You Belong With Me - Chapter Two
You Belong With Me
Chapter Two
School was the same to me as it probably was to any teenager. I started the day in Honors Literature and ended it in Physical Education, my least favorite class. I didn’t mind sitting through the Advanced Chemistry or Calculus or even the hour of Biology Two, but PE, I would rather have teeth pulled then have to do that.
It was bad enough that we all had to change into shorts and T-shirts but then add to that half the cheerleading team changing with you. I swear if Heechul’s shorts were any shorter the police would be on their way about a case of indecent exposure. Zhou mi wasn’t much better. Her shorts were only an inch longer and only made her incredibly long legs look even more so. Most of the guys in my class would spend most of the class time gawking at them.
The only saving grace to this class was Eunhyuk who shared it with me. She and I had found the longest shorts that we could get away with wearing, ones that stopped just above our knees, and immediately purchased them. Eunhyuk joined me in my hate for this class. It wasn’t that we hated sports. I don’t mind them every now and again and Eunhyuk enjoys them, especially soccer. I just hate having to listen to the jocks and the cheerleaders the whole time and Eunhyuk, in short, is a klutz.
Of course today was dodge ball day, one of Eunhyuk’s favorite and one of my most abhorred activities. There is no logic or strategy to the game besides giving the strongest guy on your team the ball to throw and then fleeing as if your life depended on it, since usually it did. Under typical conditions, I would have stood still and allowed myself to be hit early on, however the teacher had quickly picked up on my strategy and would make me run laps for the remainder of the game. So instead I tended to stand in a corner and try to blend in with the wall.
Eunhyuk loved this game because she found it was just like dancing. Her favorite part was the ducking and weaving. She could never catch the ball that was thrown at her and she didn’t have enough strength to throw it back very well.
Heechul and Zhou mi’s version of the game was probably the worst. They would simper and hide behind every jock on the team as if they were pitifully weak women. The moment all the guys were gone Zhou mi and Heechul would exchange smirks and then throw off their weak and pitiful air. I have never figured out how two girls who look so skinny and frail manage to throw the ball that hard.
By some rather impressive dodging skills, Eunhyuk was still in the game. I was as well, but not due to any skill. My presence was due to one of the rarely calculated events that almost never happens or, in other words, pure dumb luck. There was one guy left on our side, some sophomore I didn’t know, and only Heechul and Zhou mi to face us. They, of course, had the only two balls left.
Heechul smirked, giggled, threw her ball lightly into the air, caught it, and then sent it hurling at the guy. Zhou mi, with equal amounts of flare did the same. The guy caught Zhou mi’s ball but then took Heechul’s to the knee. That meant both Zhou mi and the guy were out of the game. Eunhyuk scooped up the free floating ball and the guy tossed me the one he had caught. “Good luck,” he told me as he went to join our cheering peers. Luck. Right. I would need a lot more than that. More like a miracle.
Eunhyuk and I looked at each other, took half a step together and threw our balls at Heechul. She easily, and dare I say gracefully, dodged both of them. She grabbed one of them and without out waiting threw it at Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk weaved her body sideways, to the wrong side. The ball hit her square on the forehead and rolled back to Heechul’s side of the gym.
“Heechul, below the shoulders,” the teacher reminded, sounding much less stern then he should have.
I helped Eunhyuk, who was rubbing the spot on her forehead, to her feet. “You ok?”
“Yeah, good luck,” she said as she walked off to the side.
“Call the ambulance,” I muttered, knowing I had little to no chance. When I looked up I saw Heechul holding a ball and waiting for me to focus again. I guess she wanted to completely humiliate me.
“Not even your Quantum Psychics can save you now, Kyu,” she told me.
“It’s Kyuhyun, and I’m surprised you can even string that many syllabus together,” I retorted.
Predictably she didn’t fly into a tizzy or some sort of a temper tantrum. Why would she when she was moments away from killing me? Instead she laughed and sent the ball flying at me. I tried to dodge it, really I did. I even tried to catch it. Despite all of my efforts, the ball hit me in the stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
“Heechul is the victor!” the teacher announced amongst cheers of our peers. Eunhyuk was immediately at my side, apparently the only one who was concerned that I was doubled over and clutching my stomach. “Ok kids hit the showers. Kyuhyun you alright?” Oh sure now the teacher cared.
“Fine,” I grumbled and straightened. There was no way I was going to go hobbling into the locker room. Heechul, from the middle of the mass of cheering students, looked my way and offered me what looked to be a real smile. I hated her.
Eunhyuk and I made short work of changing and gathering our things, so we could move to the gym and wait for the bell signaling the end of the day to ring. The afternoon announcements came over the loud speakers and for the most part I ignored them, until I heard my name. “Cho Kyuhyun, please report to the auditorium after school.”
“Huh?” I had no idea why I would be going there. After school the drama department was practicing for their annual musical. I loved to sing, but I mostly did that in my shower or the confines of my room. I wasn’t part of the production and probably never would be. Eunhyuk however was one of the leaders of the dance team.
“Beats me,” she said with a shrug, completely unbothered.
The bell rang, signaling the freedom for the students and the mass flowed out of classrooms into the hallway. I knew where the auditorium was but I followed Eunhyuk to her locker where she stored her gym clothes and then took a short pit stop to the bathroom.
By the time we actually arrived at the auditorium there were several students milling around, including, oddly enough, Sungmin. I paused and Eunhyuk ignored me in favor of going up on the stage to greet her friends.
“I didn’t know you were part of this,” I told him.
He offered me a shrug. “I’m not really. They need some muscle in the props department so Heechul asked me if I could get some of the guys to come help.”
“Heechul is in this?” I asked scowling.
“Yeah she loves to sing, dance, and act. Why?”
“No reason.” I was not going to relate to him how horribly I had just lost to her.
“Why are you here anyway?” he asked me.
“I have no idea,” I responded, straightening the bag on my back.
“Ok students,” came the shrill voice of the teacher in charge of this chaos. She was a stereotypical drama teacher, high voice, big glasses, and dramatic gestures. Need I say more? “Is Cho Kyuhyun here?”
“Yeah,” I said waving my hand. A look of relief flooded her face as she rushed over.
“Oh thank goodness. No one could figure how to work the sound board. There are too many buttons and knobs and things. Siwon said that you could figure it out. Please tell me you can. I’m desperate.”
I pondered this for a moment trying to decide my options. On one hand I could head home and spend the evening working on my homework and finish up with an hour or so of video games before finishing the novel I have been reading. On the other I could stay here and probably figure out how to work the machine while watching my best friend flirt with his girl friend all afternoon. My choice was clear.
“Come on Kyu, you don’t have anything better to do,” Sungmin said.
There went my choice. “Sure,” I said offering her my most convincing smile. “I can probably figure it out.”
“Great!” she literally jumped into the air as she gestured to the back of the room where the equipment was. “It’s back there.”
I nodded and sent Siwon, who was in the orchestra pit, a look detailing how much longer he had to live. He sent me one in return conveying just how sorry he was. Sungmin offered me a grin as I trudged back to my sentenced place for the next two and a half hours. I quickly sent my mom a text telling her that no, I did not die on the way home; I was staying to help with the musical. She returned one saying how thrilled she was that I was picking up an extracurricular activity and that she would see me later. I turned off my phone and set to work on the panel in front of me.
By the time the teacher had gotten Heechul to stop screeching in the back, Eunhyuk to stop popping because “this is a musical not some hooligan show for heaven’s sake” and generally called everyone to order, I had figured out the basics of the sound board. Now that that was done, I had nothing better to do then watch the rehearsal.
“Alright, my choreographers, you were working on the partnering choreography for our leads this weekend. Let’s see it,” the teacher instructed.
Shindong moved to center stage and cleared her throat. “This is what we came up with in the short time we had after the football game on Friday.” She nodded to Eunhyuk who returned the look before coming to center stage.
“Music,” the teacher said. The orchestra began to play. For the first few moments Eunhyuk was still and then she began to dance. I had seen Eunhyuk through all stages of life, since we grew up together. I had even seen her dance, but never once had I seen her dance like she did in that moment. Instead of her popping and the acrobatic stunts she usually did there was a fluid grace to her body. I hadn’t even realized she could dance in a contemporary way, but there she was, just down stage, putting so much passion into her movements that I fully believed it.
I had no idea what the scene was supposed to be but when a man stepped out and took her out stretched hand to cease her chaotic spinning across the stage, I caught me breath. They paused, as did the music, for a brief moment before spinning into action again, moving together across the stage.
Now I am not a dancer or a dancing critic, even though I can dance well enough when I need too, so I won’t pretend to know much about it. If I was, I would give them full marks. They moved across the floor together, working as extensions of each other. It wasn’t until he had lifted her above his head before carefully lowering her into his body and then slowly down to the floor, that I realized two things. First was that this dance was a pure romance and maybe even a depiction of an intimate thing. The second was that the man dancing with Eunhyuk was Donghae, member of the cheerleading team, and the boy Eunhyuk had had a crush on since the fourth grade.
The music rose and she spun out of his arms, floating across the stage. Donghae wasted no time in gracefully following after her and spinning her into him once more. As they crossed the floor together the music slowed until all but a violin had faded into silence. Then as the last few measures of the music were being played, Donghae dipped her and lowered her gently to the floor. The moment the music stopped Donghae was stretched out beside Eunhyuk, who was flat on her back, and leaning over her.
There was a moment of silence when no one was really sure what to do, and then everyone broke out into applause, myself included. Donghae rose grinning and offered his hand to Eunhyuk. She accepted it, blushing, and climbed to her feet where she bowed with him. After another moment she let go and hurried over to Leeteuk who was giving her a knowing grin.
“Well done! Magnificent choreography! Magnificent playing Henry!” Henry was our prodigy violin player. No one had any clue how he got to be as good as he was, but he rivaled the best violin players I knew.
“Boy it’s a good thing I recruited Hankyung to play the one I’m going to be dancing that with. No offence Kibum, but I’m not sure you could do that,” Heechul said lightly.
Kibum, who was noticeably shorter then Heechul shrugged. “None taken.”
“Alright! Eunhyuk, Donghae, you spend the afternoon teaching that to Heechul and Hankyung. Shindong, I want you to work on his solo dance with Kibum. Everyone else run through your lines if you have them! If not, to set making with you! Orchestra let’s talk music!” With their orders in mind there was a flurry of movement off the stage. Shindong and Kibum took the back so that she could work on his choreography. Heechul dragged Hankyung to the front of the stage where Eunhyuk and Donghae joined them to work on their piece. Leeteuk, who would not stop grinning at Eunhyuk, moved off to work on her lines. Several people disappeared to the hall where they would be working on props. That left me and my sound board with nothing to do, so I took out my homework and got to work.
“Hey,” I heard a voice call a little later and looked up to see Siwon. “Sorry about this,” he told me. In one hand he had his drum sticks, obviously on a break from playing.
“It’s fine,” I replied. In reality it was. Sungmin was in the hall and Heechul was on stage busy so I didn’t have to see them making faces at each other.
“I just figured that you would know how to work it,” he said apologetically.
“Really its fine, Siwon.” He nodded, reassured for the moment and looked at the stage where Heechul was practicing. Then he sighed. “You could just tell her how you feel, you know.”
“I… I don’t,” his head whipped around to face me, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Uh huh,” I went back to my homework.
“She has a boyfriend,” he said softly.
“So?”
“So it wouldn’t be right.”
I shrugged.
“Siwon,” the teacher called as she came up towards up. “Yesung and Ryeowook want to work on their duet for the final scene. Kyuhyun can you take care of the mics?”
“Sure,” obediently I closed my work as Siwon was dragged back down to his drum set.
The rest of the practice went by without further notable events. I turned things up and down when needed, figured out how not to make the microphones screech and even managed to get the instruments and voices to blend well together. Despite that I was glad when the teacher called it a day and sent us on our way.
“Wait for me,” Sungmin told me as he disappeared down the hall to retrieve his stuff from his locker.
“How’s your stomach,” Heechul asked as she stepped beside me and proceeded to check on the state of her nails. For a moment I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely concerned or not.
“Fine,” I said shortly. We stood in silence until Sungmin returned with Eunhyuk and Leeteuk trailing behind him. Heechul nodded to Eunhyuk and Leeteuk in greeting before wrapping herself around Sungmin’s arm.
“Hey,” he greeted her, all smiles. “Let’s go.”
I have no idea why I was walking home with them. I suppose it was because I couldn’t come up with a good excuse not too since they did live right next door to me. Instead I fell into step with Leeteuk and Eunhyuk. Leeteuk was teasing her about dancing with Donghae to which Eunhyuk retorted with the latest Kangin terrorism, which in turn set Leeteuk off ranting and safely averted the ribbing.
I chose to walk with them and fall into my own thoughts. Half way home Heechul turned and smirked at me over her shoulder. There was a telling look in her eyes, and I was hit with a brief moment of clarity. She knew.
Then she turned her head, tipped my best friend’s head up with a finger and pressed her lips fully to his. I hated her.
Chapter Three
AN: I'm mean I know! It will all make sense eventually! Ok so I know that some of you are waiting for the next chapter of From the Soul to the Song. Please be patient. My beta has fallen ill and hasn't been able to get the chapter back to me (and trust me you want to wait for her to be done with it). As soon as I get it, it will go up I promise. I didn't really intend to post this but I'm spasing right now about my life and your comments always make me feel warm and gooey inside. (Plus it is pouring rain here and that just sucks...)
Chapter Two
School was the same to me as it probably was to any teenager. I started the day in Honors Literature and ended it in Physical Education, my least favorite class. I didn’t mind sitting through the Advanced Chemistry or Calculus or even the hour of Biology Two, but PE, I would rather have teeth pulled then have to do that.
It was bad enough that we all had to change into shorts and T-shirts but then add to that half the cheerleading team changing with you. I swear if Heechul’s shorts were any shorter the police would be on their way about a case of indecent exposure. Zhou mi wasn’t much better. Her shorts were only an inch longer and only made her incredibly long legs look even more so. Most of the guys in my class would spend most of the class time gawking at them.
The only saving grace to this class was Eunhyuk who shared it with me. She and I had found the longest shorts that we could get away with wearing, ones that stopped just above our knees, and immediately purchased them. Eunhyuk joined me in my hate for this class. It wasn’t that we hated sports. I don’t mind them every now and again and Eunhyuk enjoys them, especially soccer. I just hate having to listen to the jocks and the cheerleaders the whole time and Eunhyuk, in short, is a klutz.
Of course today was dodge ball day, one of Eunhyuk’s favorite and one of my most abhorred activities. There is no logic or strategy to the game besides giving the strongest guy on your team the ball to throw and then fleeing as if your life depended on it, since usually it did. Under typical conditions, I would have stood still and allowed myself to be hit early on, however the teacher had quickly picked up on my strategy and would make me run laps for the remainder of the game. So instead I tended to stand in a corner and try to blend in with the wall.
Eunhyuk loved this game because she found it was just like dancing. Her favorite part was the ducking and weaving. She could never catch the ball that was thrown at her and she didn’t have enough strength to throw it back very well.
Heechul and Zhou mi’s version of the game was probably the worst. They would simper and hide behind every jock on the team as if they were pitifully weak women. The moment all the guys were gone Zhou mi and Heechul would exchange smirks and then throw off their weak and pitiful air. I have never figured out how two girls who look so skinny and frail manage to throw the ball that hard.
By some rather impressive dodging skills, Eunhyuk was still in the game. I was as well, but not due to any skill. My presence was due to one of the rarely calculated events that almost never happens or, in other words, pure dumb luck. There was one guy left on our side, some sophomore I didn’t know, and only Heechul and Zhou mi to face us. They, of course, had the only two balls left.
Heechul smirked, giggled, threw her ball lightly into the air, caught it, and then sent it hurling at the guy. Zhou mi, with equal amounts of flare did the same. The guy caught Zhou mi’s ball but then took Heechul’s to the knee. That meant both Zhou mi and the guy were out of the game. Eunhyuk scooped up the free floating ball and the guy tossed me the one he had caught. “Good luck,” he told me as he went to join our cheering peers. Luck. Right. I would need a lot more than that. More like a miracle.
Eunhyuk and I looked at each other, took half a step together and threw our balls at Heechul. She easily, and dare I say gracefully, dodged both of them. She grabbed one of them and without out waiting threw it at Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk weaved her body sideways, to the wrong side. The ball hit her square on the forehead and rolled back to Heechul’s side of the gym.
“Heechul, below the shoulders,” the teacher reminded, sounding much less stern then he should have.
I helped Eunhyuk, who was rubbing the spot on her forehead, to her feet. “You ok?”
“Yeah, good luck,” she said as she walked off to the side.
“Call the ambulance,” I muttered, knowing I had little to no chance. When I looked up I saw Heechul holding a ball and waiting for me to focus again. I guess she wanted to completely humiliate me.
“Not even your Quantum Psychics can save you now, Kyu,” she told me.
“It’s Kyuhyun, and I’m surprised you can even string that many syllabus together,” I retorted.
Predictably she didn’t fly into a tizzy or some sort of a temper tantrum. Why would she when she was moments away from killing me? Instead she laughed and sent the ball flying at me. I tried to dodge it, really I did. I even tried to catch it. Despite all of my efforts, the ball hit me in the stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
“Heechul is the victor!” the teacher announced amongst cheers of our peers. Eunhyuk was immediately at my side, apparently the only one who was concerned that I was doubled over and clutching my stomach. “Ok kids hit the showers. Kyuhyun you alright?” Oh sure now the teacher cared.
“Fine,” I grumbled and straightened. There was no way I was going to go hobbling into the locker room. Heechul, from the middle of the mass of cheering students, looked my way and offered me what looked to be a real smile. I hated her.
Eunhyuk and I made short work of changing and gathering our things, so we could move to the gym and wait for the bell signaling the end of the day to ring. The afternoon announcements came over the loud speakers and for the most part I ignored them, until I heard my name. “Cho Kyuhyun, please report to the auditorium after school.”
“Huh?” I had no idea why I would be going there. After school the drama department was practicing for their annual musical. I loved to sing, but I mostly did that in my shower or the confines of my room. I wasn’t part of the production and probably never would be. Eunhyuk however was one of the leaders of the dance team.
“Beats me,” she said with a shrug, completely unbothered.
The bell rang, signaling the freedom for the students and the mass flowed out of classrooms into the hallway. I knew where the auditorium was but I followed Eunhyuk to her locker where she stored her gym clothes and then took a short pit stop to the bathroom.
By the time we actually arrived at the auditorium there were several students milling around, including, oddly enough, Sungmin. I paused and Eunhyuk ignored me in favor of going up on the stage to greet her friends.
“I didn’t know you were part of this,” I told him.
He offered me a shrug. “I’m not really. They need some muscle in the props department so Heechul asked me if I could get some of the guys to come help.”
“Heechul is in this?” I asked scowling.
“Yeah she loves to sing, dance, and act. Why?”
“No reason.” I was not going to relate to him how horribly I had just lost to her.
“Why are you here anyway?” he asked me.
“I have no idea,” I responded, straightening the bag on my back.
“Ok students,” came the shrill voice of the teacher in charge of this chaos. She was a stereotypical drama teacher, high voice, big glasses, and dramatic gestures. Need I say more? “Is Cho Kyuhyun here?”
“Yeah,” I said waving my hand. A look of relief flooded her face as she rushed over.
“Oh thank goodness. No one could figure how to work the sound board. There are too many buttons and knobs and things. Siwon said that you could figure it out. Please tell me you can. I’m desperate.”
I pondered this for a moment trying to decide my options. On one hand I could head home and spend the evening working on my homework and finish up with an hour or so of video games before finishing the novel I have been reading. On the other I could stay here and probably figure out how to work the machine while watching my best friend flirt with his girl friend all afternoon. My choice was clear.
“Come on Kyu, you don’t have anything better to do,” Sungmin said.
There went my choice. “Sure,” I said offering her my most convincing smile. “I can probably figure it out.”
“Great!” she literally jumped into the air as she gestured to the back of the room where the equipment was. “It’s back there.”
I nodded and sent Siwon, who was in the orchestra pit, a look detailing how much longer he had to live. He sent me one in return conveying just how sorry he was. Sungmin offered me a grin as I trudged back to my sentenced place for the next two and a half hours. I quickly sent my mom a text telling her that no, I did not die on the way home; I was staying to help with the musical. She returned one saying how thrilled she was that I was picking up an extracurricular activity and that she would see me later. I turned off my phone and set to work on the panel in front of me.
By the time the teacher had gotten Heechul to stop screeching in the back, Eunhyuk to stop popping because “this is a musical not some hooligan show for heaven’s sake” and generally called everyone to order, I had figured out the basics of the sound board. Now that that was done, I had nothing better to do then watch the rehearsal.
“Alright, my choreographers, you were working on the partnering choreography for our leads this weekend. Let’s see it,” the teacher instructed.
Shindong moved to center stage and cleared her throat. “This is what we came up with in the short time we had after the football game on Friday.” She nodded to Eunhyuk who returned the look before coming to center stage.
“Music,” the teacher said. The orchestra began to play. For the first few moments Eunhyuk was still and then she began to dance. I had seen Eunhyuk through all stages of life, since we grew up together. I had even seen her dance, but never once had I seen her dance like she did in that moment. Instead of her popping and the acrobatic stunts she usually did there was a fluid grace to her body. I hadn’t even realized she could dance in a contemporary way, but there she was, just down stage, putting so much passion into her movements that I fully believed it.
I had no idea what the scene was supposed to be but when a man stepped out and took her out stretched hand to cease her chaotic spinning across the stage, I caught me breath. They paused, as did the music, for a brief moment before spinning into action again, moving together across the stage.
Now I am not a dancer or a dancing critic, even though I can dance well enough when I need too, so I won’t pretend to know much about it. If I was, I would give them full marks. They moved across the floor together, working as extensions of each other. It wasn’t until he had lifted her above his head before carefully lowering her into his body and then slowly down to the floor, that I realized two things. First was that this dance was a pure romance and maybe even a depiction of an intimate thing. The second was that the man dancing with Eunhyuk was Donghae, member of the cheerleading team, and the boy Eunhyuk had had a crush on since the fourth grade.
The music rose and she spun out of his arms, floating across the stage. Donghae wasted no time in gracefully following after her and spinning her into him once more. As they crossed the floor together the music slowed until all but a violin had faded into silence. Then as the last few measures of the music were being played, Donghae dipped her and lowered her gently to the floor. The moment the music stopped Donghae was stretched out beside Eunhyuk, who was flat on her back, and leaning over her.
There was a moment of silence when no one was really sure what to do, and then everyone broke out into applause, myself included. Donghae rose grinning and offered his hand to Eunhyuk. She accepted it, blushing, and climbed to her feet where she bowed with him. After another moment she let go and hurried over to Leeteuk who was giving her a knowing grin.
“Well done! Magnificent choreography! Magnificent playing Henry!” Henry was our prodigy violin player. No one had any clue how he got to be as good as he was, but he rivaled the best violin players I knew.
“Boy it’s a good thing I recruited Hankyung to play the one I’m going to be dancing that with. No offence Kibum, but I’m not sure you could do that,” Heechul said lightly.
Kibum, who was noticeably shorter then Heechul shrugged. “None taken.”
“Alright! Eunhyuk, Donghae, you spend the afternoon teaching that to Heechul and Hankyung. Shindong, I want you to work on his solo dance with Kibum. Everyone else run through your lines if you have them! If not, to set making with you! Orchestra let’s talk music!” With their orders in mind there was a flurry of movement off the stage. Shindong and Kibum took the back so that she could work on his choreography. Heechul dragged Hankyung to the front of the stage where Eunhyuk and Donghae joined them to work on their piece. Leeteuk, who would not stop grinning at Eunhyuk, moved off to work on her lines. Several people disappeared to the hall where they would be working on props. That left me and my sound board with nothing to do, so I took out my homework and got to work.
“Hey,” I heard a voice call a little later and looked up to see Siwon. “Sorry about this,” he told me. In one hand he had his drum sticks, obviously on a break from playing.
“It’s fine,” I replied. In reality it was. Sungmin was in the hall and Heechul was on stage busy so I didn’t have to see them making faces at each other.
“I just figured that you would know how to work it,” he said apologetically.
“Really its fine, Siwon.” He nodded, reassured for the moment and looked at the stage where Heechul was practicing. Then he sighed. “You could just tell her how you feel, you know.”
“I… I don’t,” his head whipped around to face me, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Uh huh,” I went back to my homework.
“She has a boyfriend,” he said softly.
“So?”
“So it wouldn’t be right.”
I shrugged.
“Siwon,” the teacher called as she came up towards up. “Yesung and Ryeowook want to work on their duet for the final scene. Kyuhyun can you take care of the mics?”
“Sure,” obediently I closed my work as Siwon was dragged back down to his drum set.
The rest of the practice went by without further notable events. I turned things up and down when needed, figured out how not to make the microphones screech and even managed to get the instruments and voices to blend well together. Despite that I was glad when the teacher called it a day and sent us on our way.
“Wait for me,” Sungmin told me as he disappeared down the hall to retrieve his stuff from his locker.
“How’s your stomach,” Heechul asked as she stepped beside me and proceeded to check on the state of her nails. For a moment I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely concerned or not.
“Fine,” I said shortly. We stood in silence until Sungmin returned with Eunhyuk and Leeteuk trailing behind him. Heechul nodded to Eunhyuk and Leeteuk in greeting before wrapping herself around Sungmin’s arm.
“Hey,” he greeted her, all smiles. “Let’s go.”
I have no idea why I was walking home with them. I suppose it was because I couldn’t come up with a good excuse not too since they did live right next door to me. Instead I fell into step with Leeteuk and Eunhyuk. Leeteuk was teasing her about dancing with Donghae to which Eunhyuk retorted with the latest Kangin terrorism, which in turn set Leeteuk off ranting and safely averted the ribbing.
I chose to walk with them and fall into my own thoughts. Half way home Heechul turned and smirked at me over her shoulder. There was a telling look in her eyes, and I was hit with a brief moment of clarity. She knew.
Then she turned her head, tipped my best friend’s head up with a finger and pressed her lips fully to his. I hated her.
Chapter Three
AN: I'm mean I know! It will all make sense eventually! Ok so I know that some of you are waiting for the next chapter of From the Soul to the Song. Please be patient. My beta has fallen ill and hasn't been able to get the chapter back to me (and trust me you want to wait for her to be done with it). As soon as I get it, it will go up I promise. I didn't really intend to post this but I'm spasing right now about my life and your comments always make me feel warm and gooey inside. (Plus it is pouring rain here and that just sucks...)