Under The Surface Ch04
I actually have more chapters written, but I've just been too lazy to post any of it. For like...4 months lol. >.<
But I decided to start posting/writing again, so here's chapter 4.
Title: Under The Surface
Fandoms: Wonder Girls & 2PM ft. some DBSK
Pairing: Yeeun & Chansung/Jaebum (and some others)
Rating: PG/PG-13
CHAPTER 04
Yeeun pulled up a chair next to the round table, where Sunye and Chansung were sitting stiffly. She sat down slowly, afraid to break the silence.
“So um.” Chansung began extremely awkwardly. “Sunye…I haven’t seen you in a while. A long while,” he added.
Sunye glowered at him, but Yeeun could see a longing and security in her eyes. She knew about Sunye’s history with Wooyoung, but she didn’t know that she knew all the boys working at 10 Out of 10. Today was turning out to be quite bizarre.
Sunye gripped her cup of coffee so that her knuckles turned white. “I see that business is going pretty well, Chansung.” A faint smile crossed her tightened lips. “Much better than the old one…”
“Of course.”
There was an awkward silence. Yeeun could tell that they were on the edge of something that Sunye didn’t want to talk about, and Chansung knew it. Perhaps her relationship with Wooyoung?
They all glanced up again as the door jingled open and Jaebum walked in toward them. He dragged another chair up and slipped into it. “Well, Sunye. How’s life since you left us?” His voice was conversational yet cold at the same time. His eyes were indifferent.
Sunye looked a bit nervous and wary now, as if under interrogation. “Not too great. I…miss…the old times. But I did what I had to, and…I don’t regret it.”
Jaebum shook his head. “Never quite got over Wooyoung, did you?”
Sunye turned a shade of deep red, her eyes narrowing defensively. “What? I-yes of course I have. That was like two years ago!” Yeeun moved her chair a little closer to Sunye protectively. She wasn’t going to see her best friend get bullied by these guys. “Why must you be so blunt?”
Jaebum shrugged. “It’s the truth, isn’t it?” A rhetorical question. Everyone sitting around the table knew her answer to that question.
Sunye stood abruptly and took Yeeun’s sleeve in her hand. Yeeun could feel her hand shaking, just slightly, a tremor. “We’ll…be leaving now. Don’t think that just because I’ve left the gang that I’m vulnerable now.” Yeeun looked up at her in question; they had just gotten there, but the look in Sunye’s eyes was not something to be argued with. Recognizing defeat, Yeeun stood as well, and her eyes locked onto Chansung’s.
“Well,” Chansung said. “Come back and visit sometime will you Yeeun?” He nodded at Sunye. “We’ll be expecting you too.”
Jaebum stood to usher them out. “We’ll talk again, Sunye.”
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Sunye was quiet on the bike ride home. She pedaled faster than usual and Yeeun, sitting behind her, had to clutch tightly to her shirt to keep herself on the bike. There was definitely some sort of aura emanating from Sunye. Sadness? Anger? Nostalgia maybe? Yeeun decided to wait until they got home.
A few minutes later, Sunye had locked her bike on the bike rack in front of their apartment building and the two headed up the stairs to the third floor, where their room was.
Yeeun had been living with Sunye and her aunt ever since her parents divorced. It wasn’t that neither of them wanted her; they just couldn’t decide, so she took the initiative to leave herself. Sunye’s aunt was a lawyer, so she was able to support the both of them, although Yeeun tried her best to make her own money.
Their apartment, contrary to their appearances at school, was quite humble. The walls were cream colored, and an assortment of old sofas and couches rested against them, a three-legged wooden table sitting in the center. Yeeun shared a bedroom, the first door on the left in the narrow hallway, with Sunye while Sunye’s aunt had the other room to herself. Not that Yeeun was complaining though. When Yeeun moved in, they put a mattress in Sunye’s room, so that Yeeun had a place to sleep. Further down the hall were a single bathroom and the kitchen. Yeeun had always wondered why the kitchen was the furthest room from the living room. She set her backpack down on a stool sitting near the door.
“Sunye?” Yeeun began, a bit nervously. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you go.”
Sunye gave a weak smile, collapsing onto the couch. “Nah, don’t worry. How were you supposed to know anyways?” She patted the spot next to her, signaling for Yeeun to sit. She sat, and there was a long silence. But there was no need for words. I did know, Yeeun realized. She just didn’t know it was going to be that bad.
“But do you miss him?”
Sunye nodded, sighing. “I guess so. I miss everything.” She slumped backwards on the couch. She waved her arm dismissively. “Whatever…it’s all over anyways. There’s no going back now.” Yeeun didn’t delve into it anymore after that. Instead, she got up and moved to the kitchen to make dinner. It was late, and Sunye was sure to be hungry.
“Where’s Imo?” Yeeun called to Sunye, referring to her aunt. She saw her as her own mother since she had been here for so long.
“She said she had a lot of work to do today,” Sunye called back. Yeeun heard shuffling down the hallway and Sunye appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. “I’ll help you cook. There’s nothing else to do.” She went under the sink to grab a pot and placed it on the stove. “Let’s make chicken eh?”
Yeeun nodded. Honestly, she didn’t care much for what she ate. Food was food, and food was good. She pulled the plate of left over chicken strips from the refrigerator and poured them into the pot so they could heat up. She leaned over the countertop to get the salt and soy sauce.
“So I haven’t asked you yet,” Sunye said. Yeeun gulped. She knew what was coming. “What were you doing today? And there, of all places, of all people.”
Yeeun didn’t know how to tell Sunye what she had been doing. What was she going to say? Oh, just figuring out the best place to suicide? She laughed cynically, earning her a weird look from Sunye.
“Well?”
Yeeun knew she wasn’t going to talk Sunye out of this. “It…had the highest roof,” she whispered slowly, two answers in one.
As she expected, she was turned sharply by the shoulder, and Sunye stared into her eyes. “What? Were you doing what I think you were doing?”
Yeeun cast her eyes down at her socks. They seemed so distant. She nodded ever so slowly.
Sunye released her shoulder and put a hand to her forehead. Her anger was gone and concern and worry replaced it. “But why Yeeun?” Yeeun simply shook her head. She didn’t even know why she wanted to do it herself. Sunye, realizing this, turned to the stove with a heaving sigh and scooped the chicken out. “You gotta tell me things like this. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…you know.” She put the dish on the square table, Yeeun turning to watch her. “So Chansung found you up there huh?”
Yeeun nodded. “I wouldn’t have done it…really.”
“Maybe, but still.” Sunye gave a lopsided smile. “Well, Chansung’s always been the soft one in the group. He’s always had a knack for seeing disasters. Although I do believe if anyone else had found you up there, they would have stopped you as well.”
“I would hope they would,” Yeeun said with a small laugh. She set the table for two and sat down across from Sunye. “Will you ever go back there?”
Sunye scoffed. “Hah, I doubt it. I don’t think I could bring myself to anymore. Not saying that you can’t though. What do you think of Chansung anyway?” She leaned forward toward Yeeun expectantly.
Yeeun rolled her eyes. Typical Sunye. “Wow, how could you be talking about this now?” Sunye didn’t answer, just shrugged. Yeeun laughed. “He’s really nice. Like an older brother.” Sunye sat back disappointingly. “Yeah, Sunye, just a brother.” Then she remembered how her heart skipped a beat when he’d looked into her eyes and smiled. “Well…actually,” she began again. Sunye brightened up. Yeeun changed her mind. “Nothing.”
“Alright, sure,” Sunye said teasingly.
Yeeun glanced at her. “Hey Sunye,” she said seriously. “Can you keep this a secret? You know, like what happened today? I don’t really want the school, or anyone really, to know about it.”
“Of course,” replied Sunye, smiling at her. “Isn’t that what friends are for?”
If you want to read chapters 1, 2, & 3:
One | Two | Three