That night, as promised, Zico came to Jungah’s apartment with her fixed phone.
He rang the doorbell. When she didn’t reply, he knocked.
Zico cocked his head. *Strange. Is she not home?* Zico pulled out the extra pair of key and unlocked the front door. The door beeped as it shut behind him. Zico took his shoes off, “Jungah, are you home? Jungah~ where are you-“ He stopped.
Cup ramen sat at the coffee table, and the evening news was playing on the TV. Jungah was sitting against the couch with her head drowsily nodding forward.
Zico softly chuckled, “Aigoo, Han Jungah.” He took the remote control and turned the television off. Zico slipped his arms underneath Jungah’s light figure and lifted her up with ease. Carefully, he carried her to her bedroom and pulled the sky blue duvet back. Gently, he lay her down on the mattress and tucked her warmly in.
Zico’s eyes slowly drifted towards Jungah’s sleeping face. He saw the cut on her lip and tilted his head in wonder. *When she’s sleeping, she seems like a harmless angel. But my Jungah can kick . My badass angel.*
Zico went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled out healing ointment and went back into the bedroom. Zico sat on the edge of the bed and unscrewed the cap. He pushed the tube, and some of the ointment squeezed onto his forefinger. Carefully, so as not to hurt and wake her up, he applied medicine on her cut and bruise.
*There. Perfect as ever.*
Zico put the cap back on and gazed at Jungah with a sigh of contentment. *You’re the reason that I work so hard. I’ll do everything I can to make your world a better place, Han Jungah. Please be patient until I become a bigger person.* He turned the light off and left the room.
Jungah’s eyes fluttered open. *What the- how come I’m in my room?* Then she remembered that Zico was supposed to come over. Jungah shot up and looked around with wide eyes. She saw that it was already morning.
*Damn! I fell asleep! I didn’t even get to see Zico!* Cursing herself, she ran out of the room with hope that Zico had stayed. Her shoulders slumped when she saw the empty apartment. The cup ramen and soda can had been cleaned also.
*Of course he wouldn’t have stayed.* Jungah turned to go get ready for school but stopped when she saw something on her kitchen table. Jungah walked over to see her phone (that looked newer than ever), ointment, a bag of bagels, and a note.
Jungah opened the note first.
Sleeping Beauty! Put ointment on your lips! What prince would want to kiss thou and wake thee up with such violent lips?! MEHRONG~ ZICO :P.
A silly face had been scribbled at the bottom.
Jungah found herself laughing. She smiled widely. *At least that fool came.*
Feeling better, Jungah went to take a shower.
The seniors changed into their white shirt and black shorts for PE and headed out to the field. Kris stretched his arms and rotated his neck. *What the am I doing running on a PE field when I should be running for my life? I still haven’t found any clue to the drug mystery.* He sighed and turned his head.
Jungah walked out of the girls’ locker room in her own PE clothes. Her signature poker-face was on, and she walked over to her number. Kris kept his eyes on her until the loud PE coach, Mr. Park, blew his whistle. “ALL RIGHT! YOU ALL KNOW THE DRILL! STRETCH YOUR ARMS AND LEGS!”
Everyone continued to chatter while they did the stretches. Some didn’t even bother to stretch their limbs.
“LEE WON! I TOLD YOU TO STRETCH! YOU WANT DETENTION?” Mr. Park snarled. The male student with five piercings on one ear rolled his eyes and languidly extended his arm.
“NOW PARTNER UP!” Mr. Park spat on the ground. “Disgusting.” A few girls grimaced.
“PARTNER UP, OR RUN A LAP! YOUR CHOICE!” He barked.
No one wanted to run under the scorching sun, so everyone went into partners.
Kris watched Jungah to see if she would pair up with anyone. Someone tapped his arm, and he looked down. A girl with long orange hair seductively winked, “Be my partner?” “…Sorry. I already have one.” Kris squeezed by the chattering students and walked towards Jungah.
Jungah felt a shadow blocking the sun. *What the-* She looked up, and her eyes narrowed. *You again?*
“I need a partner, and I presume you do, too.” Kris said.
“You presume wrong. I don’t need anybody.” Jungah scoffed.
“BEGIN BACK STRETCHES!” Mr. Park roared.
“I have other ways I want to spend my time. So unless you want detention, I suggest you partner up with me.” Kris raised an eyebrow.
Jungah looked around. Then she finally gave in and slowly turned her back towards him.
Kris pressed his back against hers. The heat of their bodies meshed together, and they both glanced over their shoulders at each other. Kris held out his arms. After some hesitation, Jungah slipped her arms through his. A gasp spilled from her lips as Kris easily lifted her up. *Holy ! I’m like flying! This guy is freaking tall!* Jungah sighed in relief when she landed on the ground. She shot Kris a glare. *Oh yeah? I can lift you up, too.*
Jungah bent forwards, and Kris almost toppled off. He couldn’t believe that anyone, nonetheless a girl, could lift all 187 centimeters of him, until now. Jungah released Kris, and he spun around. They both glowered at each other, unimpressed and annoyed.
Mr. Park blew his whistle, “LINE UP SO I CAN PUT YOU IN TEAMS!”
Jungah walked away from Kris. He smirked and shook his head. *This girl, really.*
The sports for the week was basketball. Jungah and Kris were on the same court, but different teams.
Jungah caught the ball.
“THROW IT TO ME!” Her teammates waved.
“Or throw it at yourself, and knock yourself out for good.” One guy snickered.
Jungah slammed the ball towards him, and it smacked him in the face. “URGH!” He landed on the ground with a bleeding nose. “Tough !” Kris raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed but more amused.
Mr. Park came over, “WHAT IS GOING ON?!” The guy met eyes with Jungah and muttered, “Nothing.” He didn’t want to admit that a girl had hit him.
Mr. Park suspiciously eyed Jungah, who innocently shrugged, “He tripped on his two left feet. Clumsy.”
Mr. Park rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Go clean yourself up, Hanseok.” The boy glowered at Jungah then left.
Thirty minutes had passed, and everyone was tired of the game. The coach was also too exhausted to keep giving detentions so he let everyone do whatever they wanted. Kris came back from the water fountain. He slowed down when he saw Jungah sitting underneath the shade. She wasn’t doing anything particularly interesting, but he was drawn to her emotionless face. It reminded him of someone he knew very well.
Kris walked towards her and sat a couple feet away from her, “Hey.”
Jungah looked at him then looked away immediately. She was starting to think of him as a very annoying mosquito that could only be ignored.
“Why aren’t you hanging out with your friends?” Kris asked.
“Because I don’t have any.” She answered shamelessly.
Kris raised an eyebrow. “This campus is full of es and bastards who judge without thinking and have no dignity. I don’t need friends like that.” Jungah answered. She looked at him, “What about you? Why don’t you go find your friends and bother them instead of always coming to me? Just because I let you sit next to me, doesn’t mean we’re friends.”
“I don’t need friends in this school either.” Kris smirked. *After my task is over, I’ll never see them again. My true friends are in China, and I don’t need any little high school kids getting in the way of me going home faster.*
“Whatever.” Jungah muttered as she looked past the soccer field.
Kris paused then carefully asked, “Do you know anyone on campus… who does drugs?”
That got her attention. Jungah snapped her head towards him with laser eyes. He coolly shrugged, “I want to know who does the hardcore things. Not just pot and weed…but real things.” Her eyes narrowed, and she shot him a suspicious look, “And why do you assume that I know about those things?”
“Because you’ve been in this school longer than I have…” *And you look like one of those girls who would want nothing more than to free themselves from reality.* Kris thought, but didn’t say.
Yet, Jungah knew. She raised an eyebrow and lifted up her chin, “You probably pegged me for the type of girl that smokes, drinks, and shoots needles up her arm in her free time, but you got the wrong girl.” He raised an eyebrow. *How so?*
“Don’t put me in the same boat as the of this school. I don’t believe in ruining my organs, and I hate any kind of drugs. My life is already ed up enough as it is. I don’t need such things to mess up my mind as well.” Jungah stood up and walked away from him.
Kris’s eyes were wide as he thought back to what she had just told him.
“I don’t believe in ruining my organs, and I hate any kind of drugs.”
Now he knew who she reminded him of. Himself.
Kris watched Jungah walk away. He had a new perspective about her. *She’s more interesting than I thought she was. I give her props for not giving into peer pressure.* A vague feeling of admiration and warmness stirred his insides. *Han Jungah, if you’re not like the rest of the girls here, what kind of a girl are you?*