“Babe, promise me one thing.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?"

“Myungsoo-ah, do me a small favor.”

“Small favor?"

“For me, just for me... let's try to keep a distance from your group of friends. Stay away from them if you have to. You know, I always hated the fact that they were the ones who pulled you into getting all interested in soccer. Why soccer, Myungsoo? They are nothing but a bunch of boys who makes up to be a bad influence to the others. Seems to me, they have no future ahead of them.”

“Jae Rin, why are you stopping me from soccer? Is there a thing that I don’t understand? If so, make me understand. My friends, they have nothing to do with my interest in soccer. As my girlfriend, I expected better from you."

“You, sweetheart, deserve to do so much more. You’re smart, intelligent and capable. My father wanted you to be in my school but in all, why did you choose to be defiant and stubborn-headed. It’s tough on my side, seeing that you chose to be in a school filled with delinquents, and rebels. I had to keep our relationship as a secret. What would my friends think about me being with someone from Woollim, and we are the complete opposite? Work on your academic, build a successful path for yourself and you can do so much more than kicking a muddy soccer ball around the field. Soccer will get you nowhere.”

“Jae Rin, we’re breaking up.”

“What? No Myungsoo. I’m doing what’s right for you. We’re not breaking up. W-we, are just taking a break from one another. You-hear-me? Kim Myungsoo? We will meet soon. I will see you at Seoul High in a few weeks. No, I will try to sneak into your school. You hear me, sweetheart?”

Click, slam.

We would think that we’re invincible, or at least we think that we are.
 
We would think that we’re heading towards the right direction, or at least we think, that’s the path that keep us sane.

We would think that the world is against us, or at least there might just be someone who isn't.

We would think that no one cared but the unlikely does happen.
 

Holy crap, I, Park In-Na, have no intention of giving a care towards the situation. But eventually, I did.

Bam once. I ignored it. Bam twice. I rolled over in my bunk, refusing to look over to the double decker bed, opposite of me. Bam thrice, it triggered a reaction from me: mouth agape, eyes turned awe-stricken. Bam fourth, I decided to give in, and make that hasty decision to climb right up to the metal ladder of my roommate’s double-decker bed, to check if he’s doing okay.

I jumped right off my bed’s ladder, in a swift position. It occurred to me that Sungyeol has music plugged into his ears, hence, blocking out the commotion or in better terms, wiping away the sounds made by Myungsoo’s mental breakdown. Woohyun was no better – an eye mask and equally deaf with Kara’s music blaring from his ears. He’s such a fan-boy underneath that tough look. If I weren’t stuck in this identity, I would have taken a video and have it posted to the school’s website – for blackmailing purposes.

If there has been something, definitely wrong with my head, it would be now. I couldn’t care less about what’s going on with Myungsoo’s life, but seeing that I have overheard the conversation, where he is lined in between two important things: soccer, or his love life, I couldn’t help but to intervene. He needed help, whether he realized it or not. The whole ‘dorm buddies’ relationship thing has definitely wreck a freaking huge hole in my head.

I slipped into their double-decker bed, climbing up the ladder to Myungsoo’s bunk. Wearing an uneasy smile, I lightly jabbed him in the arm. Myungsoo stared at the ceiling, his face covered with disheveled thoughts. His eyes, they appeared fragile. This time, I could see it. He has been holding on for too long.

“Myungsoo, are you okay?” I whispered, feet dangling, rather awkwardly on their bed’s steps.

Millions of thoughts hovered across my head, thinking that I have just made the wrong move. My rebellious (I don’t give a flipping care about others attitude), that impenetrable wall that I have built overtime has just crumbled, plummeted to the ground. I was starting to care about this roommate of mine.

He sprang up from his position, throwing his blanket over my head. “Why do you care, nerd? You’re from Seoul High, the prestigious school in South Korea. Which part of my problems, can you even relate to?” he shoved me away, his eyes blurring with frustration. Mixed emotions. One thing that I could tell, he didn’t want me to care.

“I heard your conversation with her. I can help you-” I fumbled with my words, lowering my eyes in exasperation. The words spilled out, almost uncontrollable. “I can relate to your problems.”

“I don’t need your help, nerd. Go back to sleep!” he hissed. Myungsoo pushed me, leaving me with no other option but to back away from him. His expression thinly veiled with infuriation, annoyance, grief and disappointment. All of that infused into one. Before I knew it, he has slipped into a black hoodie, rushing for the door.

“Myungsoo, wait!” I called over, where he slammed the dormitory’s door shut. Sungyeol and Woohyun – asleep, still dead as a rock. God dammit. I thought I was the only one who’s capable of sleeping right through a hurricane.
 

I knew myself better than anyone does. I knew that I wasn’t the kind to just chase after someone – not when they have clearly bruised my ego or have jumbled up my orderly thoughts. Scattered my thoughts, tore open my rigid image, and made me all the more confused and to make it worse, I still chose to give a flipping damn. So with that, this was