After school, Kris met up with Jungah at her locker. “I’ll give you a ride back home.”
“Don’t bother.” She slammed her locker shut and looked up at him, “I have supplement classes.”
“Supplement classes…?” He tilted his head.
“I was suspended, remember? They want me to fill my empty head. Although I probably won’t do much but listen to music. Pretty much useless, I think. Whatever.” She wavd her hand and left.
Kris watched her walk back up the stairs to class. *How long are supplement classes?*
Two hours of boring lectures were starting to drive Jungah insane. She would’ve listened to her ipod the entire time, but she just happened to have Mr. Ahn, a strict man who would’ve been more suited as a military general instead of a high school teacher. His bark was just as dangerous as his bite. He had no problem punishing the students if they didn’t please him.
Mr. Ahn handed out a thick packet of assignments of different topics. “I need them all to be turned in before you leave. I will be in my office. Come and find me when you are done, or you will stay here all night! Understood?!”
“Yes.” The students grumbled.
*Are all Ahns ? Damn.* Jungah rolled her eyes and trudged to the library.
Everyone clustered in groups of twos and threes to finish the assignment faster.
However, Jungah went into an empty corner of the library to work alone. No sooner had she took out her pencil that the seat next to her became occupied. Jungah turned her head to snap at the intruder but ended up gawking at him instead.
Kris picked up her packet and looked through it.
Jungah glanced around then hissed, “What the hell are you doing here?! You don’t have any supplement classes!”
“Of course. I’m not dumb enough to need any.” Kris answered.
*What is he trying to say?!* Her eyes flashed in anger, and her teeth gnashed together defensively, “I’m not dumb!”
Everyone stared at her. Jungah slapped her left hand over her face.
“You better hurry up, or we’ll have to spend the night here.” Kris tossed the packet on the table.
“We?” She raised an eyebrow. He just gave her a knowing smile.
Jungah shook her head. She looked up and did a double take. Her body became rigid at the sight of Wonsuk. There was a bandage on his nose that she had never seen on him before. *Here we go. Another brawl.* He looked up and locked eyes with her. His eyes flickered over to Kris. Fear gripped his throat.
Jungah opened to speak to him, but surprisingly, Wonsuk spun on his heels and walked in the opposite direction. *He just walked away?! Without an insult?!* Jungah blinked in amazement. Slowly, she turned her head to Kris. He was looking too casually at a boring history book.
Her eyes narrowed in accusation, “What did you do to Park Wonsuk?”
Kris looked into her eyes, “What you thought I could never to do him.”
She stared at him in wonder. He opened the history book and pointed at the page, “This seems pretty useful.”
Jungah blinked at him as he put the history book down and looked through the math book. Kris paused and looked at her, “What are you doing? Are you going to just stare at me the entire day? Am I that good looking?” Her face immediately turned into a scowl. “You think way too highly of yourself.” She began to fill in the worksheets.
Two hours passed by like that. Jungah filled in the blanks while Kris gave her overhelpful hints. Jungah dropped her pencil and shook her aching left hand. It was taking a lot longer since she had to write with her left hand. *Just ten more pages left.* She turned her head.
Kris had fallen asleep with his arms resting on the table, and his face buried in his arms. Her expression softened. *Babo. Why would you come here anyways? It’s nothing but boredom. If I were you, I’d get away from school as fast as possible. But you came back…for me?* She took his blazer that was hanging over the chair and placed it over his shoulders. With a small, tender smile, she went back to work. They both didn't know that Kris's phone was overflowing with calls and messages.
An hour later, Jungah completed her work. *Done.* She stretched her sore, left fingers.
Jungah smiled at sleeping Kris, grabbed her worksheets, and left the library. She gave them to Mr. Ahn who took great time scrutinizing her work. “Your handwriting is very hard to decipher.”
Jungah pointed at her broken arm and shrugged, “Being left-handed temporarily will do that to you.”
Mr. Ahn cleared his throat and straightened up, “Very well. You are dismissed.”
Jungah gave a curt nod, spun on her feet, and left his office. *What an .*
At that moment, Kris had woken up from his deep slumber. He jolted up, and his blazer fell off his shoulders. His expression softened as he picked it up. *I don’t recall putting this over myself. Then did Jungah…? Speaking of her, where did she go?* Kris looked around. *She didn’t leave me behind, did she?*
“Woke up, sleepyhead?” A voice asked. He turned his head and looked up.
Jungah raised an eyebrow as she approached the desk. “Your snore bothered me. I couldn’t concentrate. You should have just gone home.”
Kris stood up, “I thought you left me.”
“I’m not that much of a .” She snorted. “But you know you are one?” He asked.
Jungah shrugged, “It’s my proud title.”
Kris shook his head. “You done?”
“No thanks to you and your snores.” Jungah pulled her backpack over her left shoulder and picked up her books.
Kris fluidly took her belongings from her. “Hey, I still need to go to the locker.” She said. “Give me your locker number and combination.” He said.
Jungah gave him a puzzled look but wrote them down on a piece of paper. Kris handed her his car keys, “You know where my car is parked. Wait there. I’ll be down.” With that, he was gone.
Jungah scratched her forehead and gazed down at his key in her palm. She didn’t know what to feel but thankfulness. Jungah left the school. The sun was already disappearing in the sky. Jungah found the car in the back of the school. She unlocked it and entered the car. Jungah shut the door. Silence fell over the room. She heard an annoying, lasting beep in her ear. Jungah looked around the cool car. It still smelled like a new car. She saw the glove compartment in front of her.
Curiosity took hold of her. Jungah reached out.
Just as her fingertips touched the compartment, the driver’s door flung open. She quickly withdrew her hand and looked up.
Kris placed her backpack in the back.
“Did you put my books away in my locker?” Jungah asked. “Yes, mam.” Kris held out his hand, “Keys.”
She rolled her eyes but obligingly placed them in his hand. He turned the engine on and drove off.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Kris asked, out of the blue. *Now that he mentioned it…I’m starving.* Jungah thought. Kris took that as a yes. “Let’s grab something to eat.” “I can eat at home.” She said. “I can’t.” He veered the car to the left.
*Brat.* Jungah thought. Yet, she held her tongue. *He did stay until this late for me…and he did all those kind things for me today.*
Kris parked the car. He came to her side and opened the door for her.
“What are we eating?” Jungah asked. Kris pointed at the steak house.
Jungah narrowed her eyes, “Do you ever eat like a normal high school student?”
*I didn’t even eat like a ‘normal high school student’ when I really was in high school.* “What’s wrong with steak?” He asked. She waved her hand, “Forget it. Obviously we think on different ends of the spectrum.”
Kris walked to the steak restaurant and swung open the door. Jungah stared at him for a few seconds then walked away. He blinked in shock. *What the heck? Did she just walk away from my dinner offer?* Kris shut the door and ran to catch up with her. “What are you doing? Aren’t you going to eat dinner?”
“I am, but not there.” Jungah stepped inside a pojangmacha and sat at one of the plastic red tables. “Ahjumma, two bowls of noodles, chicken feet, and dukkbokki!” “Okay!” The owner called.
Kris looked around the small, strange place. There were no walls, but the restaurant was under a flimsy, cheap tent. He had never been to such an eatery before.
“Well? Aren’t you going to sit?” Jungah raised an eyebrow.
Kris glanced around once more before taking the seat beside her. “What is this place?”
“Hmpf. I guess there is one place that you haven’t been in Korea yet. This is a pojangmacha. It’s a street stall that sells all kinds of food.” Jungah rubbed her wooden chopsticks together. *Obviously not steak.* Kris thought.
The owner placed the food on the table. His eyes widened in horror at the blazing red food that looked like monster claws. “What the hell is that…?”
“Chicken feet. Don’t they have those in China?” Jungah asked. She slipped her hand into the clear glove and picked one up. “Here.” Jungah held it out.
Kris immediately leaned back with a wary expression.
Jungah stared at him. *Seriously? Wow, you chicken.* She clucked her tongue as she shook her head. He shifted his gaze to her, “What? Why are you shaking your head at me like that?”
“And you wonder why I say you can’t beat Wonsuk. .” Jungah placed the chicken feet in .
Kris watched her in both fascination and abhorrence. *How can she eat that?* He cringed as she placed the bone on the table.
*This is Zico’s favorite food though…* Jungah stopped eating and blinked in surprise. *Is this the first time I’m thinking about Zico today? Usually, he’s revolving in my mind 24/7. I wonder what happened…?* She turned her gaze to Kris who was doing nothing but looking around. “If you aren’t going to eat, you should leave.” Jungah suggested.
“I am going to eat. But why the hell did we come here?” Kris huffed in frustration.
“Because you haven’t really been to Korea if you haven’t been to a pojangmacha.” Jungah took a pair of wooden chopsticks and slapped them in his palm, “Just eat your noodles.”
Kris paused then took a bite of the noodles. *At least this is normal food…not like…that.* He shuddered at the twisted, evil-looking chicken feet.
Yet, watching Jungah eat them intrigued him. A small smirk appeared on his lips. *You are definitely one of a kind, Han Jungah.*
When they were done eating, Jungah slapped money onto the table.
“I can pay.” Kris offered. “Sorry, but they don’t accept platinum credit cards.” Jungah shot him a look and walked away.
Kris shook his head with a wide grin and followed her. He drove her safely to her house.
Kris jogged to her side and opened the door. “I’ll take your backpack and books up for you.”
“No, thanks. Let me save the bit of my independent female dignity I have left.” Jungah carried her books in her good arm and looked up at Kris, “You helped me out a lot today…I appreciated it. Thanks.” She gave him a meaningful look and walked away.
“Same time tomorrow?” He called. She paused. *Tomorrow?*
Slowly, Jungah turned around and blinked at him.
“I’ll be waiting here same time tomorrow.” Kris gave her a genuine smile.
Jungah hesitated as she considered the offer. *Accept or reject?* She looked up to meet his eyes, gave him a tiny, but warm smile, and nodded, “Okay. Tomorrow.”
Kris leaned against his car and put his hands in his pockets. He watched her walk away with a sigh of content. *Han Jungah, my day is complete because of you.*