Hayoung checked her phone; 11:27pm with no new message or missed call. It didn’t hurt as much as before so she pocketed her phone back, stuffing her books to her bag and zipping up her jacket, readying herself to go home. The waiter on the diner who already knew her well reminded her to take a taxi instead of the bus and Hayoung nodded politely even though she had no intention to ride a taxi at all.
She pulled her hoodie up to cover her head and Hayoung walked with her hands inside her jacket’s pocket. Her headset was blasting Nell’s Fantasy and she was just about to cross the road when a ruckus not far ahead from her taking Hayoung’s attention.
“Let me go!” a girl yelled. Basing from her pronunciation and her tone, she’s not entirely sober. “Ahjussi, if,” she hiccupped, “If you can’t give me love, I don’t care about your… your money!”
Hayoung looked around, there weren’t many people, and the few didn’t seem to care.
“I’ll give you love as much as you want, now come with me, I promise I’ll treat you good,” the middle-aged man said impatiently, tugging the girl’s arm, afraid that she would yell some more and attracted more attention from other passerby.
The girl hiccupped again. “… R-Really? You-You’ll love me?”
The man grinned. “Yes, of course. I’ll love you right.”
Hayoung rushed her steps to the girl’s side. “Unnie, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Come on, let’s go home, Father is worried.”
The girl turned her head, and Hayoung noticed just now that she’s Hyeri – that Lee Hyeri. Her face was a little bit red with trail of dry tears on her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy and glassy too; she’s been crying.
Putting her initial surprise aside, Hayoung shot a look at the middle-aged man, whose hand was still on Hyeri’s arm. “Let go of my sister, Ahjussi, or I’ll call our parents and the police too,” she said calmly – Hayoung knew her blank expression could make the grown-up uncomfortable.
The man glared at her but he let go, scurrying away.
Hyeri hiccupped before she looked at Hayoung. “But I’m not your unnie… I don’t have a sister…,” she shook her head in a cute manner, clearly under the influence of alcohol. “Sorry, Dongsaeng-ah,” and then she patted Hayoung’s head affectionately, making the younger a little bit flustered.
“Sunbaenim…,” Hayoung held Hyeri’s arm to stop her. “Let’s call a taxi for you, okay?” She pulled Hyeri to the side and called a taxi with her phone. Hyeri plopped down on the ground, not caring about her surrounding, and Hayoung left her to buy a bottle of water on a nearby convenience store. When Hayoung returned, Hyeri was still on the same spot where she left her. “Sunbaenim, please drink this.”
Hyeri eyed the bottle suspiciously. “That’s not beer,” she pouted.
Hayoung grimaced at the words. “No, Sunbaenim, this is something better.”
“… Really?”
“Yes, you should try it.”
Curious, Hyeri took the bottle and drank it. After she swallowed down, she looked even sadder than before. “This is just water…” She sniffed and looked like she could cry any minute soon.
Thankfully she didn’t, only pouted and muttered incoherent words, some that Hayoung picked up were words like, “You fool,” or, “I love you,” or, “Go die,” or, “I can’t live without you,” and she wondered whether it’s a break up. She couldn’t help but to remember Junhong’s bet with his friends. Was it Kim Jongin? Or Oh Sehun?
When the taxi finally arrived, Hayoung helped Hyeri get inside the vehicle, hoping she’s not too drunk to remember her address. “Sunbaenim, where do you live?”
“Home?” Hyeri raised her head, blinking several times as if the word triggered something in her memory. “Nooo! Hyeri doesn’t want to go home!” She shook her head furiously, whining. “Sehunnie! Hyeri wants to go to Sehunnie’s place!”
Hayoung felt even more lost. “But I don’t know Sehun Sunbae’s place…”
“Hehehe,” Hyeri was giggling, “But Sehunnie wrote down his address for all of us!” She fumbled around her purse and showed the inside of her wallet to Hayoung. There’re a paper there, with Sehun’s name, number, and address in a neat handwriting, along with Please contact me if there’s something happened to Lee Hyeri.
Hayoung stared at the paper for a second longer before she showed it to the taxi driver, making sure he’d drive Hyeri safely to the destination. She’s about to close the door, but then Hyeri held back her hand.
“Dongsaeng-ah!” Hyeri called. “What’s your name?”
She probably wouldn’t remember Hayoung in the morning, but still Hayoung bowed to her. “… I’m Oh Hayoung, Sunbaenim.”
“Oh…? … It’s like Sehunnie’s name! You’re Sehun’s dongsaeng!” Hyeri giggled cheerily – her mood swing was amazing, Hayoung thought. “You’re reaaally pretty. Byeee, Dongsaeng-ah!” she waved, and Hayoung smiled a little, closing the door for her.
When Hayoung was already on her bus, she thought back about her peculiar encounter with the senior.
She wasn’t really surprised and neither had she care that Hyeri drank, illegally, but the fact that Hyeri chose to go to Sehun’s house instead of going home pick Hayoung’s curiosity. The way Hyeri did it made Hayoung wondered if the girl already did that multiple times. But what about the principal? What the principal would say over his son’s friend, his student, coming to his house at midnight, drunk? Hyeri’s words of ‘Sehunnie wrote down his address for all of us’ also made Hayoung curious, was Sehun the emergency contact for all of his friends?
Hayoung thought of Junhong. He wouldn’t believe her, but she wouldn’t tell him anyway. It’s not her story to tell.
In the end Hayoung decided that all of them didn’t concern her and ...
Hayoung checked her phone; 11:27pm with no new message or missed call. It didn’t hurt as much as before so she pocketed her phone back, stuffing her books to her bag and zipping up her jacket, readying herself to go home. The waiter on the diner who already knew her well reminded her to take a taxi instead of the bus and Hayoung nodded politely even though she had no intention to ride a taxi at all.
She pulled her hoodie up to cover her head and Hayoung walked with her hands inside her jacket’s pocket. Her headset was blasting Nell’s Fantasy and she was just about to cross the road when a ruckus not far ahead from her taking Hayoung’s attention.
“Let me go!” a girl yelled. Basing from her pronunciation and her tone, she’s not entirely sober. “Ahjussi, if,” she hiccupped, “If you can’t give me love, I don’t care about your… your money!”
Hayoung looked around, there weren’t many people, and the few didn’t seem to care.
“I’ll give you love as much as you want, now come with me, I promise I’ll treat you good,” the middle-aged man said impatiently, tugging the girl’s arm, afraid that she would yell some more and attracted more attention from other passerby.
The girl hiccupped again. “… R-Really? You-You’ll love me?”
The man grinned. “Yes, of course. I’ll love you right.”
Hayoung rushed her steps to the girl’s side. “Unnie, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Come on, let’s go home, Father is worried.”
The girl turned her head, and Hayoung noticed just now that she’s Hyeri – that Lee Hyeri. Her face was a little bit red with trail of dry tears on her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy and glassy too; she’s been crying.
Putting her initial surprise aside, Hayoung shot a look at the middle-aged man, whose hand was still on Hyeri’s arm. “Let go of my sister, Ahjussi, or I’ll call our parents and the police too,” she said calmly – Hayoung knew her blank expression could make the grown-up uncomfortable.
The man glared at her but he let go, scurrying away.
Hyeri hiccupped before she looked at Hayoung. “But I’m not your unnie… I don’t have a sister…,” she shook her head in a cute manner, clearly under the influence of alcohol. “Sorry, Dongsaeng-ah,” and then she patted Hayoung’s head affectionately, making the younger a little bit flustered.
“Sunbaenim…,” Hayoung held Hyeri’s arm to stop her. “Let’s call a taxi for you, okay?” She pulled Hyeri to the side and called a taxi with her phone. Hyeri plopped down on the ground, not caring about her surrounding, and Hayoung left her to buy a bottle of water on a nearby convenience store. When Hayoung returned, Hyeri was still on the same spot where she left her. “Sunbaenim, please drink this.”
Hyeri eyed the bottle suspiciously. “That’s not beer,” she pouted.
Hayoung grimaced at the words. “No, Sunbaenim, this is something better.”
“… Really?”
“Yes, you should try it.”
Curious, Hyeri took the bottle and drank it. After she swallowed down, she looked even sadder than before. “This is just water…” She sniffed and looked like she could cry any minute soon.
Thankfully she didn’t, only pouted and muttered incoherent words, some that Hayoung picked up were words like, “You fool,” or, “I love you,” or, “Go die,” or, “I can’t live without you,” and she wondered whether it’s a break up. She couldn’t help but to remember Junhong’s bet with his friends. Was it Kim Jongin? Or Oh Sehun?
When the taxi finally arrived, Hayoung helped Hyeri get inside the vehicle, hoping she’s not too drunk to remember her address. “Sunbaenim, where do you live?”
“Home?” Hyeri raised her head, blinking several times as if the word triggered something in her memory. “Nooo! Hyeri doesn’t want to go home!” She shook her head furiously, whining. “Sehunnie! Hyeri wants to go to Sehunnie’s place!”
Hayoung felt even more lost. “But I don’t know Sehun Sunbae’s place…”
“Hehehe,” Hyeri was giggling, “But Sehunnie wrote down his address for all of us!” She fumbled around her purse and showed the inside of her wallet to Hayoung. There’re a paper there, with Sehun’s name, number, and address in a neat handwriting, along with Please contact me if there’s something happened to Lee Hyeri.
Hayoung stared at the paper for a second longer before she showed it to the taxi driver, making sure he’d drive Hyeri safely to the destination. She’s about to close the door, but then Hyeri held back her hand.
“Dongsaeng-ah!” Hyeri called. “What’s your name?”
She probably wouldn’t remember Hayoung in the morning, but still Hayoung bowed to her. “… I’m Oh Hayoung, Sunbaenim.”
“Oh…? … It’s like Sehunnie’s name! You’re Sehun’s dongsaeng!” Hyeri giggled cheerily – her mood swing was amazing, Hayoung thought. “You’re reaaally pretty. Byeee, Dongsaeng-ah!” she waved, and Hayoung smiled a little, closing the door for her.
When Hayoung was already on her bus, she thought back about her peculiar encounter with the senior.
She wasn’t really surprised and neither had she care that Hyeri drank, illegally, but the fact that Hyeri chose to go to Sehun’s house instead of going home pick Hayoung’s curiosity. The way Hyeri did it made Hayoung wondered if the girl already did that multiple times. But what about the principal? What the principal would say over his son’s friend, his student, coming to his house at midnight, drunk? Hyeri’s words of ‘Sehunnie wrote down his address for all of us’ also made Hayoung curious, was Sehun the emergency contact for all of his friends?
Hayoung thought of Junhong. He wouldn’t believe her, but she wouldn’t tell him anyway. It’s not her story to tell.
In the end Hayoung decided that all of them didn’t concern her and ...
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