?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.
"It's because this tournament will be your last!" she blurted out, time stopping around her. As things returned to normal when she went quiet, she looked into Sunjae's eyes, which were full of anticipation.
"I have a gut feeling," she said calmly.
Please hear me out, thought Eunyoung, praying that her words impacted Sunjae enough to change his fate.
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Yumi stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive. Her eyes darted impatiently from one end of the street to another, wondering when her ride was going to show up. Each passing minute felt like an hour. Her foot tapped on the pavement reflecting her urgency as she glanced anxiously at her watch every few seconds. It was already half an hour past five, and the bus usually arrived at fifteen minutes past five.
Suddenly, she realised what day it was. It was the day all bus drivers went on strike after four p.m. for god knows what reason. A groan of annoyance escaped her mouth, "How am I supposed to go home now?!"
As if as an answer to her prayers, a red motorcycle screeched to a halt right in front of her. The bike shone in the afternoon sun, and on it sat a boy in a red biker jacket that matched his motorcycle. Taking off his helmet, he revealed his face.
It was Kim Taesung.
Seeing his messy hair and usual cat-like demeanour caught Yumi off guard as she stumbled a few steps back. Taesung shook his head, fixing a few strands of hair that had gotten stuck in his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to look at her annoyed face, which had turned into one of surprise upon seeing him.
"Bus drivers are on strike from four today," Yumi complained, pulling herself together. She asked herself why she always became so shaken up when she saw him. Her mind couldn't answer her question.
Taesung went silent for a few moments, then said, "Get on."
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nayoung's notes: inhyuk being sunjae's wingman as always. taesung showed up at such a convenient time hehe. hope you liked this chapter!
delphi's notes: the last scene gave me a heart attack ngl. stay tuned ^_~
next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapters here!
happy late birthday to our wonyoungie! i wasn't active on the 31st, but i still want to say that she inspired me on so many levels. wonyoung motivated me to make a beautiful life for myself, to focus on myself, i began my journey of loving myself thanks to her. i will always be grateful to wonyoung. i will never forget the joy i get from watching her videos. we might be far in distance but you are so close to my heart.
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