"What?" CL pranced around her bedroom with her phone on her ear. A frustrated look was plastered on her face as she kept on walking around, banging the walls and slamming her things on the bed. The feisty scholar was at war with her heart right now as well as her boyfriend as to whether or not she should  break up wit him. 

"CL, I'm sorry. For whatever it's worth! I'm sorry! It won't happen again!" G-Dragon apologized.

"NO!" CL screamed on the phone. "I've heard this countless times, over and over again! I can't afford to get hurt, Ji Young." CL wept over the phone. Normally she was blunt and brave but right now, she was just emotionally scarred.

"I saw what you did with Dara. I can never forgive you for that! Especially after you promised that you would stay faithful to me despite our distance! Despite college! And now you have this girl posting pictures of you two at the club!!!" CL sobbed now. It wasn't her to cry over a boy, especially after being very vocal about not being dramatic and emotional when it came to relationships but it had gone too far this time. 

"We're just friends, CL. Drunk, fooling around. It happens right? You know me and the guys go-"

"You don't get drunk and wild with another woman!" CL screeched. Her mother, who was busy fixing dinner downstairs, heard her shrill cries and got worried.

"Baby, I'm sorry. It'll never happen again."

"I cannot trust you anymore." CL said. She heard G-Dragon cry and it made her want to cry too. She had a soft spot for GD and she couldn't bear see or hear him in pain but right now, she loved herself and her pride more.

"Babe, don't leave me like this! What do I have to do to get your trust again?" CL was touched by G-Dragon's willingness to change that she succumbed to her emotions and cried. 

"Hello? CL?" G Dragon called for her. It broke CL's heart even more and she felt almost convinced and ready to forgive him but when the image of what she had just seen online flashed in her mind, she was just as ready to cancel the thought.Instead of speaking, she just hung up and let G-Dragon think about what he had done.

I'm not breaking up with him. I just want some time to think.  

CL leaned against the wall and slid down, sitting on the floor and crying her heart out.

"96.7? 96.5? 96.6?" Jessica obssesive-compulsively looked at the scale trying to figure her weight out. She had recently embarked on a diet which involved eating so little from only one food group. The vegetables. When Jessica proposed this diet to her parents, saying that it was to maintain her weight, they were initially shocked. And they had every right to! First of all, eating only vegetables will not make you healthy. You need nutrients that the two other groups provide that this food group doesn't. Second, Jessica had been dieting for 2 years already and had shrunken to a size so small that she could fit into kindergarten clothes. Third, Jessica wasn't fat to start with. She was just paranoid about her weight. So here she was, standing on the scale right after her very light lunch around 7 hours ago at school.

"Goddammit! This morning I was 93 now I'm 96! What the is going on?! I'm so goddamn fat!" Jessica depressingly said. She got off the scale and kicked it to the wall, making it sound. 

"Shut up." she told it. Dressed in an oversized shirt and jogging shorts, Jessica plopped on the bed and grabbed her food diary. She opened the book and reviewed her diet plan which she created the week before this one. Looking at the regime she created, Jessica sighed and said,

"I'm doing a pretty good job, so far. Maybe because it's 7  in the evening and we're prone to weight gain at night." Jessica shrugged. "Oh well. At least I followed the schedule. I ate a bowl of cereals for breakfast, didn't snack, ate a tiny bowl of vegetables for lunch, didn't snack, and had my tea. Perfect! I have accomplished diet day number one. I pray that for this entire week I will be successful!" 

Nobody quite understood why Jessica felt the need to lose weight. She was thin enough, not stick thin or petite unlike the natural born skinnies but she was definitely thin. Her diet both disturbed and alarmed her friends who often urged her to stop dieting, eat properly and live a healthy life but Jessica refused to listen. To her, she was stout, obese, fat. She was ugly.

How did Jessica look now that she had lost so much weight? Uglier, definitely! Her skin had dried out, her hair was brittle, and her eyes were dull. Not only that, her mood and cognition were affected. Jessica had become so moody and had a hard time making decisions, her lack of nutrition severely affecting her judgement and thinking. Since her perceptions had been altered, Jessica thought differently from others, often making poor decisions and ever poorer judgements, raising concerns amongst peers. 

"I will not stop until I'm thin." 

Jessica closed her eyes and fell asleep thinking about her diet. 

"AHN SOHEE!" Mr. Ahn angrily called his daughter. Sohee took a deep breath and crossed her fingers.

"Oh God. I hope this is for something else..." Sohee took several deep breaths as she carefully grabbed the copper doorknob and slowly  made her way out of her room. Her angry architect dad was impatiently waiting for her to come down.

"AHN SOHEE! WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG?!" Sohee realized that she could no longer be slow and rushed down the stairs, almost tripping in her hurry. Sohee faced her father whose face was burning bright red in anger. Sohee fixed her glasses and swallowed hard. She knew her father when he was angry. It wasn't a pretty sight. 

"Yes, father?" asked the cute little schoolgirl. She eyed her father's hand and saw a small envelope in his hand. Her eyes widened as it could only mean one thing.

"I went to school earlier." Mr. Ahn said as he walked to the dinner table and slammed the envelope on the wooden furniture. Sohee's heart skipped at this sudden action and she bit her lip in fear. She could only hope for the worst.

"Oh." Sohee opened slightly. "Well, I didn't know." she rubbed the back of her neck and felt the sticky sweat of her palms.

"And the school gave me this." he showed his daughter the envelope that contained a reprimand letter from the school. Sohee could swear she was about to faint.

But what exactly did Sohee do that caused her so much trouble, even having to have her dad come to the school? Actually, Sohee and a group of guy friends had nothing to do one school day as they had finished ahead of their classmates int he schoolwork. Instead of doing nothing, they decided to wait for the teacher to leave before proceeding with their operation. Actually, their operation was nothing serious to them. It was just spray painting the walls and pulling a prank on the principal that the students hated the most. Aside from vandalism and profanity, she and her friends were also charged with  destruction of school property and disrespect for authority which could lead to their ultimate expulsion.

"Can you tell me, young lady,exactly what was going on through your head and you thought of actually doing that!?!" Mr. Ahn angrily asked, almost shouting at his daughter. Sohee just stared at him because she couldn't formulate a reasonable reply to her father's question. She couldn't find an answer that was intelligent enough for him to accept.

"Dad, the principal is a tyrant!" she said. "She's mean spirited and we all hate her!" 

"But that is not the way to handle a situation like this!" her father threw the latter at her face. "Open it." Sohee took the envelope and carefully took teh paper out of it. She read the content and a great disappointed look came on her face. She looked up at her father and covered , her big eyes staring right into his furious ones.

"Now you know why I'm angry?!" her father said. "Sohee, you are a scholar. You are a bright student! I don't see why you should do this! You could lose your scholarship."

"Dad." Sohee sighed, nervous and humiliated. " I have something to tell you." Her father's eyes widened, angrily anticipating what she had to say next. 

"What is it?"

"I lost my scholarship."

"All you ever do is drink, drink, drink. Womanize, womanize, womanize. That's all you ever do around here! You never work! I do all the work! And now you have the guts to call for a divorce!" Mrs. Lee scolded her husband who was sitting shirtless ont he couch, watching a game of baseball on TV. All he heard was his wife's blabber and not the scores of the players which baffled him.

"Will you please just shut up! Okay! This is why I hate women. All you do is talk and talk about your emotions and and how you're PMS-ing. Please! I'm sick of it! Can't you talk about something else?!"

"Listen to me! We're broke! We have a daughter who's in college and a son in daycare school! Show the least bit of concern for them!"

"I still send them to school when I got money."

"When you have money! When do you have money?! How often do you have money? And when you have money, you usually spend it on yourself first, drinking beer and hanging out with your friends!"

"Leave me alone, will you?!" Mr. Park scolded his wife. His wife wasn't one to take things lying around, especially when it came to the family. 

"You wanted to settle in a one story bungalow, I said yes. You wanted me to stay at home nad care for the children despite my insisting to work, I said yes. You chose to send our son to a public school, I said yes because I knew we were tight on money. You decided to send Gahee to a small-town college, I said yes. But this has gone too far. I have given you so many chances..."

Gahee was in her bedroom, eavesdropping on her parents' argument. This was the 3rd in the day and perhaps the 23rd in the week. She had no idea why they were fighting and when they would stop.

Mom's a scatterbrain, Dad's a lazy- loser. What do you expect?  

Gahee turned her hand me down laptop on and logged on to her Twitter account. On this account, she tweeted about how her parents were arguing about their lives and how she was sick and tired of it already.

"I want out of here, seriously. I don't get how some kids get all emotional and teary when their parents fight. I never cried over those goons. It's not really an emotional matter. It's just a matter of getting used to all the goddamn screaming." Gahee said to herself. A few minutes later, her friend called her up.

"Hello? Oh yeah, it's me. I'm here, doing fine. Parents are fighting for the billionth time. I'm getting so sick of it. I was wondering if maybe I could sleepover at your place this weekend. I know we're in college and we're a bit too old for this but I'd love to do it. I know, I know! It's silly, believe me. I just want to get out of here. I can't take their noise anymore. It's keeping me up at night!" 

In the living room, the parents were still persisting with their fight.

"I'm getting a divorce!" the mother said. "And I'm taking the kids with me!"

When Gahee heard this, her world turned upside down.

Well if there was one girl who didn't seem to have any problems at all, it was Nicole. She was living a pretty good life. She had no boyfriend to worry about, was in perfect shape, had excellent standing in academics and conduct with parents who loved her and each other. Everything seemed to be going her way, not to mention the fact that she was a Dean's lister this term. Nicole was so happy upon finding out about this and so were her parents. To reward their daughter for a job well done, they gave her an increase in her allowance plus the privilege to spend it on whatever she wanted. 

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." Nicole had this song stuck in her head all day and just couldn't stop singing to it. In fact, when she heard this song on the radio, she was automatically captivated and felt the urge to know more about this band. Super Junior. She had heard about them from her friends and she kenw how addicted they were to them. Being 16 years old and prone to peer pressure, Nicole decided to give this band a try. With her allowance and her freedom that day, Nicole decided to pass by the record store to check them out.

Nicole was walking down the road with her handbag when she saw the records store covered with posters and standees of Super Junior. It immediately caught her eye and like a magnet, it drew her closer and closer to the store. Nicole found herself unconsciously walking toward the door and her hand reaching out to grab the handle when the store clerk opened it for her. Nicole snapped out of her trance and back into reality.

"Good morning, ma'am. Welcome!" the store clerk ushered her into the record store that was swarming with fangirls and Super Junior CDs. Nicole literally had to squeeze and fight her way through the crowd just to get a glimpse of the CD. When she finally made it to the table where the CDs were displayed, she grabbed one copy in her hand and looked at it. She studied the design, the members, even sampled it. The songs were catchy, she thought. When it came to the price, she was gladdened that it still fit her allowance.

"I like this." she told the clerk that assisted her throughout. "I'm taking it." The clerk smiled as she followed him to the counter to pay for her CD. 

Super Junior had yet again converted another normal human being to a fanatic fangirl.

The separate lives of our protagonists. Yes, most are going through tough times but they're going to have to muster all their strength if they wanted to survive their next mission.