It was a quiet Friday. Class was on hiatus for lunch.
Jungah sat in the dark auditorium alone with her earphones in her ears. *Something is missingâŚ* There was an emptiness in the air, but she wasnât sure what it was. Jungah pulled her earphones off her ears and looked around. *What am I looking for?* With a shrug, she wound her earphones around her ipod, slipped them into her pocket, and left the auditorium.
Most of the students were still scarfing down their meals in the cafeteria.
Stretching her arms upwards, Jungah walked down the empty hallway. She heard a commotion nearby and halted. Jungah directed her face towards the mutters. They were coming from the boysâ restroom.
The door swung open and a cloud of smoke puffed out.
Jungah could smell weed in the air, and her nose scrunched up in distaste. She was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice coming from inside the restroom. Her eyes rounded in recognition. *That voiceâŚ* Jungah spun her head.
Kris was coming out of the room along with the half-awake druggies of the school. He held out a card with a hushed mumble, âCall this number if you need any more.â They accepted the card and nodded.
Kris faced forward and froze. His eyes slightly widened at the sight of Jungah. *Crap.*
Jungah stared at him. Her gaze drifted to the incoherent druggies who reeked of pot and cigarettes as they stumbled past her. Kris could tell she was assessing the situation. Jungah looked back at Kris. After a few seconds, she turned and walked away.
Kris reached out, but she was already gone. He didnât know why he was suddenly so alert. His heart raced in panic. *Crap. She saw me dealing with them. I hope she doesnât have a worse impression of me. I should go explain things to her.* Kris chased after her.
Jungah left the building and went to the vacant yard. She sat on a wooden bench underneath the breezy shade of the large oak tree and crossed her arms. Jungah pulled out her ipod and unwound the earphones from it.
Kris spotted her and ran over. âHey.â His voice was shaky and breathless.
She looked up, blinked once, and then looked back down.
His heart was palpitating in his chest. He had never felt so anxious in his life. Not even when he was put in a death situation against a rival mafia.
Jungah put the earphones in her ears. Kris sat next to her, âWe need to talk.â
She didnât hear him. He snatched her ipod away. Finally, he had her attention.
âGive me my ipod back. Now.â Jungah demanded.
âNot until you hear me out first.â Kris said.
âAbout what?â She asked. âAboutâŚback thereâŚâ He said.
Jungah stared at him. Kris uncomfortably shifted on the bench. âLook, about being with the crack-headsâŚâ He uneasily glanced at her. She was still staring at him with her vacant, impassive eyes. *Shoot. How am I supposed to explain this? What do I tell her?* Kris sighed and looked at her, âIt wasnât what you thought it was.â
Jungah raised an eyebrow, âWhat did you think that I thought it was?â
âCome on. Itâs freaking obvious. Because I was with themâŚcoming out of their illicit placeâŚyou probably thought I was doing drugs with them.â Kris said.
âMore like dealing drugs.â Jungah snorted.
Kris stiffened as his face turned as white as a sheet of paper. *! Did I blow up my cover?!*
Jungah noticed his traumatized expression and softened just a bit. âI was only joking. You know thatâŚright?â
Kris tried not to look too relived. He cleared his throat, âYeah, of courseâŚbut you also know that I wasnât doing drugs with them, right?â Jungah shrugged. Now Kris became desperate. He had to persuade her. He wanted to. He couldnât let her see him as a degraded high school bastard who did the thing that disgusted her the most. Kris shifted closer to her and looked into her eyes with utmost sincerity. âI donât do drugs, Jungah. You told me you hated any kind of drugs. You donât believe in doing anything that ruins your body. That is the same for me. I despise drugs.â *Although I deal with them every ing day of my mind-numbing life.*
She searched his eyes and knew he was being honest with her. âOkay.â Jungah said.
His eyes rounded, âOkayâŚ?â *Thatâs all she has to say? Wonât she even ask me about what I was doing with them in the first place?*
Jungah stood up, âLook, itâs not any of my business what you do with the crack-heads. Whatever you do is up to you. You donât have to report to me.â She began to walk away.
Krisâs shoulders deflated. *So itâs not that she trusted me. Itâs because she has no interest in me.*
âHey, Wu Fan.â Jungah called. His eyes rounded. *She called my name.* Slowly, he turned around and met eyes with her.
ââŚThanks for telling me though.â She said. His heart stopped, and he stared at her, transfixed and awed. Jungah cleared . *Maybe that was awkward and useless information.* âItâs just nice to know that not all the guys like to ruin their lives with toxicâŚyeahâŚwhatever.â She turned to go.
âJungah.â Kris called. She stopped and turned around. He approached her, and her gaze shifted upwards by his lengthy height. Kris gazed down at her, âCan you call me by my nickname? Wu FanâŚseems so formal.â
ââŚWhat is your nickname?â Jungah inquired.
âFriends call meâŚKris.â He revealed.
Her cheeks slightly reddened, âYeah, well, Iâm hardly a friendâŚâ
âYouâre not an enemy either.â He stated.
*I guess so. Whatever. It sounds more casual than his real name anyways.* âSure. Iâll call you that. Kris.â She looked up at him. His heart melted. He liked the way his name sounded on her lips.
The bell forced Jungah to cut the staring contest short. âUm, we should goâŚâ She ducked her head and hurried off.
A warm smile played on Krisâs lips. He had revealed two of his secrets about his real identity to her. He didnât regret it. On the contrary, he wanted to tell her more about himself. He felt like she would listen and look at him without judgment, just like how she had done earlier. *Maybe one day, Han Jungah, I will reveal my true self to youâŚ*
After school, Jungah came home to find a note taped on her refrigerator. âJungie Jungie~ Tomorrow I am going on a trip to the mountain for business. Therefore, I will not be able to have dinner with you.â
*Bummer.* She thought.
âInstead, I will take you with me!â
*Muh?* Her eyes rounded.
âPack up for a wonderful weekend trip with Block B. I will pick you up at 9 a.m. sharp tomorrow! Yours truly, Zico.â His signature silly smile was doodled below.
*The entire weekend with Zico?* Her heart fluttered in anticipation.