stardust | park seonghwa - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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IT felt like falling and it was me falling.
Off the couch and on to the ground with a loud thud, of course.
That's how my Monday morning started, by the way. And when I look up, I see that Yeosang's feet are dangling over the edge of the couch - which I assume was where I was sleeping because of how close the distance was from where I fell.
This boy had the audacity to kick me in his sleep!? Yeouch, I feel hurt. Both physically and mentally.
But nevertheless, I pick myself up from the floor and start to get ready for the day.
When I step in front of the mirror, about to wash my face, I see a glint of something else in my eyes that I know wasn't there yesterday morning, or the morning before that, and maybe the morning before that as well. It's like a sparkle and it made my heart skip - since when was I like this?
And I stare at myself for even longer, looking back at the reflection who stares at me. Something indeed swirled in her irises, the longer gaze into them, the more I notice the colours. A soft turquoise, sometimes glinting green and a second later, they're purple, before they fade back into my old brown ones. Like an aurora.
With a small gasp, I quickly turn around to face away from the mirror and slide the left side of my collar down my arm. My eyes peer over my shoulder and that's when I see it in its colours more strikingly vibrant than what Yeosang had described to me earlier this morning. I find myself getting pulled, intrigued and becoming more attached into the symbol carved on my skin so I decide that even if I don't find who I share my star with, at least I know that I've seen them somewhere before.
And that I'm not alone.
Yeosang calls my name from outside, so I quickly pull my shirt back up and hurriedly wash my face and brush my teeth, making myself look a little more presentable in the eye of the public.
"Yes..!?" I call back, hopping out of the bathroom whilst trying my hair up into a ponytail.
"What food do you have?" Yeosang's voice echoes down the hall, telling me that he's probably in the kitchen.
I stride into the kitchen to find the boy scanning through my fridge with a thoughtful look. "I usually have a box of cereal down here..." I say and crouch down to open up a cabinet on the bottom of the kitchen counters, pulling out a box of cornflakes and Milo cereal. "... ta-dah!"
Yeosang blinks before taking the Milo box and helps himself to a generous helping of breakfast. Joining alongside him, I let out an exhausted sigh.
It's only Monday and yet I feel drained already and I shouldn't have negative thoughts so early in the week. That I know, but when you can already feel how exhausting the week ahead will be then, so long energy, I guess.
Furthermore, I can't stop thinking about my star partner - who are they? How old are they? Were they only here to visit the country or are they a resident? Are they nice? What job do they have - or do they not work at all?
There are almost 8 billion people on this planet, which means almost 4 billion stars out there had split their lights. With that many people on board this, I wish they had a GPS system to track down your celestial other.
"Hyeshin, you look ugly," Yeosang stops my train of thoughts, almost making me lose balance of my chin and I can't even imagine what I would do if my head falls down to the bottom of the cereal bowl.
"Yeosang, what the hell -!?"
The boy only gives me a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing, it's a new week and you would've just looked better with a smile, not a frown."
Rolling my eyes, I flick Yeosang's forehead with my fingers, resulting him to chorus in a painful whine. But he laughs anyway, and grins when he sees the small smile on my lips.
"Come on, let's hurry up and finish our breakfast," Yeosang says to me before continuing his meal, "you still need to grab your coffee before class, right?"
Not half an hour later, we are out my apartment, walking side by side in the fresh autumn morning sun. This time, we go to a different coffee shop, somewhere Yeosang liked. There's too many people at the usual roastery, he says, and it almost scared him away. My usual go-to, the all mighty cappuccino is now in my hands in a small cardboard cup and the two of us stroll along the footpath as Yeosang talks to me about how the wheels of his favourite pennyboard rolled away the previous morning.
When we get to campus ground, I can instantly feel the regret of myself leaving my bedroom earlier this morning. I shouldn't have gone to see Yeosang come in, moreover, Yeosang shouldn't even kick me off my own couch.
"Can I teleport back to my bed please?" I groan, leaning over dramatically on Yeosang who rolls his eyes and shoves me away.
"It's kind of your fault you decided to go to uni when you could be traveling the world instead," Yeosang tells me with a shrug, guiding me with his hands firm on my shoulders as we make our way through the halls to my morning class.
"Why did you come with me, then?" I ask him, "for all we know you could be in Santorini right now and I could come up with an excuse that a family member there was getting married?"
My best friend laughs sarcastically. "No one's getting married, Shin," he tells me when we get to the front of the lecture room, "and you, my friend, need to head inside!"
With one last huff, I leave a chuckling Yeosang in the halls and I march into the room before sitting myself down on my usual spot near the middle row.
Before he leaves, Yeosang pops his head in and waves to the back of the classroom and sticks his tongue out at me then leaves.
My head turns to see who he was waving at and I find myself being half surprised seeing Jung Wooyoung smiling to himself as he finishes the last fold of today's paper plane.
Not long afterwards, I feel something hit the side of my head and when I see what it is, a perfectly crafted paper plane floats down to the ground and before I could react, Wooyoung makes himself comfortable on the seat next to mine.
"I know we hardly talk but I heard you're a friend of Yeosang's," he tells me casually as if we've been the closest of friends since forever.
"Best friend," I correct him.
Wooyoung lets out a small laugh. "Sorry, my mistake," he says, "best friend."
"You can continue."
"San told me you guys met yesterday," he tells me, leaning back on the chair, ignoring the way people are looking at his way too relaxed manner. "At the roastery, was it? You were having a date with Seonghwa hyung."
Choking, I look at him with a look of disbelief. "Excuse me!?" I snap, "d-date, you say!? Where did you get that idea?"
"San, duh."
Sighing, I let my chin rest on top of my arm as we wait for the professor to come in. "I thought I already let him know that it wasn't one," I mumble out whilst playing with a random piece of rubber I found on the table.
"San tells me you were there since the early morning with Seonghwa hyung?"
Wooyoung was focused on his phone when I tilt my head back to see what he's doing. Automatically, I grab the phone out of his hands and find that San's name was written on top of the chatroom. Rolling my eyes, I slam the phone lightly on the table before eyeing Wooyoung sharply.
"Okay, let me get this straight," I tell him, "I admit, I was with Seonghwa since the early morning but so what? It was San's fault for leaving him alone for so long! So I wasn't on a date, San could only imagine something so big."
After taking one last inhale, I cross my arms before I too, lean back on my seat.
Anything to do with the cousins make my head want to explode right now. Their names set a trigger to my brain that makes me think about the mark on my the back of my shoulder blade, which makes me think of the two yet again and they all go round in a never ending circle. That thought leads me to subconsciously touch the mark lightly with the tip of my fingers and I let my head droop down.
Maybe Wooyoung's noticed my actions and makes a captivated look, tilting his head observantly. And he gasps.
"Did you get the mark?" he whisper-yells, eyes wide open.
"Does you touching your mark and the two of them have a connection with why you're being unlike yourself today?" he continues almost in one breath.
"What's it to you?" I hiss, quickly taking my hand away and focusing on the front of the room.
"Maybe I can help, you know?"
I don't say anything to him and block out his voice as the professor comes in with an annoyingly big grin on his face, announcing to the class that we will be having a pop quiz today.
But as class ends and I wake up from the small nap I took, I find a small piece of paper scrunched in my hand. Looking around to check if anyone's looking, I straighten it out from the balled condition it was in.
XXXX-XXX-XXX
Wooyoung.
Trying to contain an amused snort of laughter, I slip the piece of paper down the front pocket of my bag and stand up to leave the room.
Like he's gonna be of any help.
Off the couch and on to the ground with a loud thud, of course.
That's how my Monday morning started, by the way. And when I look up, I see that Yeosang's feet are dangling over the edge of the couch - which I assume was where I was sleeping because of how close the distance was from where I fell.
This boy had the audacity to kick me in his sleep!? Yeouch, I feel hurt. Both physically and mentally.
But nevertheless, I pick myself up from the floor and start to get ready for the day.
When I step in front of the mirror, about to wash my face, I see a glint of something else in my eyes that I know wasn't there yesterday morning, or the morning before that, and maybe the morning before that as well. It's like a sparkle and it made my heart skip - since when was I like this?
And I stare at myself for even longer, looking back at the reflection who stares at me. Something indeed swirled in her irises, the longer gaze into them, the more I notice the colours. A soft turquoise, sometimes glinting green and a second later, they're purple, before they fade back into my old brown ones. Like an aurora.
With a small gasp, I quickly turn around to face away from the mirror and slide the left side of my collar down my arm. My eyes peer over my shoulder and that's when I see it in its colours more strikingly vibrant than what Yeosang had described to me earlier this morning. I find myself getting pulled, intrigued and becoming more attached into the symbol carved on my skin so I decide that even if I don't find who I share my star with, at least I know that I've seen them somewhere before.
And that I'm not alone.
Yeosang calls my name from outside, so I quickly pull my shirt back up and hurriedly wash my face and brush my teeth, making myself look a little more presentable in the eye of the public.
"Yes..!?" I call back, hopping out of the bathroom whilst trying my hair up into a ponytail.
"What food do you have?" Yeosang's voice echoes down the hall, telling me that he's probably in the kitchen.
I stride into the kitchen to find the boy scanning through my fridge with a thoughtful look. "I usually have a box of cereal down here..." I say and crouch down to open up a cabinet on the bottom of the kitchen counters, pulling out a box of cornflakes and Milo cereal. "... ta-dah!"
Yeosang blinks before taking the Milo box and helps himself to a generous helping of breakfast. Joining alongside him, I let out an exhausted sigh.
It's only Monday and yet I feel drained already and I shouldn't have negative thoughts so early in the week. That I know, but when you can already feel how exhausting the week ahead will be then, so long energy, I guess.
Furthermore, I can't stop thinking about my star partner - who are they? How old are they? Were they only here to visit the country or are they a resident? Are they nice? What job do they have - or do they not work at all?
There are almost 8 billion people on this planet, which means almost 4 billion stars out there had split their lights. With that many people on board this, I wish they had a GPS system to track down your celestial other.
"Hyeshin, you look ugly," Yeosang stops my train of thoughts, almost making me lose balance of my chin and I can't even imagine what I would do if my head falls down to the bottom of the cereal bowl.
"Yeosang, what the hell -!?"
The boy only gives me a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing, it's a new week and you would've just looked better with a smile, not a frown."
Rolling my eyes, I flick Yeosang's forehead with my fingers, resulting him to chorus in a painful whine. But he laughs anyway, and grins when he sees the small smile on my lips.
"Come on, let's hurry up and finish our breakfast," Yeosang says to me before continuing his meal, "you still need to grab your coffee before class, right?"
Not half an hour later, we are out my apartment, walking side by side in the fresh autumn morning sun. This time, we go to a different coffee shop, somewhere Yeosang liked. There's too many people at the usual roastery, he says, and it almost scared him away. My usual go-to, the all mighty cappuccino is now in my hands in a small cardboard cup and the two of us stroll along the footpath as Yeosang talks to me about how the wheels of his favourite pennyboard rolled away the previous morning.
When we get to campus ground, I can instantly feel the regret of myself leaving my bedroom earlier this morning. I shouldn't have gone to see Yeosang come in, moreover, Yeosang shouldn't even kick me off my own couch.
"Can I teleport back to my bed please?" I groan, leaning over dramatically on Yeosang who rolls his eyes and shoves me away.
"It's kind of your fault you decided to go to uni when you could be traveling the world instead," Yeosang tells me with a shrug, guiding me with his hands firm on my shoulders as we make our way through the halls to my morning class.
"Why did you come with me, then?" I ask him, "for all we know you could be in Santorini right now and I could come up with an excuse that a family member there was getting married?"
My best friend laughs sarcastically. "No one's getting married, Shin," he tells me when we get to the front of the lecture room, "and you, my friend, need to head inside!"
With one last huff, I leave a chuckling Yeosang in the halls and I march into the room before sitting myself down on my usual spot near the middle row.
Before he leaves, Yeosang pops his head in and waves to the back of the classroom and sticks his tongue out at me then leaves.
My head turns to see who he was waving at and I find myself being half surprised seeing Jung Wooyoung smiling to himself as he finishes the last fold of today's paper plane.
Not long afterwards, I feel something hit the side of my head and when I see what it is, a perfectly crafted paper plane floats down to the ground and before I could react, Wooyoung makes himself comfortable on the seat next to mine.
"I know we hardly talk but I heard you're a friend of Yeosang's," he tells me casually as if we've been the closest of friends since forever.
"Best friend," I correct him.
Wooyoung lets out a small laugh. "Sorry, my mistake," he says, "best friend."
"You can continue."
"San told me you guys met yesterday," he tells me, leaning back on the chair, ignoring the way people are looking at his way too relaxed manner. "At the roastery, was it? You were having a date with Seonghwa hyung."
Choking, I look at him with a look of disbelief. "Excuse me!?" I snap, "d-date, you say!? Where did you get that idea?"
"San, duh."
Sighing, I let my chin rest on top of my arm as we wait for the professor to come in. "I thought I already let him know that it wasn't one," I mumble out whilst playing with a random piece of rubber I found on the table.
"San tells me you were there since the early morning with Seonghwa hyung?"
Wooyoung was focused on his phone when I tilt my head back to see what he's doing. Automatically, I grab the phone out of his hands and find that San's name was written on top of the chatroom. Rolling my eyes, I slam the phone lightly on the table before eyeing Wooyoung sharply.
"Okay, let me get this straight," I tell him, "I admit, I was with Seonghwa since the early morning but so what? It was San's fault for leaving him alone for so long! So I wasn't on a date, San could only imagine something so big."
After taking one last inhale, I cross my arms before I too, lean back on my seat.
Anything to do with the cousins make my head want to explode right now. Their names set a trigger to my brain that makes me think about the mark on my the back of my shoulder blade, which makes me think of the two yet again and they all go round in a never ending circle. That thought leads me to subconsciously touch the mark lightly with the tip of my fingers and I let my head droop down.
Maybe Wooyoung's noticed my actions and makes a captivated look, tilting his head observantly. And he gasps.
"Did you get the mark?" he whisper-yells, eyes wide open.
"Does you touching your mark and the two of them have a connection with why you're being unlike yourself today?" he continues almost in one breath.
"What's it to you?" I hiss, quickly taking my hand away and focusing on the front of the room.
"Maybe I can help, you know?"
I don't say anything to him and block out his voice as the professor comes in with an annoyingly big grin on his face, announcing to the class that we will be having a pop quiz today.
But as class ends and I wake up from the small nap I took, I find a small piece of paper scrunched in my hand. Looking around to check if anyone's looking, I straighten it out from the balled condition it was in.
XXXX-XXX-XXX
Wooyoung.
Trying to contain an amused snort of laughter, I slip the piece of paper down the front pocket of my bag and stand up to leave the room.
Like he's gonna be of any help.
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