just you wait.
just you wait.
f(x). sulli/krystal. pg.
we're the most ionic of bonds.
--
As soon as she entered the classroom, the gossiping started. Soojung heard her sister’s name thrown around along with mean comments that made her skin itch. She sighed, hiking her bag higher up on her shoulder and tried to ignore the looks she received as she headed for her desk with her head down. Like usual, her desk was littered with messily scribbled notes and empty snack wrappers that she crumpled without acknowledging. After the first few times it had happened, Soojung had learned that ignoring them was better than getting upset by the hurtful remarks.
She hung her bag on the edge of her desk and sat down, jumping up almost immediately with a shriek as sharp pinpricks of pain erupted along the backs of her thighs. She whirled around, looking down at her seat and felt her face heat with anger when she noticed the small silver thumbtacks.
Her classmates were laughing in earnest at her misfortune and when Soojung turned to them, looking for the culprit, they all met her gaze without any remorse. Her anger faded quickly after that, replaced with embarrassment and shame.
It was just another morning from Jung Soojung.
--
Morning classes soon faded into afternoon gym and her class filed out of their homeroom to the lockers to change. Soojung was quiet as she changed, even as the talk turned to busy excitement at the track and field events scheduled that day. She had liked gym, before, but now she dreaded it if only for the fact that the middle aged man that taught it could care less if she was shoved onto the ground or if her hair was pulled during a game.
She reached for her sneakers, but before she could grasp them, they were snatched right off the bench. Soojung immediately stood up, glaring at the girl who’d grabbed them and held her hand out. “Give them back!” she demanded, feeling anger swell up once again. Heejoo, who was big and boisterous with a personality rougher than most of their male classmates, ignored her and tossed them right over Soojung’s head to her friend, who caught them with ease. She watched with frustration as they tossed her sneakers around the locker room, bringing the other girls into the game of keep away, laughing at her as she futilely tried to get them back.
It wasn’t until they were intercepted by a tall girl with a wide smile that Soojung got them back. “Oh, oops! I didn’t know we were playing keep away from her!” Her face was apologetic, but her voice was bright and unrestrained.
Choi Jinri was their class’s angel. She was tall and pretty with big eyes that turned into little moons when she smiled and she was nice to everyone. Even Soojung.
“Thank you.” She muttered and tried to move passed the taller girl but was stopped by a hand gripping her arm and pulling her in close.
“Hey, it’s track and field today and I want you on my team!” Jinri grinned down at her, seemingly unfazed by the scowls the other girls were giving her and Soojung fought down the blush she was sure was already starting to spread on her face and hurriedly ducked under her arm.
--
Any acceptance Soojung might have earned after her spectacular performance during gym was mostly evaporated as soon as the lunch bell rang.
By chance, she managed to be one of the first ones in line and quickly got her lunch tray, stomach gurgling unhappily at not being fed yet, and made her way to the back of the cafeteria where she sat alone.
But before she could even step away from the line, her tray was taken right out of her hands. Heejoo stood there, flanked by her friends and gave her a nasty smile. “Thanks for getting my tray, I just hate waiting in line.”
Soojung bit her lip to keep from saying anything back, the last thing she needed was a confrontation, and just turned around to get back in line. Unfortunately for her though, the line had grown from only a couple of students to a couple dozen and she sighed as her stomach growled again.
Too long of a time after, she finally had another tray in hand and she looked around, frowning when she didn’t see Heejoo and her cronies, but took that as a good thing and headed for her table.
Unfortunately, luck was not on her side and her classmate seemingly appeared out of nowhere, empty tray in hand. “Lunch was good, you’ll enjoy it,” she said, making Soojung frown in confusion.
“Hasn’t today been enough Heejoo? Just let me eat my lunch in peace,” she said, staring at the other girl. She blinked in surprise when Heejoo moved away, making a path for her to walk and Soojung didn’t think twice before taking it, not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
As a foot came out to trip her, she realized she shouldn’t have thought so much of Heejoo.
Her lunch tray went flying from her hands, falling onto the ground with enough noise that it alerted the entire cafeteria. Soojung joined her lunch on the floor, uniform getting stained as well as the unpleasant feeling of rice stuck in her hair.
“Floor food builds character, don’t you know?”
She looked up, eyes flickering around the cafeteria as she took in the laughing faces of her classmates, the people who should be her friends. Soojung could feel her eyes watering, her body shaking from anger, embarrassment and resentment and got up as quickly as she could before running out of the cafeteria, the jeering laughter following her like a raincloud.
She didn’t notice the pair of concerned eyes following her all the way.
--
It only took three months into her first year before Soojung found a way up to the school’s rooftop. The rooftop was a sanctuary for her, nearly inaccessible thanks to the administrations nearly procedural like efficiency in keeping it locked up (one case of a student’s jumping from the ledge was all it took), but Soojung was nothing if not clever.
She pressed herself into a corner of the rooftop, pulling her knees to her chest and pressing her face against them to hide the fact she was nearly sobbing.
The bullying was something she always had to deal with, ever since her sister debuted, but this was the worst it had been in ages. She had finally started thinking her classmates were bored with messing with her.
She was wrong.
Soojung could still remember the first few instances clearly. She had told her entire class with pride about how her sister was going to debut in a girl group from one of the best entertainment agencies thinking it would push her to instant popularity. It had, but only for a short while until Jessica had been paired up with a Super Junior member in some lame clothing ad and the entirety of her class decided Jessica was a threat to their nonexistent chances at marrying him and was a harlot for even thinking to breathe the same air as him and as her younger sister, Soojung was treated in the way they wish they could to Jessica.
She hadn’t gone with the sudden bullying quietly; she’d fought back, yelled and cursed just as much as they had, but she’d been outnumbered then just as she was now and even the teachers weren’t willing to do much.
Jessica had, in a rare moment of being able to talk to the other girl, tried to console her, but at that point Soojung’s anger had turned on her. She’d yelled, throwing politeness out of the window, calling her a bad sister because how could someone who was meant to protect her be that irresponsible? How could the big sister who was always a beacon of pride for her be so intensely disliked? Why couldn’t she join a more respectable group that didn’t get into scandals with their own labelmates?
Jessica had been silent throughout her entire rant, but after Soojung was reduced to heaving mess, she had spoken up with a small voice.
“I’m sorry I’ve become your embarrassment. If I could, I would quit just to make you happy.”
Soojung let out a scream of frustration at the memories, running her hands through her dirty hair, and kicked her feet onto the hard ground. It would be easier if she had someone, anyone really, but the only person who’d ever helped her out was the cause of her troubles and she was at a loss.
She tried calming down, resting her head back against the stone wall, and felt her head ache with exhaustion at her crying fit. That and the mindless feeling of hunger made the cool pressure against her cheek almost unnoticeable until it was accompanied by a soft voice and she blinked her eyes open.
Leaning over her, backed by the late afternoon sun, was Jinri. Soojung felt her breath catch because she’d always thought the rumors of the other girl being an actual angel were silly, but seeing her now, hair stirred by the slight breeze and a soft smile on her pink lips, she thought there might be a little truth in it.
“I saw what happened at lunch, are you hungry?”
It was then that Soojung noticed the bottle of milk in her hand, the other holding a packaged bread bun. She opened her mouth to speak up, to tell the other girl to go away, but her stomach grumbled embarrassingly loud at the sight of the food.
She nodded instead and brought her legs down and folded them, immediately flushing in embarrassment when she realized just how dirty her uniform had gotten; bits of seaweed, rice, and kimchi staining her white blouse and tried to hide.
“It’s fine, I brought your gym clothes, I figured they would be better than a dirty uniform.” Jinri pushed the milk and bread onto her lap and reached behind her, pulling out a familiar bag and Soojung felt a sense of gratefulness at her behavior.
Jinri didn’t have to be nice to her, didn’t have any reason to actually, and yet she was. Soojung was the class loner and target while Jinri was the perfect girl; it was like the president being friends with a homeless person.
“Go on, eat. I got red bean since I don’t know what you prefer. For us being in the same class for two years, I don’t know much about you,” Jinri said and Soojung opened the package, stuffing nearly the whole thing in her mouth which earned her a bright laugh from Jinri.
“Slow down or you’ll choke!” She reached for the milk bottle, pulling the straw from the side and stabbing it carefully through the foil. “Here, drink this,” she said and Soojung was surprised when she brought it to her lips herself.
That’s how they spent the rest of the lunch period, Jinri periodically making Soojung drink as she pulled another two bread buns out for her. She even picked clumps of rise from her hair in an intimate gesture that had Soojung’s chest burning.
“We’re going to be the best of friends, Jung Soojung. Just you wait.”
f(x). sulli/krystal. pg.
we're the most ionic of bonds.
--
As soon as she entered the classroom, the gossiping started. Soojung heard her sister’s name thrown around along with mean comments that made her skin itch. She sighed, hiking her bag higher up on her shoulder and tried to ignore the looks she received as she headed for her desk with her head down. Like usual, her desk was littered with messily scribbled notes and empty snack wrappers that she crumpled without acknowledging. After the first few times it had happened, Soojung had learned that ignoring them was better than getting upset by the hurtful remarks.
She hung her bag on the edge of her desk and sat down, jumping up almost immediately with a shriek as sharp pinpricks of pain erupted along the backs of her thighs. She whirled around, looking down at her seat and felt her face heat with anger when she noticed the small silver thumbtacks.
Her classmates were laughing in earnest at her misfortune and when Soojung turned to them, looking for the culprit, they all met her gaze without any remorse. Her anger faded quickly after that, replaced with embarrassment and shame.
It was just another morning from Jung Soojung.
--
Morning classes soon faded into afternoon gym and her class filed out of their homeroom to the lockers to change. Soojung was quiet as she changed, even as the talk turned to busy excitement at the track and field events scheduled that day. She had liked gym, before, but now she dreaded it if only for the fact that the middle aged man that taught it could care less if she was shoved onto the ground or if her hair was pulled during a game.
She reached for her sneakers, but before she could grasp them, they were snatched right off the bench. Soojung immediately stood up, glaring at the girl who’d grabbed them and held her hand out. “Give them back!” she demanded, feeling anger swell up once again. Heejoo, who was big and boisterous with a personality rougher than most of their male classmates, ignored her and tossed them right over Soojung’s head to her friend, who caught them with ease. She watched with frustration as they tossed her sneakers around the locker room, bringing the other girls into the game of keep away, laughing at her as she futilely tried to get them back.
It wasn’t until they were intercepted by a tall girl with a wide smile that Soojung got them back. “Oh, oops! I didn’t know we were playing keep away from her!” Her face was apologetic, but her voice was bright and unrestrained.
Choi Jinri was their class’s angel. She was tall and pretty with big eyes that turned into little moons when she smiled and she was nice to everyone. Even Soojung.
“Thank you.” She muttered and tried to move passed the taller girl but was stopped by a hand gripping her arm and pulling her in close.
“Hey, it’s track and field today and I want you on my team!” Jinri grinned down at her, seemingly unfazed by the scowls the other girls were giving her and Soojung fought down the blush she was sure was already starting to spread on her face and hurriedly ducked under her arm.
--
Any acceptance Soojung might have earned after her spectacular performance during gym was mostly evaporated as soon as the lunch bell rang.
By chance, she managed to be one of the first ones in line and quickly got her lunch tray, stomach gurgling unhappily at not being fed yet, and made her way to the back of the cafeteria where she sat alone.
But before she could even step away from the line, her tray was taken right out of her hands. Heejoo stood there, flanked by her friends and gave her a nasty smile. “Thanks for getting my tray, I just hate waiting in line.”
Soojung bit her lip to keep from saying anything back, the last thing she needed was a confrontation, and just turned around to get back in line. Unfortunately for her though, the line had grown from only a couple of students to a couple dozen and she sighed as her stomach growled again.
Too long of a time after, she finally had another tray in hand and she looked around, frowning when she didn’t see Heejoo and her cronies, but took that as a good thing and headed for her table.
Unfortunately, luck was not on her side and her classmate seemingly appeared out of nowhere, empty tray in hand. “Lunch was good, you’ll enjoy it,” she said, making Soojung frown in confusion.
“Hasn’t today been enough Heejoo? Just let me eat my lunch in peace,” she said, staring at the other girl. She blinked in surprise when Heejoo moved away, making a path for her to walk and Soojung didn’t think twice before taking it, not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
As a foot came out to trip her, she realized she shouldn’t have thought so much of Heejoo.
Her lunch tray went flying from her hands, falling onto the ground with enough noise that it alerted the entire cafeteria. Soojung joined her lunch on the floor, uniform getting stained as well as the unpleasant feeling of rice stuck in her hair.
“Floor food builds character, don’t you know?”
She looked up, eyes flickering around the cafeteria as she took in the laughing faces of her classmates, the people who should be her friends. Soojung could feel her eyes watering, her body shaking from anger, embarrassment and resentment and got up as quickly as she could before running out of the cafeteria, the jeering laughter following her like a raincloud.
She didn’t notice the pair of concerned eyes following her all the way.
--
It only took three months into her first year before Soojung found a way up to the school’s rooftop. The rooftop was a sanctuary for her, nearly inaccessible thanks to the administrations nearly procedural like efficiency in keeping it locked up (one case of a student’s jumping from the ledge was all it took), but Soojung was nothing if not clever.
She pressed herself into a corner of the rooftop, pulling her knees to her chest and pressing her face against them to hide the fact she was nearly sobbing.
The bullying was something she always had to deal with, ever since her sister debuted, but this was the worst it had been in ages. She had finally started thinking her classmates were bored with messing with her.
She was wrong.
Soojung could still remember the first few instances clearly. She had told her entire class with pride about how her sister was going to debut in a girl group from one of the best entertainment agencies thinking it would push her to instant popularity. It had, but only for a short while until Jessica had been paired up with a Super Junior member in some lame clothing ad and the entirety of her class decided Jessica was a threat to their nonexistent chances at marrying him and was a harlot for even thinking to breathe the same air as him and as her younger sister, Soojung was treated in the way they wish they could to Jessica.
She hadn’t gone with the sudden bullying quietly; she’d fought back, yelled and cursed just as much as they had, but she’d been outnumbered then just as she was now and even the teachers weren’t willing to do much.
Jessica had, in a rare moment of being able to talk to the other girl, tried to console her, but at that point Soojung’s anger had turned on her. She’d yelled, throwing politeness out of the window, calling her a bad sister because how could someone who was meant to protect her be that irresponsible? How could the big sister who was always a beacon of pride for her be so intensely disliked? Why couldn’t she join a more respectable group that didn’t get into scandals with their own labelmates?
Jessica had been silent throughout her entire rant, but after Soojung was reduced to heaving mess, she had spoken up with a small voice.
“I’m sorry I’ve become your embarrassment. If I could, I would quit just to make you happy.”
Soojung let out a scream of frustration at the memories, running her hands through her dirty hair, and kicked her feet onto the hard ground. It would be easier if she had someone, anyone really, but the only person who’d ever helped her out was the cause of her troubles and she was at a loss.
She tried calming down, resting her head back against the stone wall, and felt her head ache with exhaustion at her crying fit. That and the mindless feeling of hunger made the cool pressure against her cheek almost unnoticeable until it was accompanied by a soft voice and she blinked her eyes open.
Leaning over her, backed by the late afternoon sun, was Jinri. Soojung felt her breath catch because she’d always thought the rumors of the other girl being an actual angel were silly, but seeing her now, hair stirred by the slight breeze and a soft smile on her pink lips, she thought there might be a little truth in it.
“I saw what happened at lunch, are you hungry?”
It was then that Soojung noticed the bottle of milk in her hand, the other holding a packaged bread bun. She opened her mouth to speak up, to tell the other girl to go away, but her stomach grumbled embarrassingly loud at the sight of the food.
She nodded instead and brought her legs down and folded them, immediately flushing in embarrassment when she realized just how dirty her uniform had gotten; bits of seaweed, rice, and kimchi staining her white blouse and tried to hide.
“It’s fine, I brought your gym clothes, I figured they would be better than a dirty uniform.” Jinri pushed the milk and bread onto her lap and reached behind her, pulling out a familiar bag and Soojung felt a sense of gratefulness at her behavior.
Jinri didn’t have to be nice to her, didn’t have any reason to actually, and yet she was. Soojung was the class loner and target while Jinri was the perfect girl; it was like the president being friends with a homeless person.
“Go on, eat. I got red bean since I don’t know what you prefer. For us being in the same class for two years, I don’t know much about you,” Jinri said and Soojung opened the package, stuffing nearly the whole thing in her mouth which earned her a bright laugh from Jinri.
“Slow down or you’ll choke!” She reached for the milk bottle, pulling the straw from the side and stabbing it carefully through the foil. “Here, drink this,” she said and Soojung was surprised when she brought it to her lips herself.
That’s how they spent the rest of the lunch period, Jinri periodically making Soojung drink as she pulled another two bread buns out for her. She even picked clumps of rise from her hair in an intimate gesture that had Soojung’s chest burning.
“We’re going to be the best of friends, Jung Soojung. Just you wait.”