Withered - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I wake up to the sound of beeping and murmuring. The first thing I see is Sana unnie smiling at me and she tells everyone I've woke up. I must be in the hospital after I roam my eyes and sees only a white painted wall, also the stingy sensation on my wrist dues to the IV needle. My family and Chaeyoung's then come to me and ask how I'm doing.I ask for a glass of water which my mom hurriedly pours for me, while Sana-unnie holds my arms and supports me to sits properly.
I look beside me and there's the Bean, half covered by the curtain but I know it's him, still sleeping soundly on the other bed with bandages on. I gulp the warm water, keeping my dry throat moist. After the last drop falls into my mouth, I abruptly drop my head down and sigh. Not realizing, I'm on the verge of crying again. Chaengie wouldn't be hurt if I just not being stubborn. This is all my fault.
"Mom, what happened?" I ask my mom who's sitting on the side of the bed, holding my hand. She seems to notice the guiltiness radiating from me.
"Oh dear, we're so worried that you and Chae went missing. We searched in your school, playground, mall and lastly the park. We should have known that you were there"
"We looked for you for some time until Chaeyoungie appeared, pouring with sweat while carrying you on his back. He passed out with you before we help him. We take you, kids to the hospital for further check-up. Don't ever do that again Mina, you don't know how worried I am" Mom explains with a slightly mad tone.
"I'm sorry mom" That's all I could say. I try to remember what had happened, but I can't. I'm just grateful to Chaengie and promise myself to treat him later.
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|Flashbacks|
Chaeyoung caught Mina before her body completely met the ground. Panic, he tried to wake Mina by gently shook her arms. The thought of something bad happened to her start to monopoly his mind, did her internal organs or something had injured? That was hardly can be seen through normal vision. Or it might be a high fever? Mina was sweating a lot. He thought. Chaeyoung quickly placed the back of his palm against Mina's forehead, eyes widen when his hands automatically retracted. Impulsive act towards Mina's burning skin. It only added the concern he had for her as he tried to wake her up again, this time shaking her a bit rough. Mina didn't answer him. It was night and Mina need help. He hurriedly supported her to sit and put her on his back.
He pushed himself to stand up and carried her while calling for her name. Still, Mina didn't respond, and he became anxious and concerned until he cried. Sweat trickled down his temple accompanied by his tears. The air was heavy and thick, he could hear movement in the dry leaves, the wind whistling through the branches. He paid no attention to it, to whatever creature or predator out there watching its prey or to how the sounds of the wind howling threatening whisper seemingly inviting them to enter a cemetery. He didn't care any of those. His brain only registering one thing, to bring Mina to safety. He walked through the uneven path, sobbing as the penguin hadn't shown a single movement.
"Mina please wake up," He said between his ragged breath. He sniffed due to the fit of crying and the cold as the tip of his nose reddened. It was there, the ringing screams vibrating in his ears, and the thumping of his heart against his chest. He felt himself suffocating yet he mustn't stop running. His legs weakened as time passed, after all, he was smaller in size compared to Mina. Once in while, his legs would just lost it and he'd ended up kneeling on the rough surface. Ignoring the numbness, he would put Mina down and wiped his tears using his freed hands. He needed to see clearly without the glassy water, covering his eyesight. Then, he would carry Mina again, tightening his grip while he swayed down the path. It repeated until his knees were bleeding caused by the sharp gravel.
As soon as he saw Mina's mom, he fastened his pace. Relief washed over him.
"Mother!"
Mrs. Myoui raised her head in surprise and turned on every corner, looking for the voice's owner. She knows exactly who is it belonged to. Not only her, Mr. Myoui and Mr. Son were also in the search group along with other men. She guided her flashlight towards the direction where she heard another scream, then there appeared from the shadow is Chaeyoung carrying her little girl.
"Oh God! Chaeyoungie" She runs to them and kneels before the boy. Quickly examining him and Mina.
"Please help Mina. Please-" As if his bones have no more strength and his muscles are all out of power, his sentence was simply cut as he too passed out afterward.
|End of Flashbacks|
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I'm sitting on the bleachers at the basketball field here in my primary school. It's break time and I've planned to eat with Chaengie but he is nowhere to be seen. I look for him everywhere then decides to just buy food for us first. When I arrive at the canteen, there's only one bun left. Well, I've eaten breakfast, I'll buy this for Chaengie. The food is still untouched as I watch him playing basketball with some boys and decides to wait for the game to end. I planned to read my book but I can't help but disregard it for a while. Chaengie looks so small compared to the boys as he tries to catch the ball. He is easily being shoved away, stumbling then falling. I narrowed my eyes, reading the situation. They are not playing, they are basically aiming Changie. Some unnecessary forces and fool mistakes just to hurt the Bean. This is all just an act.
"Shortie! Don't play with us. You only make us lose"
I heard that. Insulting my Bean brother is a big No to me. I close my book, grips it tightly and walk towards. The boys are surrounding Changie who's lost in the crowd as all the boys towered him. I push myself inside the crowd and to the center, grabs Chaengie's small hand and hides him behind me, while my right hand is occupied by my thick hardcover book. I raise my chin to face the boy in front of me, a big and tall kid for his age. I know this boy, he's quite popular among my friends for his athletic ability. They said he was hot because of his cockiness, I take that as rubbish.
"What did you say?" I ask using a flat tone, not backing away from his threatening stares. I know, I against all the boys here is completely nuts, but if you're able to bring down the king, or I would rather call it as a vile unworthy king then the weakling army will shut up. And I have something in mind. The boy chuckles and lowered himself, getting closer. I bring my right hand to the back, building the energy and to help increase the speed and power.
"I said this kid is a shor---"
I give no time for him to finish his sentence. I swing my arms straight forward, landing a powerful smack on his cheeks or rather be his head, with my book. I'm glad I was reading Goblet Of Fire, the thickest book in the Harry Potter series. How I wish this book is a portkey so I can transport to my house and take dad's katana then return. Of course, I'm just exaggerating. Now I feel bad for my book, I hope it will be fine. Or should I buy a new one later? My thoughts vanish when I'm awaken by groaning and murmuring voices around me. I look down at the boy who's cupping his face, lying on the ground while cursing at me. Oh, I forgot I just hit this kid. Maybe he needs another one on his dirty mouth.
"You're welcome if you want another. We've got all day." I spit out, staring at him boringly. I'm in trouble, big trouble, I know and inside I'm also afraid and nervous. I rarely involved in a fight but like I said no one can touch my Bean and my patience has a limit. I get it that violence is still wrong but they started it by acting like they were playing when they were instead pushing, tripping, and punching Chaengie with their elbow pretending it to be a mistake. Well, my principle is, eye for an eye. I sigh and turn to the other boys who are watching us as they take a step away from me "Y'all can have a taste too. I have a lot of books" It needs only one person to starts running away and escape. Soon the other follows, now the army is done.
"Y-You lucky you're a girl," The vile king said before he too runs away. I sigh in relief. If I'm, to be honest, I was afraid if all of them jumped on me and Changie. We cannot win the majority but it looks like my plan had worked. I wanted to celebrate my little achievement and victory, this is my first time though, fighting and hitting someone. What an experience. I turn around, expecting Chaengie's dimpled smile but instead I'm met by a glare, disappointed yet mad look from him. I don't understand. He moves down his dark gaze towards my hand that's still tightly gripping his wrist. I let go of his hand and apologizes when I see the red mark formed on his wrist. And just like that, he walks away, leaving me behind.
I catch him and walks beside him. He still has that angry expression plastered on his face as it turns red or is he embarrassed? I ask myself. But judging by him, fully ignoring me, I guess he's mad. "Chaengie" I call him softly while nudges the side of his stomach. He abruptly stops walking and lifts his head to level my eyes, staring intensely at me. Yup, he's mad.
"Stop doing that. I can handle it on my own" He breathes out.
"I'm just trying to help," I say, defending myself. Feels like I want to cry anytime soon. Why is he so mean? It's not easy all right, I'm not a loud and powerful kid and especially I'm a girl. But I stood up for him against all the boys though inside I'm freaking out. Can't he just appreciate my effort? What did I do wrong?
"Did you know why I'm even there in the first place" He raises a brow, waiting for my answer. Of course, I didn't know why there are playing basketball when obviously Chaengie is in disadvantages and I bet he knows it too. "They mocked me, said I'm a crybaby, losers and weak because I always hide behind you when actually I'm not. And great, you just proved them right. I don't need your help nor your protection" He gives me an insincere smile then walks away. I am left bewildered. Is that how he really thinks of me? I just want to protect him or is it too much? I dragged this to him. I should've considered his feelings. I guess he played the game to prove himself, to show them he's capable of standing on his own. And I just ruin it.
I look towards Changie's direction and again chase after him. This time not walking by his side but silently follow his step from behind, hanging my head because of guiltiness. I wanted to say sorry but I'm afraid. I always observe my surrounding, I read people like how I read books. That's why I know how to respond to people's behavior and how to deal with people easily. But Chaengie is one of those minority whom I can't understand. He is unpredictable. Fact, logic, psychology had no effect on him. Because of that, I'm always unsure and doubting myself around him. I don't know what's the right thing to do, to say to him. And I don't know how he will react. It scares me.
"I need to be strong. I'm the one who should protect you not the otherwise"
I heard his mumble. I raise my head and instantly smile. Of course. That's what it is all about. I peek from behind, bringing my hands to the back and tiptoed nearing him. "I would love that," I say and move to his side now. He shows no reaction and just continues walking towards the basketball hoop. "Are you still mad at me?" I ask as he crouches down to picks up a ball, not even sparing me a glance.
He sighs and turns to me "I see you bring something. Is it food? Cuz I'm hungry" He gives me a small smile. Twilight, I'm right. Not as dark as Tzuyu not as bright as Hyun. I know even if he's angry with me, it won't last long though his treatment will taste different then the usual. Not completely ignoring you, not completely forgiven you. It will take him some time. For me that itself is enough, as long as he still beside me and be my friend, then I'm content.
I smile and nod before jogging to take the plastic bag containing bun bread and strawberry milk. He slowly follows me while bouching the ball with one hand. We end up sitting on the bleachers, him beside me. I give the bread and the milk to him. He happily takes it and thanks me, though it doesn't linger long. He frows and looks up to me "Where's yours? Are you not eating?"
"I'm full," I say trying to assure him but my tummy betrayed me. The rumbling sounds break the air. I close my eyes in annoyance. This is embarrassing. I bite my lips and looks away, I hope he doesn't hear that. It's silent for some time. I think I'm fine. I clear my throat then face him, stealing a glance. When my eyes met his, he smiles widely showing his deep dimple. That's when I'm certain. He heard it. Stupid Myoui, stupid tummy. I want to pull my hair so bad. "Pretend you didn't hear that" I mumble.
"What? I didn't hear anything" He smiles then breaks the bun into two pieces. "Actually, I'm not that hungry. Quite full. So let's share." He says, handing me a piece. I know what he is doing. Saving me from embarrassment and I'm thankful for it. We eat the bun in silence. There's only two of us here and some boys can be seen far away in the football filed. "I might be tiny, but I can shoot. Want me to teach you?" He asks as we tidy up. I hum first and think, not realizing I'm already being drag by Changie back to the basketball court.
I finally nod in defeat and takes the ball he offered. We stand before the free throw lines as he moves behind me. "Start with bend your knees," He says as I follow his instruction. I catch his smile when he sees my hand that's awkwardly holding the ball. He takes my hands and adjusts it to the correct positions. "Balance yourself" He hooks his legs on my foot and slightly widens my feet but still narrower than shoulder-width apart. "Dominant foot in front" He pushes my right foot from behind a bit further forward. "Knows your shot pockets" He placed his hand above mine, bringing the ball lower to my stomach area. I puff my cheeks, somehow this is nerve-wracking. I glance to my shoulder where he places his chin. He looks so serious in this. "Eyes on the target" He scolds as he catches me staring. I quickly avert my attention back to the hoop.
"Then, shoot"
I breathe out, eyes fixed on the rim. I jump, higher than it should be while leaning forward, something Chaengie told me not to do, but it's in my natural movement. I could feel a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders but ignores it as I push the ball upward with my shooting hand aimed at the basket. I think I succeed. My feet met the ground after my high jump, exhaling as I watch the ball making a half loop towards the net. Flying like a wingless golden snitch proudly cut through the air. All attention is focused on the graceful ball bathing in the soft glow of the sun's last rays before it settles down the horizon.
Closer and closer to the front rim. And......
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Clang!
It hits the backboard, bounces back to the side rim then rolling at the edge before finally gives up the hole and into the net. A smile eternally stained upon my lips, no not just a smile, but a huge grin curve on my face. Couldn't contain the intense happiness that seeps into me, I squeal rather loudly making a weird whistling sound. "I did it!! Chaengie did you see that!! I finally did it!!" I jump excitedly while shaking Chaengie's arms. He peeks from behind and smiles, ruffling my hair. He rests his arm on top of my head. I groan and look up to him.
"Yeah, you did. After years" He mocks, grinning at me. I press my lips shut. He's right anyway. The first time he taught me how to shoot was when we were still in primary, the ball hit the rim and bounce back at me, hitting my head. As far as I remembered, my nose bleeds that day. Since then, I forced Chaengie to come to the court every single day and watch me shoot. I'm very competitive, thus I never give up, it's frustrated me that I can't get the ball go into the net. I feel like the backboard is laughing at me whenever I failed.
"Now, who's shortie huh?" He smirks. His hair now is auburn mullet haircut with a curvy and long bang but well-trimmed. The thin voice he had when he was young now replaced by a deep and husky voice. And I like it--Wait what? NO, I HATE IT. I HATE HIM. To death.
Honestly, I have no idea. how come he change drastically in only a few years. We're in our high school now, not the young, innocent and small us but a more mature and grown-up of a version. He's very intelligent, although I've never seen him studying always with his painting, he can skip two years and able to be in the same class as me. That's too is weird, I know he likes art but instead he chooses to be in the science stream. He said he wants to be a doctor the same as me, reason? To be surrounded by beautiful nurses. I'm disgusted. I choose science because I'm interested in medical studies. I love the idea of helping others in a significant way, having the opportunity to restore people's lives to normalcy and even save some from death itself. Isn't it rewarding?
For this guy, I'm totally against him to be a physician. I would have approved it if it's the Chaengie that I know back then, the Chaengie that wanted to protect me, the one who's dependable, the quite and cool-headed. Chaengie that I know is always a timid, shy boy but when time passes he slowly change and become that one friend who annoys you every single day. He goofing around a lot and finds every opportunity to tease or embarrassed me in class and in front of my family. The irritating Cub----I have no right to addresses him Bean now as he grows a lot taller than me and I hate it so bad----claims himself to be my 'black night' by reporting me to my mom for anything I've done, mostly the bad ones and the embarrassing ones.
For example, as the head prefect, I'm mostly responsible for morning assembly in the main hall. I stayed in the stage, instructing my fellow prefects and helping the emcee in her speech. Although I didn't have a loud voice and perfect leadership traits but somehow my integrity and intimidating nature self causing me to be picked. While we were busy preparing, the students were lining up according to their class and wait for the teachers to arrive. From my view, I can detect Chaengie laughing and snatched his friend's phone before running away, barging through the sea of pupils that were already obediently arranged in a line. Growls and complain can be heard coming from the other classes as he recklessly shoved them away to escape from his friends. I can see everything up here. That behavior was unacceptable. I hastily grabbed the microphone from the podium.
"Son Chaeyoung!! You better stop ru----*squeak*"
I stopped talking so did everyone. As if in slow-motion, all eyes were on me, every movement was put on a halt. 'Did my voice just creaked?' I just shouted without any preparation. Too much for my soft voice to handle. Chaengie was the first person to burst, slapping his hand up and down almost involuntarily and could barely breathe for laughing then the hall exploded in laughter, echoing through the hall. I planted my gaze low and stepped down from the podium, wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. I could hear the infectious giggle coming from my subordinates but it stopped once I shoot them a death glare. I couldn't believe it happened, and in front of everybody too, approximately thousands of students. I stood soaking in the cruel laughter.
Of course, Chaengie didn't let the incident slide away without my family knowing. That day, I received another humiliation from my sisters. I know they were making fun of me and it's was just a mere joke but I did feel quite upset. For some odd reason, Chaengie was extremely happy the next morning. He bought me lots of penguin plushies, brought me to the arcade, bought me ice cream, and gifted me with a new pair of pointe shoes. Well, it did lift my mood. But it only lasts a day, the next time I saw him, he turned to that annoying brat again. If there's something that never changes in him is, he's unpredictable. I still don't understand him sometimes.
Growing up with him, I slowly got used to him toying me. I mean, it happens every single day. It's even weirder if he ever let me go and spare me his not-so-funny jokes and stop poking fun of me. I'll think he is sick or something. The teasing and mocking will go on and on without stopping.
If I eat too much; "You'll look like a pig"
If I'm dieting; "Hahaha living skeleton"
If I'm happy; "Stop smiling, you creep me out. Did you hit your head somewhere?"
If I'm crying instead of comforting me; "You should see your face! It's so funny! You look like a clown penguin drowning in the sea, hahaha Look!" That's what he said holding a mirror in front of my face. There's the blossoming red upon my cheeks while the tip of my nose flushed the color of watermelon popsicle. My mascara running down the corner of my eyes as it blends with tears and my lips would purse forward in a visible pout. I do look silly, extremely silly to cry over the news that my favorite ketchup is out of stock at the moment. I sniffle and breaks into small laughter after seeing my own reflection. I'm a mess there and I do look like a clown penguin.
"Chaengie! look at this! When I get married--" I babble in excitement. I put the pillow that I was hugging and scoots closer to the edge of the bed, showing him a picture of a wedding dress as he lounge in my armchair.
"No one will marry you" He interjects nonchalantly while scrolling down his Instagram feeds.
"Erggh" He always does this. When he himself never in relationships before, hump! I stick my tongue out and back to my position; sitting crossed legs in my bed while hugging my cute fluffy plushie.
"Except....." He adds, putting his phone down and turns to me.
I look at him signaling him to continue.
"A seal! Hah! a seal and a penguin match made in heaven" He laugh, harshly throw his phone in the desk in front as his hands wrap around his stomach. Fat tears roll down his newly pinked cheeks and it would be several minutes before it subsided.
I glare at him and randomly shouts, "Reduc---"
"Avada Kedavra!" he fastly cut in, pointing his index finger at me. I froze before clenching my fist, throwing him my penguin of Madagascar cushion that he easily dodges as it passes the side of his head. "You're dead" He smirks, still giggling while crossing his arms.
"You cannot do that" I whine, every Potterhead including me knows, it's the unforgivable curse, a spell that sent you directly to Azkaban, the horrendous place where many death eaters were imprisoned. Guided by the hideous and horrific dementors. No one could imagine living even a single day in there let alone years."It's a foul!" I protest.
Chaengie keeps the sly smirk and shrugs "As long as the enemies are dead, I'm happy"
I scoff in disbelief "Mean bastard" I throw him my big penguin plushie that I'm hugging, which this time landed perfectly on his face. The impact causes him and the armchair to toppled back and I laugh automatically, seeing the view in front of me unfold. The loud thud of his back hitting the wooden plank of my bedroom floor earn us a yelling coming from downstairs. It's my mom, asking what's happening. I shout back, saying everything is alright and it's only Chaengie being his stupid self.
With that being said, he groans and starts to chase me with that big penguin plushie, seeking for revenge. I hurriedly snatch my white wintery bolster, relief that I'm now fully armed then run around the room. Of course, in no time he catches me from behind and lifts me while I squeal and laugh, trying to escape his strong arms that wrap my waist. I kick my legs in the air, in an attempt for him to let me go and he does throw me in the bed where I bounce and giggle. He smirks while picking up a random cushion on the floor and hovered over me. I on instinct, use my bolster as a shield then fights back, rolling over him, sitting on his stomach as I grab his cushion and using it against him instead. The pillow fight escalated from a bedroom battle to an all-out war with a big mess feathers littering the room.
The last thing I remember from the fight is a loud cluck and the next minute, I see stars and bright glowing light. I'm sure I could see penguin hopping around, circling my forehead. It's the first time I ever been knocked out by someone. During the fight, Chaengie has somehow managed to slip my gamepad inside his pillow. That day, I have to sleep in the hospital while nursing an egg-sized lump over my eyes. Chaengie receives a hard smack on his head anyway, coming from Papa Cherry and he sobs asking for my forgiveness. I chuckle at this, it looks like we are still kids in heart.
Chaengie is welcome to come over my house anytime and he does every weekend. My parents see him as their son, well since they only have three daughters, and sometimes he will spend a night here watching football with my dad same as Hyun and Tzuyu. The guest room is more like his room, rather than playing the purpose for the unexpected visitor. To me, Chaengie is not only a friend, but he is also my very annoying brother, my stupid partner in crime, and my other half. Though he is bothersome, I cannot go on with a day without him, it feels empty and boring and of course, I never said this to him. He'll think highly of himself and boast around. The guy never takes things that serious and play dummy whenever he can.
Soon, I start to get along and play with his game.
We're watching a movie together at my house, his family also here. The living room is dim with the vintage wall sconces that hang on the light brown colored wall. Mom loves old-fashioned thingy contrast to my father who's all futuristic kind of a person, maybe that's why Chaengie and mom easily clicked because they have similar interests. Papa Cherry, Dad, Mom, Sana Unnie and Me, lounge in the antique couches, accompanied by rich velvet and bronze wing-chairs that placed as sidekicks whereas Hyun and Momo Unnie occupied on each side. Chaengie and Tzuyu sit on the floor--precisely under my feet, leaning against the couch---with a bunch of cushions and popcorn with them.
I have myself tucked while leaning in the armrest, sometimes kicking Chaengie's back for popcorn and sometimes just to annoy him because he seems immersed in the movie, of course, it's a classic movie, he likes this kind of thing. While watching our hand touches as both of us grab a piece of pizza at the same time. Then the staring contest begins before I mindlessly snatch it from his hand.
"Hey! Mina that's the last piece, give it to me!" He rebukes, trying to reach me or more likely my pizza.
"Nope! It's mine" I fight then hide behind Sana-unnie, using her as my barrier since I know Chaengie really respect Sana-unnie and won't harm her. While Sana-unnie sits calmly, not really care that she's trapped between our bickering as Chaengie tries to pinch me with limited movement, afraid he'll hurt Sana-unnie instead. It's not entirely my fault though, this piece is my second out of sixteen large boxes dad had bought for all of us. I'm certain Momo-unnie ate seventy percent of it.
"You always do this" He whines which I stick my tongue out for his complaint.
"Do you have something between you guys?" Hyun asks the question that I've been hearing for my entire life. Me and Chaengie? Huh! Never.
"NO!!!" We shout in unison then glare at each other.
Or in one other time, it seems like he's protecting me, but I'm not sure. As I said, he's still an unfinished jigsaw puzzle to me, a madly impossible choreography to learn, a maze that has no escape. Something, or rather someone who's confusing and hard to understand. I feel defeated and disappointed by myself as how much time we had spent together yet, I never fully have a firm grasp on him.
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It was one horrible day for me where I, the systematic and methodical Myoui Mina forgot to bring her Chemistry textbook. Where we will have to make soap to study soap synthesis and the experimental procedure for important cautionary notes was in the textbook. I'm certain that I left the book on my study desk at home as I'd revised Chapter Salt in Chemistry since it still unclear to me, until midnight, then woke up late, and forgot it. Good Mina, you did a really good job. To make things worse, Mrs. Lee, the head of the science department and also our Chemistry teacher is known as the Viper. The nickname came from our previous, previous senior then passed to the next generation, it had been around for decades. All came to down because the teacher looked like a snake, terrifying and strict.
The class went automatically dead silence when Mrs. Lee walked inside, in a black dress and tights along with her black heel, making a click and clang sound against the tiled floor. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun and her rectangle black-framed eyeglass with chain bead hanged around her neck.
"Everyone turns to page 394" Mrs. Lee commanded as she put down the bunches of file she had with her earlier where no one brave enough to offer help, or rather no one wanted to. I was still clueless about what was coming, had no idea that Mrs. Lee was probably dressed in all black as she already predicted that one of her students forgot to bring her textbook and was ready to attend a funeral. That funeral was supposed to be mine.
Shoot! Where did I put it? Why is it not here? My mind was in haze when I couldn't find the book in my backpack even in my desk drawer.
"Miss Myoui, did you bring your textbook?" She questioned with that interrogation and demanding tone while walking closer to me. I could escape this situation mostly (not that I'm always in trouble, it's really rare) because I'm a favorable student by a lot of teachers as I'm excellent in their subjects. But not Chemistry, I'm weak at it plus Mrs. Lee never had her favorite student, she treated all of us the same, no matter who you are. I can felt all eyes were on me, though I paid no attention to it only the sound of Mrs. Lee's heels approaching me monopolized my mind. I'm dead.
"I didn't bring my book, Ma'am. Mina lent me hers. Here" Chaeyoung who was sitting beside me cut in and slide his book to my table. I snapped my head to his side, knitting my brows in a way of asking what kind of joke is he pulling now.
"I bet you'll be delighted to choose between a week of community services or a month of detention, Mr. Son" Mrs. Lee noted, emphasizing every word that left her mouth. A week of wearing green bibs and clean the school or imprisoned for a month after school. Both were nightmares to me.
"I chose you" Chaengie flirted, resting his hand on his chin while winking to our teacher. Our horrifying teacher. I mentally face-palmed myself, what a gut he had. Brave but stupid. A series of silent giggles and gasp could be heard coming from other students while Mrs. Lee stood frozen. I know she was not shocked by it or anything, she just took time to calm herself. She put down her book and went to Chaengie's side.
"You Brat!! Out!" Miss Lee shouted while dragging Chaeyoung out the classroom pulling his ear.
"Ouch! That's hurt woman" He complained while stumbling on his feet. The class broke into laughter because of his remark. I pressed my lip, but couldn't help to smile. Silly Cub.
I sat across him at lunchtime, placing my tray on the table before I turned to him who was currently devouring his food. "Chaeng you don't have to do that," I said, burdened by guilt.
He lifted his gaze and arched a brow. "What? No, don't get me wrong. I do that to skip that suffocating class. But if you're thankful, introduce me to some of your girlfriends" He said wiggling his eyebrow and smiled foolishly.
Well, that's never going to happen. I pitied her, whoever going to be his future girlfriend or his destined soulmate. I didn't want my friends to suffer, it's okay with me dealing with this bastard but I don't think anyone can stand him with that annoying personality.
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Although it's rare sometimes he comforts me when I'm really encountering emotional outbursts mostly due to the movie or books I'm attached to. I, as a homebody, spend ample time reading books collection and movie series. It's entertaining and fun, but I often trapped inside the alternative universe and hardly managed to find a way out.
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For example, Chaengie and I were in middle school at that time. It was around July 2011 where the seventh and final movie, Deathly Hallows Part 2 of the Harry Potter series was released. It was wildly popular back then. The most anticipated movie since it marked the end of the evil forces of the wizarding world in an all-out war. I'd read the novel and I knew exactly what was going to happen but never prepared for it. Chaengie accompanied me to the cinema and we watched it together. I thought I was fine, not until I reached home.
Sniff Sniff
Dry racking sobs filled the room. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child crying while I clutched the black covered book close to me. I brought my knee to my chest and choke in the air as I tried to inhale.
"Mina"
I felt the bed shifted a little as it held up another weight. An arm wrapped around my shoulder pulling my head against the crook of his neck. The leaking water from my puffy eyes traced down my cheeks and dripped steadily into his sweater. "Changie" I breathed out and sniffed "W-why Fred had to die" I stuttered.
"He is just a fictional character, Mina." He placed his hand above mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. But what he said only makes me more furious.
"NO! It's not just a character." I retorted.
"Alright" He chuckled quietly and pulled me into a tight hug. "Shush. Stop crying will ya, it doesn't suit you" He cooed while caressing my hair until I fell asleep in his embrace.
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I'm touched by his action back then, comforting me when I needed it the most. But as always, it didn't stay long, he teased me a lot the next day. What a jerk. Anyhow, back to the current, Changie and I are quite a homey towards each other, inseparable as if our soul has reached out to make the eternal bond of real friendship. For friendship is love and it must have a foundation of trust. That is what we are and both, I supposed, aware of how valuable the bond we shared as none of us ever wanted to break it.
Now, in our senior year, everyone knows how close we are. Though they constantly mock us to be together they know it only ends as a friend, and both of us know it too. There are no rules or anything that apply to that, it just comes naturally for us to stay where we are. After all, friendship is hundreds of times or even thousands of times better than romantic relationships and that, both of us are aware of it.
I'm not gonna lie, it does cross my mind sometimes, but I usually just brush it off. I'm content enough, I don't want to take any risk that might break us.
It is also around this time when I fall in love with someone, specifically the new transferee. The moment he comes, he already put interest in me, and bold enough to show it without any hesitancy to hides his feelings. I'm confused at first but I gradually find his effort and confidence attractive. I'm not really sure whether it's what you call love or only infatuation, I have no idea. But I do convince myself that this is my first love. So I reply to him.
"I like you, Mark".
I look beside me and there's the Bean, half covered by the curtain but I know it's him, still sleeping soundly on the other bed with bandages on. I gulp the warm water, keeping my dry throat moist. After the last drop falls into my mouth, I abruptly drop my head down and sigh. Not realizing, I'm on the verge of crying again. Chaengie wouldn't be hurt if I just not being stubborn. This is all my fault.
"Mom, what happened?" I ask my mom who's sitting on the side of the bed, holding my hand. She seems to notice the guiltiness radiating from me.
"Oh dear, we're so worried that you and Chae went missing. We searched in your school, playground, mall and lastly the park. We should have known that you were there"
"We looked for you for some time until Chaeyoungie appeared, pouring with sweat while carrying you on his back. He passed out with you before we help him. We take you, kids to the hospital for further check-up. Don't ever do that again Mina, you don't know how worried I am" Mom explains with a slightly mad tone.
"I'm sorry mom" That's all I could say. I try to remember what had happened, but I can't. I'm just grateful to Chaengie and promise myself to treat him later.
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|Flashbacks|
Chaeyoung caught Mina before her body completely met the ground. Panic, he tried to wake Mina by gently shook her arms. The thought of something bad happened to her start to monopoly his mind, did her internal organs or something had injured? That was hardly can be seen through normal vision. Or it might be a high fever? Mina was sweating a lot. He thought. Chaeyoung quickly placed the back of his palm against Mina's forehead, eyes widen when his hands automatically retracted. Impulsive act towards Mina's burning skin. It only added the concern he had for her as he tried to wake her up again, this time shaking her a bit rough. Mina didn't answer him. It was night and Mina need help. He hurriedly supported her to sit and put her on his back.
He pushed himself to stand up and carried her while calling for her name. Still, Mina didn't respond, and he became anxious and concerned until he cried. Sweat trickled down his temple accompanied by his tears. The air was heavy and thick, he could hear movement in the dry leaves, the wind whistling through the branches. He paid no attention to it, to whatever creature or predator out there watching its prey or to how the sounds of the wind howling threatening whisper seemingly inviting them to enter a cemetery. He didn't care any of those. His brain only registering one thing, to bring Mina to safety. He walked through the uneven path, sobbing as the penguin hadn't shown a single movement.
"Mina please wake up," He said between his ragged breath. He sniffed due to the fit of crying and the cold as the tip of his nose reddened. It was there, the ringing screams vibrating in his ears, and the thumping of his heart against his chest. He felt himself suffocating yet he mustn't stop running. His legs weakened as time passed, after all, he was smaller in size compared to Mina. Once in while, his legs would just lost it and he'd ended up kneeling on the rough surface. Ignoring the numbness, he would put Mina down and wiped his tears using his freed hands. He needed to see clearly without the glassy water, covering his eyesight. Then, he would carry Mina again, tightening his grip while he swayed down the path. It repeated until his knees were bleeding caused by the sharp gravel.
As soon as he saw Mina's mom, he fastened his pace. Relief washed over him.
"Mother!"
Mrs. Myoui raised her head in surprise and turned on every corner, looking for the voice's owner. She knows exactly who is it belonged to. Not only her, Mr. Myoui and Mr. Son were also in the search group along with other men. She guided her flashlight towards the direction where she heard another scream, then there appeared from the shadow is Chaeyoung carrying her little girl.
"Oh God! Chaeyoungie" She runs to them and kneels before the boy. Quickly examining him and Mina.
"Please help Mina. Please-" As if his bones have no more strength and his muscles are all out of power, his sentence was simply cut as he too passed out afterward.
|End of Flashbacks|
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I'm sitting on the bleachers at the basketball field here in my primary school. It's break time and I've planned to eat with Chaengie but he is nowhere to be seen. I look for him everywhere then decides to just buy food for us first. When I arrive at the canteen, there's only one bun left. Well, I've eaten breakfast, I'll buy this for Chaengie. The food is still untouched as I watch him playing basketball with some boys and decides to wait for the game to end. I planned to read my book but I can't help but disregard it for a while. Chaengie looks so small compared to the boys as he tries to catch the ball. He is easily being shoved away, stumbling then falling. I narrowed my eyes, reading the situation. They are not playing, they are basically aiming Changie. Some unnecessary forces and fool mistakes just to hurt the Bean. This is all just an act.
"Shortie! Don't play with us. You only make us lose"
I heard that. Insulting my Bean brother is a big No to me. I close my book, grips it tightly and walk towards. The boys are surrounding Changie who's lost in the crowd as all the boys towered him. I push myself inside the crowd and to the center, grabs Chaengie's small hand and hides him behind me, while my right hand is occupied by my thick hardcover book. I raise my chin to face the boy in front of me, a big and tall kid for his age. I know this boy, he's quite popular among my friends for his athletic ability. They said he was hot because of his cockiness, I take that as rubbish.
"What did you say?" I ask using a flat tone, not backing away from his threatening stares. I know, I against all the boys here is completely nuts, but if you're able to bring down the king, or I would rather call it as a vile unworthy king then the weakling army will shut up. And I have something in mind. The boy chuckles and lowered himself, getting closer. I bring my right hand to the back, building the energy and to help increase the speed and power.
"I said this kid is a shor---"
I give no time for him to finish his sentence. I swing my arms straight forward, landing a powerful smack on his cheeks or rather be his head, with my book. I'm glad I was reading Goblet Of Fire, the thickest book in the Harry Potter series. How I wish this book is a portkey so I can transport to my house and take dad's katana then return. Of course, I'm just exaggerating. Now I feel bad for my book, I hope it will be fine. Or should I buy a new one later? My thoughts vanish when I'm awaken by groaning and murmuring voices around me. I look down at the boy who's cupping his face, lying on the ground while cursing at me. Oh, I forgot I just hit this kid. Maybe he needs another one on his dirty mouth.
"You're welcome if you want another. We've got all day." I spit out, staring at him boringly. I'm in trouble, big trouble, I know and inside I'm also afraid and nervous. I rarely involved in a fight but like I said no one can touch my Bean and my patience has a limit. I get it that violence is still wrong but they started it by acting like they were playing when they were instead pushing, tripping, and punching Chaengie with their elbow pretending it to be a mistake. Well, my principle is, eye for an eye. I sigh and turn to the other boys who are watching us as they take a step away from me "Y'all can have a taste too. I have a lot of books" It needs only one person to starts running away and escape. Soon the other follows, now the army is done.
"Y-You lucky you're a girl," The vile king said before he too runs away. I sigh in relief. If I'm, to be honest, I was afraid if all of them jumped on me and Changie. We cannot win the majority but it looks like my plan had worked. I wanted to celebrate my little achievement and victory, this is my first time though, fighting and hitting someone. What an experience. I turn around, expecting Chaengie's dimpled smile but instead I'm met by a glare, disappointed yet mad look from him. I don't understand. He moves down his dark gaze towards my hand that's still tightly gripping his wrist. I let go of his hand and apologizes when I see the red mark formed on his wrist. And just like that, he walks away, leaving me behind.
I catch him and walks beside him. He still has that angry expression plastered on his face as it turns red or is he embarrassed? I ask myself. But judging by him, fully ignoring me, I guess he's mad. "Chaengie" I call him softly while nudges the side of his stomach. He abruptly stops walking and lifts his head to level my eyes, staring intensely at me. Yup, he's mad.
"Stop doing that. I can handle it on my own" He breathes out.
"I'm just trying to help," I say, defending myself. Feels like I want to cry anytime soon. Why is he so mean? It's not easy all right, I'm not a loud and powerful kid and especially I'm a girl. But I stood up for him against all the boys though inside I'm freaking out. Can't he just appreciate my effort? What did I do wrong?
"Did you know why I'm even there in the first place" He raises a brow, waiting for my answer. Of course, I didn't know why there are playing basketball when obviously Chaengie is in disadvantages and I bet he knows it too. "They mocked me, said I'm a crybaby, losers and weak because I always hide behind you when actually I'm not. And great, you just proved them right. I don't need your help nor your protection" He gives me an insincere smile then walks away. I am left bewildered. Is that how he really thinks of me? I just want to protect him or is it too much? I dragged this to him. I should've considered his feelings. I guess he played the game to prove himself, to show them he's capable of standing on his own. And I just ruin it.
I look towards Changie's direction and again chase after him. This time not walking by his side but silently follow his step from behind, hanging my head because of guiltiness. I wanted to say sorry but I'm afraid. I always observe my surrounding, I read people like how I read books. That's why I know how to respond to people's behavior and how to deal with people easily. But Chaengie is one of those minority whom I can't understand. He is unpredictable. Fact, logic, psychology had no effect on him. Because of that, I'm always unsure and doubting myself around him. I don't know what's the right thing to do, to say to him. And I don't know how he will react. It scares me.
"I need to be strong. I'm the one who should protect you not the otherwise"
I heard his mumble. I raise my head and instantly smile. Of course. That's what it is all about. I peek from behind, bringing my hands to the back and tiptoed nearing him. "I would love that," I say and move to his side now. He shows no reaction and just continues walking towards the basketball hoop. "Are you still mad at me?" I ask as he crouches down to picks up a ball, not even sparing me a glance.
He sighs and turns to me "I see you bring something. Is it food? Cuz I'm hungry" He gives me a small smile. Twilight, I'm right. Not as dark as Tzuyu not as bright as Hyun. I know even if he's angry with me, it won't last long though his treatment will taste different then the usual. Not completely ignoring you, not completely forgiven you. It will take him some time. For me that itself is enough, as long as he still beside me and be my friend, then I'm content.
I smile and nod before jogging to take the plastic bag containing bun bread and strawberry milk. He slowly follows me while bouching the ball with one hand. We end up sitting on the bleachers, him beside me. I give the bread and the milk to him. He happily takes it and thanks me, though it doesn't linger long. He frows and looks up to me "Where's yours? Are you not eating?"
"I'm full," I say trying to assure him but my tummy betrayed me. The rumbling sounds break the air. I close my eyes in annoyance. This is embarrassing. I bite my lips and looks away, I hope he doesn't hear that. It's silent for some time. I think I'm fine. I clear my throat then face him, stealing a glance. When my eyes met his, he smiles widely showing his deep dimple. That's when I'm certain. He heard it. Stupid Myoui, stupid tummy. I want to pull my hair so bad. "Pretend you didn't hear that" I mumble.
"What? I didn't hear anything" He smiles then breaks the bun into two pieces. "Actually, I'm not that hungry. Quite full. So let's share." He says, handing me a piece. I know what he is doing. Saving me from embarrassment and I'm thankful for it. We eat the bun in silence. There's only two of us here and some boys can be seen far away in the football filed. "I might be tiny, but I can shoot. Want me to teach you?" He asks as we tidy up. I hum first and think, not realizing I'm already being drag by Changie back to the basketball court.
I finally nod in defeat and takes the ball he offered. We stand before the free throw lines as he moves behind me. "Start with bend your knees," He says as I follow his instruction. I catch his smile when he sees my hand that's awkwardly holding the ball. He takes my hands and adjusts it to the correct positions. "Balance yourself" He hooks his legs on my foot and slightly widens my feet but still narrower than shoulder-width apart. "Dominant foot in front" He pushes my right foot from behind a bit further forward. "Knows your shot pockets" He placed his hand above mine, bringing the ball lower to my stomach area. I puff my cheeks, somehow this is nerve-wracking. I glance to my shoulder where he places his chin. He looks so serious in this. "Eyes on the target" He scolds as he catches me staring. I quickly avert my attention back to the hoop.
"Then, shoot"
I breathe out, eyes fixed on the rim. I jump, higher than it should be while leaning forward, something Chaengie told me not to do, but it's in my natural movement. I could feel a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders but ignores it as I push the ball upward with my shooting hand aimed at the basket. I think I succeed. My feet met the ground after my high jump, exhaling as I watch the ball making a half loop towards the net. Flying like a wingless golden snitch proudly cut through the air. All attention is focused on the graceful ball bathing in the soft glow of the sun's last rays before it settles down the horizon.
Closer and closer to the front rim. And......
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Clang!
It hits the backboard, bounces back to the side rim then rolling at the edge before finally gives up the hole and into the net. A smile eternally stained upon my lips, no not just a smile, but a huge grin curve on my face. Couldn't contain the intense happiness that seeps into me, I squeal rather loudly making a weird whistling sound. "I did it!! Chaengie did you see that!! I finally did it!!" I jump excitedly while shaking Chaengie's arms. He peeks from behind and smiles, ruffling my hair. He rests his arm on top of my head. I groan and look up to him.
"Yeah, you did. After years" He mocks, grinning at me. I press my lips shut. He's right anyway. The first time he taught me how to shoot was when we were still in primary, the ball hit the rim and bounce back at me, hitting my head. As far as I remembered, my nose bleeds that day. Since then, I forced Chaengie to come to the court every single day and watch me shoot. I'm very competitive, thus I never give up, it's frustrated me that I can't get the ball go into the net. I feel like the backboard is laughing at me whenever I failed.
"Now, who's shortie huh?" He smirks. His hair now is auburn mullet haircut with a curvy and long bang but well-trimmed. The thin voice he had when he was young now replaced by a deep and husky voice. And I like it--Wait what? NO, I HATE IT. I HATE HIM. To death.
Honestly, I have no idea. how come he change drastically in only a few years. We're in our high school now, not the young, innocent and small us but a more mature and grown-up of a version. He's very intelligent, although I've never seen him studying always with his painting, he can skip two years and able to be in the same class as me. That's too is weird, I know he likes art but instead he chooses to be in the science stream. He said he wants to be a doctor the same as me, reason? To be surrounded by beautiful nurses. I'm disgusted. I choose science because I'm interested in medical studies. I love the idea of helping others in a significant way, having the opportunity to restore people's lives to normalcy and even save some from death itself. Isn't it rewarding?
For this guy, I'm totally against him to be a physician. I would have approved it if it's the Chaengie that I know back then, the Chaengie that wanted to protect me, the one who's dependable, the quite and cool-headed. Chaengie that I know is always a timid, shy boy but when time passes he slowly change and become that one friend who annoys you every single day. He goofing around a lot and finds every opportunity to tease or embarrassed me in class and in front of my family. The irritating Cub----I have no right to addresses him Bean now as he grows a lot taller than me and I hate it so bad----claims himself to be my 'black night' by reporting me to my mom for anything I've done, mostly the bad ones and the embarrassing ones.
For example, as the head prefect, I'm mostly responsible for morning assembly in the main hall. I stayed in the stage, instructing my fellow prefects and helping the emcee in her speech. Although I didn't have a loud voice and perfect leadership traits but somehow my integrity and intimidating nature self causing me to be picked. While we were busy preparing, the students were lining up according to their class and wait for the teachers to arrive. From my view, I can detect Chaengie laughing and snatched his friend's phone before running away, barging through the sea of pupils that were already obediently arranged in a line. Growls and complain can be heard coming from the other classes as he recklessly shoved them away to escape from his friends. I can see everything up here. That behavior was unacceptable. I hastily grabbed the microphone from the podium.
"Son Chaeyoung!! You better stop ru----*squeak*"
I stopped talking so did everyone. As if in slow-motion, all eyes were on me, every movement was put on a halt. 'Did my voice just creaked?' I just shouted without any preparation. Too much for my soft voice to handle. Chaengie was the first person to burst, slapping his hand up and down almost involuntarily and could barely breathe for laughing then the hall exploded in laughter, echoing through the hall. I planted my gaze low and stepped down from the podium, wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. I could hear the infectious giggle coming from my subordinates but it stopped once I shoot them a death glare. I couldn't believe it happened, and in front of everybody too, approximately thousands of students. I stood soaking in the cruel laughter.
Of course, Chaengie didn't let the incident slide away without my family knowing. That day, I received another humiliation from my sisters. I know they were making fun of me and it's was just a mere joke but I did feel quite upset. For some odd reason, Chaengie was extremely happy the next morning. He bought me lots of penguin plushies, brought me to the arcade, bought me ice cream, and gifted me with a new pair of pointe shoes. Well, it did lift my mood. But it only lasts a day, the next time I saw him, he turned to that annoying brat again. If there's something that never changes in him is, he's unpredictable. I still don't understand him sometimes.
Growing up with him, I slowly got used to him toying me. I mean, it happens every single day. It's even weirder if he ever let me go and spare me his not-so-funny jokes and stop poking fun of me. I'll think he is sick or something. The teasing and mocking will go on and on without stopping.
If I eat too much; "You'll look like a pig"
If I'm dieting; "Hahaha living skeleton"
If I'm happy; "Stop smiling, you creep me out. Did you hit your head somewhere?"
If I'm crying instead of comforting me; "You should see your face! It's so funny! You look like a clown penguin drowning in the sea, hahaha Look!" That's what he said holding a mirror in front of my face. There's the blossoming red upon my cheeks while the tip of my nose flushed the color of watermelon popsicle. My mascara running down the corner of my eyes as it blends with tears and my lips would purse forward in a visible pout. I do look silly, extremely silly to cry over the news that my favorite ketchup is out of stock at the moment. I sniffle and breaks into small laughter after seeing my own reflection. I'm a mess there and I do look like a clown penguin.
"Chaengie! look at this! When I get married--" I babble in excitement. I put the pillow that I was hugging and scoots closer to the edge of the bed, showing him a picture of a wedding dress as he lounge in my armchair.
"No one will marry you" He interjects nonchalantly while scrolling down his Instagram feeds.
"Erggh" He always does this. When he himself never in relationships before, hump! I stick my tongue out and back to my position; sitting crossed legs in my bed while hugging my cute fluffy plushie.
"Except....." He adds, putting his phone down and turns to me.
I look at him signaling him to continue.
"A seal! Hah! a seal and a penguin match made in heaven" He laugh, harshly throw his phone in the desk in front as his hands wrap around his stomach. Fat tears roll down his newly pinked cheeks and it would be several minutes before it subsided.
I glare at him and randomly shouts, "Reduc---"
"Avada Kedavra!" he fastly cut in, pointing his index finger at me. I froze before clenching my fist, throwing him my penguin of Madagascar cushion that he easily dodges as it passes the side of his head. "You're dead" He smirks, still giggling while crossing his arms.
"You cannot do that" I whine, every Potterhead including me knows, it's the unforgivable curse, a spell that sent you directly to Azkaban, the horrendous place where many death eaters were imprisoned. Guided by the hideous and horrific dementors. No one could imagine living even a single day in there let alone years."It's a foul!" I protest.
Chaengie keeps the sly smirk and shrugs "As long as the enemies are dead, I'm happy"
I scoff in disbelief "Mean bastard" I throw him my big penguin plushie that I'm hugging, which this time landed perfectly on his face. The impact causes him and the armchair to toppled back and I laugh automatically, seeing the view in front of me unfold. The loud thud of his back hitting the wooden plank of my bedroom floor earn us a yelling coming from downstairs. It's my mom, asking what's happening. I shout back, saying everything is alright and it's only Chaengie being his stupid self.
With that being said, he groans and starts to chase me with that big penguin plushie, seeking for revenge. I hurriedly snatch my white wintery bolster, relief that I'm now fully armed then run around the room. Of course, in no time he catches me from behind and lifts me while I squeal and laugh, trying to escape his strong arms that wrap my waist. I kick my legs in the air, in an attempt for him to let me go and he does throw me in the bed where I bounce and giggle. He smirks while picking up a random cushion on the floor and hovered over me. I on instinct, use my bolster as a shield then fights back, rolling over him, sitting on his stomach as I grab his cushion and using it against him instead. The pillow fight escalated from a bedroom battle to an all-out war with a big mess feathers littering the room.
The last thing I remember from the fight is a loud cluck and the next minute, I see stars and bright glowing light. I'm sure I could see penguin hopping around, circling my forehead. It's the first time I ever been knocked out by someone. During the fight, Chaengie has somehow managed to slip my gamepad inside his pillow. That day, I have to sleep in the hospital while nursing an egg-sized lump over my eyes. Chaengie receives a hard smack on his head anyway, coming from Papa Cherry and he sobs asking for my forgiveness. I chuckle at this, it looks like we are still kids in heart.
Chaengie is welcome to come over my house anytime and he does every weekend. My parents see him as their son, well since they only have three daughters, and sometimes he will spend a night here watching football with my dad same as Hyun and Tzuyu. The guest room is more like his room, rather than playing the purpose for the unexpected visitor. To me, Chaengie is not only a friend, but he is also my very annoying brother, my stupid partner in crime, and my other half. Though he is bothersome, I cannot go on with a day without him, it feels empty and boring and of course, I never said this to him. He'll think highly of himself and boast around. The guy never takes things that serious and play dummy whenever he can.
Soon, I start to get along and play with his game.
We're watching a movie together at my house, his family also here. The living room is dim with the vintage wall sconces that hang on the light brown colored wall. Mom loves old-fashioned thingy contrast to my father who's all futuristic kind of a person, maybe that's why Chaengie and mom easily clicked because they have similar interests. Papa Cherry, Dad, Mom, Sana Unnie and Me, lounge in the antique couches, accompanied by rich velvet and bronze wing-chairs that placed as sidekicks whereas Hyun and Momo Unnie occupied on each side. Chaengie and Tzuyu sit on the floor--precisely under my feet, leaning against the couch---with a bunch of cushions and popcorn with them.
I have myself tucked while leaning in the armrest, sometimes kicking Chaengie's back for popcorn and sometimes just to annoy him because he seems immersed in the movie, of course, it's a classic movie, he likes this kind of thing. While watching our hand touches as both of us grab a piece of pizza at the same time. Then the staring contest begins before I mindlessly snatch it from his hand.
"Hey! Mina that's the last piece, give it to me!" He rebukes, trying to reach me or more likely my pizza.
"Nope! It's mine" I fight then hide behind Sana-unnie, using her as my barrier since I know Chaengie really respect Sana-unnie and won't harm her. While Sana-unnie sits calmly, not really care that she's trapped between our bickering as Chaengie tries to pinch me with limited movement, afraid he'll hurt Sana-unnie instead. It's not entirely my fault though, this piece is my second out of sixteen large boxes dad had bought for all of us. I'm certain Momo-unnie ate seventy percent of it.
"You always do this" He whines which I stick my tongue out for his complaint.
"Do you have something between you guys?" Hyun asks the question that I've been hearing for my entire life. Me and Chaengie? Huh! Never.
"NO!!!" We shout in unison then glare at each other.
Or in one other time, it seems like he's protecting me, but I'm not sure. As I said, he's still an unfinished jigsaw puzzle to me, a madly impossible choreography to learn, a maze that has no escape. Something, or rather someone who's confusing and hard to understand. I feel defeated and disappointed by myself as how much time we had spent together yet, I never fully have a firm grasp on him.
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It was one horrible day for me where I, the systematic and methodical Myoui Mina forgot to bring her Chemistry textbook. Where we will have to make soap to study soap synthesis and the experimental procedure for important cautionary notes was in the textbook. I'm certain that I left the book on my study desk at home as I'd revised Chapter Salt in Chemistry since it still unclear to me, until midnight, then woke up late, and forgot it. Good Mina, you did a really good job. To make things worse, Mrs. Lee, the head of the science department and also our Chemistry teacher is known as the Viper. The nickname came from our previous, previous senior then passed to the next generation, it had been around for decades. All came to down because the teacher looked like a snake, terrifying and strict.
The class went automatically dead silence when Mrs. Lee walked inside, in a black dress and tights along with her black heel, making a click and clang sound against the tiled floor. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun and her rectangle black-framed eyeglass with chain bead hanged around her neck.
"Everyone turns to page 394" Mrs. Lee commanded as she put down the bunches of file she had with her earlier where no one brave enough to offer help, or rather no one wanted to. I was still clueless about what was coming, had no idea that Mrs. Lee was probably dressed in all black as she already predicted that one of her students forgot to bring her textbook and was ready to attend a funeral. That funeral was supposed to be mine.
Shoot! Where did I put it? Why is it not here? My mind was in haze when I couldn't find the book in my backpack even in my desk drawer.
"Miss Myoui, did you bring your textbook?" She questioned with that interrogation and demanding tone while walking closer to me. I could escape this situation mostly (not that I'm always in trouble, it's really rare) because I'm a favorable student by a lot of teachers as I'm excellent in their subjects. But not Chemistry, I'm weak at it plus Mrs. Lee never had her favorite student, she treated all of us the same, no matter who you are. I can felt all eyes were on me, though I paid no attention to it only the sound of Mrs. Lee's heels approaching me monopolized my mind. I'm dead.
"I didn't bring my book, Ma'am. Mina lent me hers. Here" Chaeyoung who was sitting beside me cut in and slide his book to my table. I snapped my head to his side, knitting my brows in a way of asking what kind of joke is he pulling now.
"I bet you'll be delighted to choose between a week of community services or a month of detention, Mr. Son" Mrs. Lee noted, emphasizing every word that left her mouth. A week of wearing green bibs and clean the school or imprisoned for a month after school. Both were nightmares to me.
"I chose you" Chaengie flirted, resting his hand on his chin while winking to our teacher. Our horrifying teacher. I mentally face-palmed myself, what a gut he had. Brave but stupid. A series of silent giggles and gasp could be heard coming from other students while Mrs. Lee stood frozen. I know she was not shocked by it or anything, she just took time to calm herself. She put down her book and went to Chaengie's side.
"You Brat!! Out!" Miss Lee shouted while dragging Chaeyoung out the classroom pulling his ear.
"Ouch! That's hurt woman" He complained while stumbling on his feet. The class broke into laughter because of his remark. I pressed my lip, but couldn't help to smile. Silly Cub.
I sat across him at lunchtime, placing my tray on the table before I turned to him who was currently devouring his food. "Chaeng you don't have to do that," I said, burdened by guilt.
He lifted his gaze and arched a brow. "What? No, don't get me wrong. I do that to skip that suffocating class. But if you're thankful, introduce me to some of your girlfriends" He said wiggling his eyebrow and smiled foolishly.
Well, that's never going to happen. I pitied her, whoever going to be his future girlfriend or his destined soulmate. I didn't want my friends to suffer, it's okay with me dealing with this bastard but I don't think anyone can stand him with that annoying personality.
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Although it's rare sometimes he comforts me when I'm really encountering emotional outbursts mostly due to the movie or books I'm attached to. I, as a homebody, spend ample time reading books collection and movie series. It's entertaining and fun, but I often trapped inside the alternative universe and hardly managed to find a way out.
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For example, Chaengie and I were in middle school at that time. It was around July 2011 where the seventh and final movie, Deathly Hallows Part 2 of the Harry Potter series was released. It was wildly popular back then. The most anticipated movie since it marked the end of the evil forces of the wizarding world in an all-out war. I'd read the novel and I knew exactly what was going to happen but never prepared for it. Chaengie accompanied me to the cinema and we watched it together. I thought I was fine, not until I reached home.
Sniff Sniff
Dry racking sobs filled the room. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child crying while I clutched the black covered book close to me. I brought my knee to my chest and choke in the air as I tried to inhale.
"Mina"
I felt the bed shifted a little as it held up another weight. An arm wrapped around my shoulder pulling my head against the crook of his neck. The leaking water from my puffy eyes traced down my cheeks and dripped steadily into his sweater. "Changie" I breathed out and sniffed "W-why Fred had to die" I stuttered.
"He is just a fictional character, Mina." He placed his hand above mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. But what he said only makes me more furious.
"NO! It's not just a character." I retorted.
"Alright" He chuckled quietly and pulled me into a tight hug. "Shush. Stop crying will ya, it doesn't suit you" He cooed while caressing my hair until I fell asleep in his embrace.
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I'm touched by his action back then, comforting me when I needed it the most. But as always, it didn't stay long, he teased me a lot the next day. What a jerk. Anyhow, back to the current, Changie and I are quite a homey towards each other, inseparable as if our soul has reached out to make the eternal bond of real friendship. For friendship is love and it must have a foundation of trust. That is what we are and both, I supposed, aware of how valuable the bond we shared as none of us ever wanted to break it.
Now, in our senior year, everyone knows how close we are. Though they constantly mock us to be together they know it only ends as a friend, and both of us know it too. There are no rules or anything that apply to that, it just comes naturally for us to stay where we are. After all, friendship is hundreds of times or even thousands of times better than romantic relationships and that, both of us are aware of it.
I'm not gonna lie, it does cross my mind sometimes, but I usually just brush it off. I'm content enough, I don't want to take any risk that might break us.
It is also around this time when I fall in love with someone, specifically the new transferee. The moment he comes, he already put interest in me, and bold enough to show it without any hesitancy to hides his feelings. I'm confused at first but I gradually find his effort and confidence attractive. I'm not really sure whether it's what you call love or only infatuation, I have no idea. But I do convince myself that this is my first love. So I reply to him.
"I like you, Mark".
End of Withered Chapter 2. Continue reading Chapter 3 or return to Withered book page.