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! chapter eleven ─── ʚĭɞ

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Between Yeori and Soojin, Hyunkyu was thoroughly reprimanded (as much as the former could bear before the poor boy's expression made her laugh), not so long after Yeori returned to the classroom as well. Once Jugyeong returned, all remnants of cream gone from her pretty face, apologies were made and Taehoon and Sooa finished their celebrations just in time for the next lesson, as they hurried to put the desks back in place and sweep up the confetti.

Yeori could easily admit she was not the best at learning English; she could read and write pretty well, and with all the dancing she did to Western music it was easy to listen to, but she struggled thoroughly in speaking it, no matter how many little phrases from the media infiltrated their everyday speech. Next came Chemistry, which went by without thorough distraction as she worked side by side with Suho - he seemed to excel in any subject at all and this worked entirely in her favour - although Jugyeong seemed to be recovering from the anxiety of earlier that day and took several strange turns over the day, including being rather scared of Suho.

It was odd, Yeori could so easily put him in his place because she knew him, but to any stranger he was sure to be scary. His demeanour was cold and he was far too quiet for anyone's liking really, so she could understand her being nervous. She tried to reassure her best she could that Suho didn't expect anything in return for his earlier actions, but there was no promise that her advice had been taken, except that Jugyeong seemed to become a little more relaxed in the classroom.

But that was not all Yeori had to worry about in that mishap of a day. When she came back from the Chemistry lab for their final lesson, she found a bottle of the peach and lemon drink she liked waiting on her desk. Attached on it was a hastily scrawled note stating, simply; 'give me my gloves back'. A glare has found a way into her eyes as she settled in her desk and the teacher began to speak, and she ripped the note from the bottle and returned it to Seojun's desk behind her and unscrewed the cap.

He was entirely relentless in his pursuit of getting his gloves back, as though he didn't have another pair waiting at home. As always, he had lost his ability to be useful, and Yeori was growing impatient in his attempts to gain them back and thus, as anger bubbled once more, she ignored him.

After school, she used dance to rid herself of some of the frustration and returned home to find herself in charge of walking back to school to pick Donghyun up from his soccer practise and ensure that he came to the planned dinner at the barbecue restaurant just down the road, and finished the evening by doing homework and replying to messages from the rest of the dance crew about when next to meet so they could practise for their next video showcase.

The next morning came quickly, and in a fit of indecisiveness she made her way through half her closet before picking out a pink heart-print cardigan and a matching bow to join her uniform, pretty makeup to match and a ribbon to pull her hair back as it fell in waves. As always, her father gifted her with an ice cup and her choice of the packet drinks on hand for her breakfast to make it easier, supplying her with an all-too delicious meal of kimchi rice and almost-out of date snacks from the store.

It was a nice morning, and she had just enough time to meander along to school without getting the bus. Particularly warm sun beat down over her as she walked, listening to the distant growl of a motorcycle engine that was no doubt Seojun approaching one of the streets near school to park his bike, it distracted her, momentarily, and as she came to the coffee cart that stood outside the school grounds and usually taken advantage of by teachers as they came to school, she was greeted by the most peculiar sight.

Yeori had just discarded the plastic cup in the recycling bin provided when she turned to cross and found a rather old car stopped just past the painted zebra lines. Mr Han's car had seemingly broken down on the way to the school's parking lot, and he was getting help from a woman with a short, sleek bob in business dress that was somehow strikingly family.

"Good morning, Yeori." Mr Han noticed her quickly as she rushed over the crossing.

"Good morning, Mr Han." Yeori replied dutifully, bowing. "Are you having car troubles?"

"Yes, unfortunately, but no worries, I have found great luck in some help." The teacher replied. At the mention, the woman straightened up and turned to face her, and Mr Han could only watch as his student paused, entirely still.

Yeori blinked, as recognition glimmered on both her own and the woman's face. She seemed to re-animate at that, and bowed once more. "Miss Lim." She greeted, the representative of Move Entertainment certainly not a welcome sight that morning. Despite that, Yeori had actually quite liked the woman, however had not seen her since the days before the.. incident almost a year before, and it brought a bitter taste to her mouth rivalling that of the iced americano she had drunk on the way there.

"Yeori." Heekyung seemed similarly taken aback to see her there. "It's nice to see you again, glad you are doing well."

"Thank you, you too." Yeori replied, too stiffly for her liking. She floundered, for a moment, before finding her tongue. "I have to get to class, but I hope Mr Han's car isn't too much of a problem for you." She smiled, bowed once more and disappeared behind the plentiful foliage, entirely grateful for it now.

It had been a shock, but just like Seojun, she refused to let it ruin her day.