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! chapter four ─── ʚĭɞ

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Yeori hesitated, just for a moment. She didn't know whether or not it was the greatest idea really; she hadn't seen Seojun since the proclamation of their break up, and the first time just had to be after she got him out of trouble.

If she knew what was best for her, she would ignore the Han boy at all costs and avoid his gaze and words as she slipped away into the night with his stupid motorcycle helmet and gloves. He would deserve it if she stole it and never saw it again. It would be a much better idea just to disappear with them and leave.

But alas, there was no opening for her to get out, and instead her feet dragged against the stairs and she forced herself down, the thin rope of the cosmetic store bag rubbing against her wrist as her hands clutched the helmet.

She let out a sigh as she came to a stop in front of him, watching as he pushed his hands into his pockets, looking down at her. "Why do you always get into trouble?" She asked. It was almost rhetoric - over the course of their relationship Yeori had questioned it many times, and never got a straight answer.

"Why did you wait so long to push the alarm?" Seojun replied, a small smirk reaching his lips as he flickered hair out of his eyes. Clearly, he didn't feel so conflicted about seeing her again. "You know those punches hurt."

"Yeah?" Yeori raised her eyebrows. "Well someone had to give them to you, and if it wasn't me then I'm glad someone did."

"Ah, you're so heartless."

"Fuck off, Seojun." She snapped, the helmet transferring to one hand and swinging by her side as she jabbed her finger towards him. "You don't get to do that to me! You don't get to just appear out of the blue. And why did you get into trouble, again?"

"I didn't mean to." He replied, shifting uncomfortable on his feet.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes and bringing the helmet up to her hands again and staring down at it for a moment. "Then take your stupid helmet and don't come near me again."

In several quick movements she had pushed the helmet into his chest, leaving him to catch it before turning away, clutching as the straps of her bag of purchases as she walked away.

Seojun watched, gaze dropping as he exhaled. He cleared his throat, idea sparking as he took a step forward. "Yeori?" The Han boy called. Her retreating footsteps came to a stop, she turned to face him. "I'm sorry." He added.

"Well, that's the first time you've said that me." She replied, before turning around once again and continuing her journey, only speeding up on her way.

Seojun smiled as he shook his head. He was glad she hadn't changed all that much - her attitude had gone straight back to what it had been prior to them dating.. except she didn't like him so much. "I'll see you at school!" He shouted after her, watching as she glared at him again.

"I better not, bastard!" She replied, hand reaching behind her to stick her middle finger up at him before abruptly turning to take the steps back down onto the labyrinth of shopping streets.

There was no way that Yeori could go to dance now. She was just too distracted, her mind would always be elsewhere and there was no chance of her being able to focus on it. It was so... unsettling to see him again. And she wished she could deny it, but it made her heart ache terrible, a painful thudding sounding in her ears even as she thought back to it.

Her fists tightened, her eyes widening as she felt her nails dig into something. Raising her hands, she saw the red and black leather of his gloves clutched between her hands. Her mind wavered, heart trembled, before she came to a resolution. This was good.

This meant she could burn them.

And with her mind elsewhere for the rest of the night, she arrived home fifteen minutes later, the angry resolve forcing the door to shiver on it's hinges as she pushed it open, hearing it slam back closed behind her.

The smell of cooking meat filled her nostrils, and as tasty as the scent was, it couldn't lift her move. Kicking off her shoes, Yeori made her way further into the house. Her dad was behind the stools by the counters - he had cooked for them ever since Yeori's mom died - peering over the hob before looking up and seeing her pass.

"I thought we were getting a home invasion." Mr Kwon joked, only able to spare a glance before looking back at his pot. "Come on, what's with the slamming door? I thought you would be in a good mood, it's a Friday, and I'm making stir-fry. Why did you slam the door."

Sat at the table in front of the kitchen, one knee pulled to his chest and foot balanced on the chair, Donghyun giggled as he looked away from his homework. "Dad, you should know this. It's because she's a girl.. OW!"

Yeori had hit him around the back of his head with the bag full of makeup, storming towards the stairs and stomping up them, the sound of her bedroom door slamming echoing back down into the kitchen.

Seungwon let out a sigh. "Donghyun, didn't we talk about why you don't say those things to your sister?" He asked. "Forget about the homework and come watch dinner. No - I don't want to hear it. Come and stir. Now."

Donghyun rolled his eyes and dropped his pencil, getting up and replacing his father by the pot, watching as Seungwon made his way up the stairs, hands pulling at the wooden railing. He came to a stop outside of the closed door, staring down at the image pinned to it consisting of idols her and Sooa loved.

He knocked on the door before entering, before being faced with the sight of his daughter laying curled up across her once neatly-made bed, head nestled between the many decorative cushions.

Her school bag, dance bag and makeup bag had been discarded by the door, her blazer wrapped close around her torso and from what he could see of her hands, she had acquired something made of black and red leather.

"What happened, darling?" Mr Kwon asked, sitting down beside her. The bed dipped long the edge as he adjusted his seat, moving the cushions out of the way until she moved her head. "Come on, Yeori, just tell your old dad what's upset you and how he can help."

"I'm not upset." Yeori let out a sigh, feeling the hand stroke over her hair. "I'm not. I swear." She added, when Seungwon didn't say anything. "I'm not upset, I'm angry."

Mr Kwon nodded slowly. That did make sense - considering the violence, door slamming and lack of interest in their dinner, joined with the fact she clearly hadn't gone to dance like she was supposed to. "Why are you angry?" He asked.

Yeori pushed herself up into a sitting position, hands quick to smooth out her hair that had become untidy from her collapse. "I saw Han Seojun." She grumbled, knuckles tightening around the leather before launching them across the room. "Bastard." She added, before slumping back down onto the mattress.

Mr Kwon stared down at her, letting out sigh. "Language." He patted her shoulder. "I'll give you a minute to calm down, I'll call you when dinner's ready.. and if you want to talk, I'll be right downstairs."

Yeori nodded as he made his way out. She listened to the door close before turning over, eyes landing on the pair of motorcycle gloves. Seconds later, she let out a groan and threw a cushion at the closed door.

All of a sudden, she didn't feel very well.