Call Me Kris

The Bittersweet Deal
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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 missing…* There was an emptiness in the air, but she wasn’t 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 boys’ 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 voice…* 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, “Call this number if you need any more.” 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 didn’t know why he was suddenly so alert. His heart raced in panic. *Crap. She saw me dealing with them. I hope she doesn’t 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. “Hey.” 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, “We need to talk.”

She didn’t hear him. He snatched her ipod away. Finally, he had her attention.

“Give me my ipod back. Now.” Jungah demanded.

“Not until you hear me out first.” Kris said.

“About what?” She asked. “About…back there…” He said.

Jungah stared at him. Kris uncomfortably shifted on the bench. “Look, about being with the crack-heads…” 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, “It wasn’t what you thought it was.”

Jungah raised an eyebrow, “What did you think that I thought it was?”

“Come on. It’s freaking obvious. Because I was with them…coming out of their illicit place…you probably thought I was doing drugs with them.” Kris said.

“More like dealing drugs.” 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. “I was only joking. You know that…right?”

Kris tried not to look too relived. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, of course…but you also know that I wasn’t doing drugs with them, right?” Jungah shrugged. Now Kris became desperate. He had to persuade her. He wanted to. He couldn’t 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. “I don’t do drugs, Jungah. You told me you hated any kind of drugs. You don’t believe in doing anything that ruins your body. That is the same for me. I despise drugs.” *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. “Okay.” Jungah said.

His eyes rounded, “Okay…?” *That’s all she has to say? Won’t she even ask me about what I was doing with them in the first place?*

Jungah stood up, “Look, it’s not any of my business what you do with the crack-heads. Whatever you do is up to you. You don’t have to report to me.” She began to walk away.

Kris’s shoulders deflated. *So it’s not that she trusted me. It’s because she has no interest in me.*

“Hey, Wu Fan.” Jungah called. His eyes rounded. *She called my name.* Slowly, he turned around and met eyes with her.

“…Thanks for telling me though.” She said. His heart stopped, and he stared at her, transfixed and awed. Jungah cleared . *Maybe that was awkward and useless information.* “It’s just nice to know that not all the guys like to ruin their lives with toxic…yeah…whatever.” She turned to go.

“Jungah.” Kris called. She stopped and turned around. He approached her, and her gaze shifted upwards by his lengthy height. Kris gazed down at her, “Can you call me by my nickname? Wu Fan…seems so formal.”

“…What is your nickname?” Jungah inquired.

“Friends call me…Kris.” He revealed.

Her cheeks slightly reddened, “Yeah, well, I’m hardly a friend…”

“You’re not an enemy either.” He stated.

*I guess so. Whatever. It sounds more casual than his real name anyways.* “Sure. I’ll call you that. Kris.” 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. “Um, we should go…” She ducked her head and hurried off.

A warm smile played on Kris’s lips. He had revealed two of his secrets about his real identity to her. He didn’t 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 you…*

After school, Jungah came home to find a note taped on her refrigerator. ‘Jungie Jungie~ Tomorrow I am going on a trip to the mountain for business. Therefore, I will not be able to have dinner with you.’

*Bummer.* She thought.

‘Instead, I will take you with me!’

*Muh?* Her eyes rounded.

‘Pack up for a wonderful weekend trip with Block B. I will pick you up at 9 a.m. sharp tomorrow! Yours truly, Zico.’ His signature silly smile was doodled below.

*The entire weekend with Zico?* Her heart fluttered in anticipation.




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0 points #1
Chapter 77: So much angst.... Oh my god.
Don't know why but I only cried when Zico died... That was too much for me.. Or the reason that he was the first one.
And some how I knew that same thing will happen to other two. And I was right.
Thank you for the amazing story.... <3
40 streak #2
I cant wait to start on this!
Chapter 77: The angst is real omg ??? I may have gotten my heart broken but I love this so much.
Chapter 75: I regret asking for her to die like I didn't mean for her to die this way ???
Hauntzer #5
Chapter 77: i had to beat myself up so I wouldn't cry endlessly over this bc I don't wanna wake up w swollen eyes tmr omg...
Hauntzer #6
Chapter 49: My heart hurts ;3;
[deactivated] #7
Chapter 77: Oh my God, after reading this straight for a whole day, my heart was wrecked at this ending. It brought pain and anger, on the second thought it was mixed emotions. Good Job!
Chapter 77: Oh my god, this story really make cry like mess. Damn!
Do_not_forget_this #9
Chapter 77: Oh god this is one of the two books that can make me sob like this. How could you do this to me oh my god their are tears coming down and like I'm literally about to make a small pond on my bed because of all the tears ???
Chapter 77: How did you just do this to me