성재: In a way, when Se Na said she was going to teach me Free-fall Acceleration on my Physics the actual way, I felt immediately threatened, that though I knew there was no way she would possibly do that, I just believed because she’s as scary as hell sometimes. There was this time when we were 12, during one of my visits, I pulled a prank on her by tossing a dummy (plastic) centipede right at her. This made her jump, of course, because the toy really looked like the real thing. When she got over it she told me not to do that again or I was going to get a piece of her, but the following week I still did so,  and the next day when I went to school I was limping with a bruise made in Busan. Since then, I learned the bitter lesson of taking Se Na’s threats seriously.

But setting that aside, I am here right now busily working on my English Language worksheets in the wee hours of the morning, while waiting for Se Na to be back from the kitchen; I told her to make us some warm drinks. I have to admit, here in Se Na’s apartment, it’s really cold. Or maybe I just came to that thought because back in our dorm it’s crowded, thus warmer. Fixing the blanket that’s draped over my back, I let it wrap me warmly, especially with the smooth cloth brushing against my skin.

“Here,” Se Na comes back carrying two mugs; one of deep-blue colour and the other is purple. Well we all know whose is which. She easily settles down my mug on the most auspicious space on the table possible, and she resettles next to me, wearing on her back the blanket on her. When I look at her for a moment I see that her eyes are still half-open; and I can see that she’s still truly sleepy. That kind of sleepy that needs to go back to sleep because they won’t be fully awake until they get the right amount of rest.

 She yawns, a hand covering , and I am reminded of the roar of the lion when I hear that sound. Sipping from her mug she drinks her hot chocolate, and starts perusing through my Physics book. “So what’s going to be your exam about?”

“Free-fall, projectile motion, mirrors, Work.”

“Is that all?”

I peek over at the page she’s looking at. “Ah, that one too. Scalar and Vector Quantities,”

She nods and reads. I go back to what I’m working on, until about three minutes later, she pops the question, “So what’s a scalar quantity?”

Looking up from my paper, I blink, because I think I have forgotten about that. Or maybe the fact that whether I know it or not has slipped from my mind. “Scalar…?”

“Yup.”

“Speed…?” I try. I don’t know, but it’s the best I can come up with.

Se Na laughs lightly. “That’s an example of a scalar quantity. I was asking for the definition.”

The question seems harder than ever. I look down on my paper, pressure suddenly taking over, because I just can’t afford to be wrong on this one. It’s either Se Na is going to laugh at my blunder or she’s gonna go face-palm. “Uh…” think, Sungjae, think! My brain tries for a long while, until, getting fed up, I say, “Aw, come on! One at a time! I’m still working on English! You know I only have one attention!”

My best friend sighs with a smile, shaking her head. “Scalar quantity only has magnitude.”

I nod dumbly.

“Whilst in vector quantity, it has magnitude and direction. It tells you at what rate an object moves, and where it goes,”

“Ahhhh,” I sigh in astonishment.

“So speed and velocity aren’t really alike. Same case with distance and displacement.”

“Arrasseo.”

“Got it?”

“Hm…yeah…”

“Good. Now get back on your English.”

And for a long while we’re silent. It’s really nice, this kind of silence. Sometimes when you’re with other people you can’t help but feel awkward when no one would initiate a talk, but thank God for best friends. It helps me concentrate. On top of that, it makes me inspired.

“Jae.” Suddenly says my best friend.

That voice, somehow, startles me. “Hmm?”

“Can I tell you something?” when I look at Se Na she’s wearing this pained expression, and then I know, I’m in for something. Her expression is still straight but I know her too well that I see the slight contortions on her face.

“What is it?”

She struggles in telling me. She keeps on stammering and stuttering, like she’s having a great trouble pronouncing her speech, and even asks me not to hate her, to which I reply with the assurance that I don’t know how to, because really, I don’t. And I don’t think I’d ever learn how to. I love her too much to do that. I try to imagine even the really bad things Se Na could do to me; still, no. Although the worst thing she could ever do to me is to lie, because, though that’s a part of the human instinct, I find it unforgivable. I told her beforehand, before we engaged into this kind of arrangement, or ever since we established this friendship, at all—that she tells me everything because I want to know what she thinks. I want to make things easier for her, whichever way possible. I want to share her burden. However, I know she’s not lying to me and I don’t think she ever will, because she knows I’m kind of sensitive when it comes to this kind of things. Se Na may be a lot of things, but she’s never a liar.

She apologizes for keeping it from me. For not telling me sooner, because she didn’t want to, and the way she describes her trouble scares me, because it seems huge, and somewhat aged. Finally, she swallows all remaining cowardice and tells me straight.

And what is it, you ask?

Simple.

She’s homesick.

It makes me feel warm and relieved inside, that finally after all this time of being intrigued about it, I finally know the answer. She’s missing her aunt. Se Na loves her; it’s Ahjumeoni that doesn’t love her back. These past few months I’ve always wanted to ask her whether she misses Busan, because after all, that was her home, but in a way, I didn’t have the courage to bring up the topic because it will feel like I’ll be stepping on a landmine. I don’t want to see her wear that expression of sadness simply because I hate it.

Assuring her, I tell her that we’re here for her, especially me. To make this even more convincing I envelop her in a hug, and when I’m face to face with her again, I put my index fingers on the corners of , stretching it up, to make her smile. She looks like she’s about to cry, but she manfully conceals this with a smile, and just agrees with me.

Just a moment after that, someone rises from the couch not so far away, and with sleepy eyes and a meek smile, my hyung walks to us and asks me what time it is, and what I’m working at.

“I’ll go check that later,” he says, smiling. He rubs his forearm and sort of shivers. “Se Na-ya, don’t you, like, freeze here? I’m sorry but it’s really cold.”

Se Na blinks. “Really? At first I thought of that but…maybe I just got used with it over time. Did you have a good sleep last night?”

“I did, thank you.”

“You didn’t get really cold, I hope? Where’s the blanket I gave you?”

For some reason, that’s where the conversation takes a respite. Hyung just stands there watching her with his head slightly tilted, the vestige of a smile hanging on his lips. They stay like that for about three seconds; as if remembering the same coldness that hyung was describing, Se Na’s fingers curl up on the hem of the blanket on her back, and that’s when I see her eyes widen. Two seconds later I see an obvious trace of rubicund staining her cheeks. “I didn’t. Or at least, not that much,” Peniel-hyung then gets a chair and settles himself on it, and resumes teaching me where we last left off last night. Meanwhile, Se Na goes on studying my Physics subject, not uttering a single word.

After almost half an hour of just studying and Se Na not talking, my hyung suddenly turns his attention to the one across him, querying, “Se Na-ya, what would you like for breakfast?”

“Hm?” she blinks several times, and then she rises from her chair, remembering that she has to cook. “Sorry. I forgot; I should be cooking right now, thanks for reminding me—”

“Ah, no! I was asking because I’d like to be the one to cook our meal for today,”

This makes my best friend’s brow rise. “What? No, no; what are you saying, you’re a guest!” she walks to the kitchen but Peniel-hyung follows in suit.

“Se Naaaa,” hyung says in a lower voice, asking to be listened to.

“Penpeeen,” she retorts, dismissing his argument. As they both disappear into the kitchen, I smirk to myself, because the two sound like a married couple arguing adorably over little things.

About two hours later, when sunlight already streams happily into the room—as seen from the view of the opened terrace, Se Na announces that breakfast is ready. In the middle of the meal, my hyung and my best friend keep on sassing at each other because of the meal itself.

“What are you saying,” hyung laughs, breathless. “It’s not my fault that you didn’t notice that the rice cooker wasn’t plugged in,”

Se Na makes a face at him. “Well you should’ve told me earlier!”

This feels like I’m watching a ping pong match while eating. Being in the middle, literally (hyung is on my left and Se Na is on my right) I don’t know whether I should stop them or laugh. As of now I am more inclined to the latter. “I did, Se Na!” hyung replies.

“Yeah but it was too late!” she sticks her tongue out at him.

After swallowing the noodles, which I’ve safely, gladly done so because I was laughing while I was at it, I say to them, “Okay, okay, eomma, appa, quit it with your little lovers’ quarrel now,”

In synch, the two turn beet red and yell, “SUNGJAE!”

Laughing yet again, I stand up and bow a little, like a real polite child, “Now if you’ll excuse me; I’ll go back to studying,” and I am given explosive reactions which highly please me.

***

Since it’s a Sunday, the three of us have the all of the day to seize for ourselves, and while hyung teaches me with the last half of what I’m supposed to study for my English subject, Se Na is outside, at the balcony; I think she’s talking to someone over the phone.

“It’s really simple, see?” hyung smiles at me, as he puts my score on the upper right corner of his makeshift quiz paper. “Look here, in number 7. You forgot something—this is supposed to be the past participle form of the verb. You put past tense,”

I nod. “Oops. Sorry,”

“Haha. It’s okay. Just remember this rule and it’s sure as you live that you’re going to ace the test. Now, is this all that you needed to study?”

I sort out my worksheets, and realize that I still have two more. “Well, on that lesson. I…I still have two more lessons left,”

“Very well. Take a rest first; we’ve been studying for two hours straight,” he says, planning to go to the balcony (I see what you do there hyung) whilst I settle myself in front of the couch to watch TV.

Really bored, I scan through the channels with no definite aim of what to watch. I click on the up button repetitively, my mind half-curious of nothing and everything at the same time. I’ve still got a lot of subjects to study and I barely have time to do so. Will I ace the tests? How will it turn out? Before the thoughts completely take over me I just let myself be distracted with what I’m watching. It’s a showbiz news, and it features our seniors, the seven-member boy band Infinite, and how some of the members are doing their solo and unit promotions right now. Letting myself get lost in what I’m watching, I just stare at the screen with only half of my attention paid to it.

After that, I sense that someone comes back into the room, and it’s Se Na and Donggeun-hyung. Seeing the look on my best friend’s face, she seems a little shaken, perhaps about something, but when our gazes collide she immediately puts on a smiley expression, saying, “Break time already, Yook?”

“I had hyung’s permission.”

She then seats herself on the couch’s arm rest to my right, and it kind of makes me question that there is a proper seat here and then she sits there. Choosing not to prod on this one, I just shut up.

Settling my arm on her thigh, I ask her, “So when are you going to teach me Physics?”

Twirling her phone with one hand, she looks down at me, “As soon as you’re done with your English subject.”

Now that’s a really good incentive to finish English. “Okay, call! Peniel-hyung, after we go to church let’s study English!”

“Alright then.” Agrees hyung.

And as it had been stated, about two hours after that assent the three of us are in church, and the preacher’s topic is about reaping what you sow. Alright, it makes me think, because the message sort of fits with my current life-state, I’mma study hard so I’ll get good grades. And I’ll work hard so our fanbase will expand more!

Beside me, Se Na just stares at the preacher with eyes wide open, and every now and then her gaze would drop, as if realizing something. Since she’s seated in the middle of me and Donggeun-hyung, he asks her, “Se Na-ya, gwaenchana?”

The girl shakes her head, an uncertain smile hanging on her lips. “I’m okay, I’m okay…it’s just that…I haven’t been to church in a while…”

“It’s alright,” much to Se Na’s—no, wait—much to our surprise, hyung slips his hand into hers and even interlocks their fingers. “That means the message is really effective. That’s a good sign,” he smiles.

Bewilderment overrides my better judgement when Se Na—however she manages to do this—doesn’t blush. Her chest just heaves down and she nods. “Yeah, a good sign,”

Clandestinely, I give her a quick, light nudge on the arm with my elbow. I make a face gag at her.

She just pays me with another face gag.

After the service, I feel lighter and I feel that I’m calibrated with even much more strength and the motivation to study, I don’t know; aside from the fact that I have Tutor Se Na as my incentive, the energy feels more…spiritual. It feels really nice, this sensation. I should probably do this some more.

The three of us drop by for an early dinner—the three of us eat jjampong which Se Na really enjoys, and when hyung and I are curious how different, i.e. spicier her bowl is, we ask her to give us a sample of the soup and whoa—we just experience hell inside our mouths. Sure, Koreans are used to spicy food, but Se Na’s just…a maniac.

“Okay, oh my gosh, hyung, I’m so excited to study, I don’t know why!!!” I squeal, when we finally get home. Se Na just rolls her eyes at my childishness.

“Why so?” Donggeun-hyung asks.

“I dunno; I’m just really in the mood right now!”

Suddenly, as if all at once, our phones beep, and when I open mine, what I see is a message from Minhyuk-hyung:

Hey-ho, hey-ho! The Lunch Box has finally updated!

Read to understand the story!

Kindly click the link below. I INSIST!

And herewith is the link of the latest chapter, which I open immediately. Getting the words from my mouth Peniel-hyung interjects—

“Oooh, look, The Lunch Box has updated!”

I assent. “Se Na, The Lunch Box has updated a new chapter!”

Just in time she looks up from the screen of her phone. “Y-yeah, I know…”

“Although, I can’t read it yet because I have to study…”

“Don’t worry; I’ll just tell you about it,” my best friend recommends, and throws me a towel. “Now take a bath; so you can study with a clear mind,”

Saluting, I say, “Yes, ma’am!”

It takes me only a short while to do so. When I get out of the bathroom I declare, “NEXT!” and I almost slap myself when I realize I’ve just interrupted a precious Peniel-Se Na moment. As soon as I hail my declaration hyung stands up.

“Okay, my turn!” he jitters, and immediately runs into the bathroom. As he passes by me, he holds my shoulder and pants, out of the girl’s earshot: “Oh my goodness, I lost my breath,”

And though I plan to ask why, I’m given no chance as he’s already shuffled inside.

Gee, Se Na takes hyung’s breath away.

A few hours later, good thing, I’m on the last lesson on what I need to study on my English subject. Due to Peniel-hyung’s attention being torn between reading the latest chapter of The Lunch Box and telling me how to correct my grammar,  we take a little longer.

“Hyung, how will this be like? Singular or plural form?” I say, staring down at the blank on which I should put my answer.

There’s a crease between hyung’s brows. He just goes on reading what’s on his phone.

I wait for a reaction, to see if he even heard me.

“Oh my gosh…” he breathes out of thrill, like something astounding had taken place in the story.

“Hyung!” I poke his arm with the eraser of my pencil.

“I-uh-what?”

“Aigoo. This tutor, really,” I cluck my tongue. “I was asking whether I should use the singular or plural form of the verb here,”

Hyung reads the number I’m currently answering. “Hmm…intervening phrases have nothing to do with that, so, singular.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I continue answering, and when I look for Se Na in the room, she’s just lazily lying on the couch watching TV.

“Se Na-ya!” hyung suddenly calls her. “Plot twist, plot twist!”

She turns. “What?”

“There’s a plot twist in The Lunch Box,”

“What plot twist?”

“Bo Mi is hiding something from her best friend!”

Se Na blinks, relatively confused. “What’s she hiding?”

“I…I don’t know…it’s just…that’s what I think…”

Smirking, the other answers, “Was there any hint dropped?”

“I…yeah.”

She shrugs. “Okay. Are you done with Sungjae’s English?”

“Yup, yup!” I flap my hand at her, motioning her to come over. “Come, come!”

Donggeun-hyung takes a look at my paper and smiles proudly. “Why, we really are done with it. Good.” He stands up and gestures with his hands that the girl ought to take his seat. “Okay, your turn, Se Na. I’ll hit the hay now; it’s midnight.”

“Thanks; good night,”

“Nightie, hyung,” I coo. Then, flapping my arms slightly, I turn to my tutor. “Okay, Physics! Bring it on!”

With her index finger, pokes my forehead lightly. “What’s with you, that you’re so anxious to study today?”

 “I don’t know…maybe because…you’re my tutor?”

She rolls her eyes with a dismissive smile. “Okay, Yook. Okay,”

“No, honest! It’s been a long time since we studied together, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now answer this.” She slaps a paper before me with questions written on it.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t you ‘what’s this’ me. Answer that,”

“But-but-but I…” I try to read what’s written. Not a single thing makes sense. “I don’t know  what this is!”

“Sure you do. Now answer that.”

“I thought you’re going to tutor me!” I whine.

Sighing, “That’s what you call a pre-test, Yook Sungjae. I’m doing that to see what you don’t know in this subject.”

“But I know nothing!”

“Uh, guys, if you don’t mind, kindly lower it down…someone’s trying to sleep here,” shoots up a hand from the back view of the couch, and we do minimize our voices, for the sake of Peniel-hyung.

Se Na just lazily narrows her eyes at me. “If you want me to tutor you, answer that.”

 I try to make myself look like the ‘Okay’ meme jpeg image. “Okay…”

“Okay, start.”

Face-to-face with the paper again, I take a deep breath. I shut my eyes for a long while and when I reopen them, the characters that seemed to be floating out of the page a while ago are now regrouping into coherent, readable phrases and sentences. Oh boy, for a moment there I thought I had dyslexia.

For a moment I think that Se Na loves to make my life difficult, but then when I look at the questions, I realize that it’s reasonably difficult. These are things I ought to know.

What are the questions? Here are some:

A mirror whose surface is curving outward is called a _______ mirror.

Converging lens is an example of a ____ mirror.

This is defined as free-fall with an initial velocity.

Acceleration due to gravity, oftentimes written with the symbol g, is of what value?

Sungjae is carrying a 10-kg sack of beans and walks toward the direction of Se Na. Sungjae is exerting work. True or false?

“Okay, I’m done,” I raise my mechanical pencil in the air.

“What, done already?” dubious, my tutor looks at my paper. “Yook, really. This has a lot of items. You ought to answer a bit more seriously,”

“I tried. I really did. Although, you could’ve put some choices there…hah,” I make circular motions with my pencil on the paper while Se Na reads. “Not just absolute identification,”

Scratching her head, she gives up. “Fine, fine. I’ll just check this,”

“Go do your thing. I’mma read The Lunch Box.” I snatch my phone and start reading the latest chapter.

It never fails to amaze me how seemingly banal, yet incredibly enticing the plot of this story is. It’s like you can imagine two alternate endings, and they are laid in front of you. Somehow you could imagine Bo Mi having her happy ending with Peniel, but at the same time you would feel bothered because Sungjae is also a possible lover of Bo Mi. Even the latter is already taking place, because Sungjae seems to be attracted to his best friend too. However, whenever I try to imagine if ever I were the Sungjae here, like, this really happened to me in real life, I’d feel rather betrayed, because Bo Mi ought to tell me her history with Peniel here. Sure, everyone has a secret they’d never tell, but I wish the author knew my thoughts on this one. Sungjae could’ve shared Bo Mi’s burden. He wouldn’t even mind it.

 “You got some wrong. Let’s see, out of 25 questions you answered sixteen…nine of which are correct.” Se Na’s voice breaks out after seven minutes of me reading. I’m still in the middle of the chapter. When I glance at her, all of a sudden I am stricken with a weird gut sensation. Se Na. What’s with Se Na? There’s a nagging feeling inside me but I couldn’t really hear what it says. It’s like a vague, very vague sense of familiarity that I can’t easily point out and now here, me sitting reading The Lunch Box and Se Na being present makes me intrigued about something that I can’t point a finger on. Like there’s this really thick grey fog that’s obscuring the truth—if that’s the best way I should call it—from me.

“What?” Se Na’s eyes are extra rounded, extra widened in wonder.

“Nothing, nothing…” my gaze soon falters.

“Jae, are you on drugs or something?”

The idea seems so preposterous, that I blurt, “What? Of course not!”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she eyes me, impugning.

“Of course. Why’d you ask?”

“You gave me the reason to ask. With you giving me that weird look and all.”

“Sorry.”

“Is it about The Lunch Box?”

I look down and now that she’s said it… “Yeah…”

“What about it?”

“I just….I don’t know. I want the author to update as soon as possible because I think I’m living in the dark. I’m really curious of what’s going to happen next,”

“Okay…?” I don’t know which part of my sentence makes her laugh. “Do you like the story?”

“That would be an understatement.” I chuckle. “It’s…intriguing.”

“Thank you,” she sort of breathes, very tenderly.

“Hm? Why are you thanking me?”

“Wh-what? Nothing. I’m just…really glad, that you like it.”

“Why so? Do you not like it?”

“I…I do. Well, I thought I was just…the only one…”

Finding no other reply for this, I just nod. “Arrasseo.”

She pushes the paper toward me. “Okay. Here. I put the correct answers and then we’ll have an oral test later. Review that. After the oral test we’ll proceed with the problem solving,”

“Got it.”

After a ten-minute round of finally knowing what the answers are to the questions that I miserably failed in answering, a certain curiosity suddenly peeks into me, which is of no relation whatsoever to what I’m studying. Out of the blue, I asked Se Na, “Se Na, how does it feel like?”

“What feels like what?”

“Being a writer.”

She scowls in thought. “Um. It’s a great thing…I guess?”

“Come on! Answer truthfully!”

“Okay, okay!” her shoulders go upward, and downward as she heavily breathes. “It’s like…leaving a part of your soul...of yourself…in what you write.”

I listen eagerly.

“Sometimes people mistake writers are just people with really vast imaginations…that may be true, yes, since even in the remotest of times we can generate an idea, but actually, writers just really love to write because it’s their only outlet.” She pauses. “For them, their writings are their treasures, treasures far more precious than any gold. Because that’s where they dispose their experiences, even their secret wishes and desires that they couldn’t even bring themselves to admit…

“You know what, Jae? Once I was surfing through the Internet when I stumbled upon this quote about writing. It was said by this guy named Ernest Hemingway. ‘There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.’ He said. And I felt like that was my whole life summarized in one quote, because that was really, really accurate.” She smiles, staring at nothing into space. She looks so pretty. “Writers…they’re one of the most honest people you’ll ever know.”

That’s when a peaceful kind of silence comes in between us. Looking back, I try to recall some of the poems and stories that I’ve read on “Se Na’s Book” as I call it—and one thing stands out. I remember that one poem that really struck me; it was a poem about a sparrow, whose home was destroyed, but then it found another nest in which it felt home, even more comfortably than its nest before. I smile, because maybe that was a metaphor about Se Na’s life. “Cool.” I suddenly say.

She looks at me weird. “Really. I give you a highly dramatic description of my life and then you’re just all, ‘cool’. Okay, what if I tell you, ‘Jae, I’m gonna die!’ you’ll just go, ‘Cool.’”

I laugh. “No, that’s not what I meant!”

She mock-imitates my laugh, “No, that’s not what I meant! In your face. You know what—you’re just distracting me. Are you done? Let’s have the oral test now—” she tries to snatch the paper but I beat her to it.

“—Ah this girl, really sulky! It’s not that I don’t care,” I clear up. Se Na calms down. “I meant to say, cool, as in awesome cool. I thought…I knew everything about you; I thought that writing was just a hobby of yours but then it turns out…it’s something you absolutely love. Like…what do you call this. Se Na without writing is like…lungs without air?” I recommend, smiling a bit sheepishly.

She pays me this dubious, but flattered look. Finally, she slaps me lightly on the arm, “Aw, stop it, you,”

“Just believe it,” I giggle. “And I’m really proud of you, I hope you know that.”

And in a short, yet long while we just sit there looking at each other’s eyes, trying to see through each other. Haply Se Na is still thinking that I only have the intention of flattering her, but with this smile, I let her know that I really mean it. Sure, she’s not a New York Times best-selling author, but I know what Se Na’s gone through. And it’s comforting that she has an outlet on what she feels. Other teens would resort to suicide or blaming others for how sad some things are in their lives, but Se Na makes a good product out of it.

Se Na, if I’m not mistaken, suddenly blushes at the way we’re like right now. I see that her cheeks turn pink before the white surface of a paper gets in between us, disallowing me to look at her. “Jae, I didn’t know you have ‘The Smoulder’.” Says she, responsible for holding the paper that’s blocking my view.

“What smoulder?”

“It…it’s just… You just look really pretty smiling like that and it’s really charming. Now I understand how your fans feel like,”

“Aigoo, you fell in love with me?”

She drops the paper, and sticks her tongue out at me. The pink on her face has now become obvious red.

“Yeee, Se Na has a crush on me!”

“Stop it,” she gags her expression.

I continue to goofily hum that in my seat but she tells me to focus our attention back to Physics, so I just keep it to myself. Geez, I didn’t know Se Na would get smitten by my charms. She seemed to be the only one immune to my so-called ‘mystic force’.  She’s always told me that I’m handsome but—wow, I must be really good-looking then.

By 2:30 AM we’re done with one lesson; that is, solving problems about Work. We’re both sleepy by then, so we resolve to ‘hit the hay’ like Peniel-hyung has.

“You’re alright there, right?” she asks me, as I lie on the other couch in the living room.

“Yep. Alright as I’ll ever be,” I cover my body with the blanket. “Nightie, Se Na.”

“Good night, Jae…”

And the flat goes lights-out, and we’re asleep.

The next morning, for some reason, I don’t really feel burdened that it’s a Monday. When I awake the sun is already high in the sky. There’s a pleasant smell wafting from the kitchen and, walking to it, I hear loud giggling and it’s already obvious from the sounds that the two are already up, making breakfast. They’re having an all-out pun battle, which ultimately cracks the two dorks up. There I see Se Na, her hair in a messy bun while she wears a pink apron, holding a spatula; and then Peniel-hyung who’s chopping the spices. It places me in a somewhat good mood in the early morning, because partly it’s cute seeing those two. However, part of me is also ruffled, and I am quite confused because suddenly, I feel like I’m thinking twice about giving Se Na to Peniel-hyung.

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took me pretty long, huh. I'm so sorry for not updating in a long while! although, I have a good news (which I think you wouldn't even care about but still) I'VE GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL !!!! hehehe. okay. and since it's our summer vacation now (I have two months) so expect the end of FNF by the end of May! updates shall be more frequent! although, just cheer me on because I'm a little dysfunctional sometimes. this chapter is a living proof, see -_-

anyway my little pumpkins, how are you? I missed you!

I have a question though, does anyone know the etymology of pna502? XD

sorry for the nonsensical chapter, by the way. I was a bit lost writing this. also, please excuse all the errata.

do you like it? .___.

okay. till the next update!

-b