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it isn’t often siyoon encounters those who don’t like her, nevertheless those who have decidedly – if not to annoy her further – formed an opinion of hatred of her. with her exceedingly good looks, never emptying wallet and GRACIOUS heart; how could anyone hate her? she was an angel – a GIFT to the world. she was allowed to dislike others, of course, they were just not allowed to return the sentiment.
such was not the case with son chanho.
though they shared the same group of friends and often crossed paths when doing through their daily tasks, the pair had never quite clicked. venomous words were all that flowed between the pair, sighs of anguish sounding when stumbling upon one another yet again ( siyoon could often be heard exclaiming that ‘if the devil was going, [she] wouldn’t be there!’ ) and any opportunity to get away from one another was taken with pleasure. it was the only way they could understand one another.
the equation worked perfectly, and empty threats stayed as such –– until the parental factor was added. an invitation to dinner ( which siyoon had happily accepted ) had resulted in the two paired together for marriage, a ‘perfect union set up by the heavens’ according to their parents. neither wanted to disappoint their parents ( though her morals were guided by the allowance she received monthly rather than familial love ) and so they’d – for now – agreed to go along with it.
currently, the pair were following the streets that would lead them home, returning from a group hang out with their friends. they would fall into the act once entering a close proximity to their folks, but for now, she’ll trail behind him as if falling into step with the male was the ultimate sin. ( she wouldn’t deny how nicely the street light hit his frame, however, she would never admit to the long glances she had taken to discover such a fact. )
“can’t you walk any slower? you might be daddy long legs up there, but people with normal bodies can’t cover an entire block in one step.” a pause as she readjusts her skirt, arms crossed tightly against her chest. “i don’t see why we couldn’t have taken a cab or something –– or why you don’t have a car! seriously, what kind of guy doesn’t have a car these days?”
nothing much had happened that day and if he were to count the exam that he had done so surprisingly bad on then today was considered a CRAPPY day. having to kick at the pavement (which surely wasn’t any good for his already worn out sneakers) for the past half hour to wait for siyoon to pry herself away from company turned out to be the fucking cherry on top.
his lips gradually thinned out into a straight line, -- doing little to disguise the discomfort that laid visible through his lack of expression. chanho wasn’t a man of many words to begin with and it turns out that siyoon rendered him speechless for all the WRONG reasons. his assumptions about her barely skimming past the fifth grade still stood, -- that was the only explanation he had as to why every conversation they shared resulted in an endless pit of his own frustration.
his fingers rested idly within his pockets, his right earphone repeatedly hitting his chest while the left one remained secure in his ear, and his steps leading him down an all too familiar route. he could barely pick up the muffled complaints coming from not too far away (this was clearly exaggerated because the street was quite narrow and her voice was oh so annoyingly persistent).
❛ you call that body of yours normal? ❜ a light insult thrown her way, she probably expects it by now. he laughs to himself because he finds it funny before glancing over his shoulder with a sort of blank stare. ❛ what kind of girl gets TIRED from walking a few blocks? quit complaining. we’re almost there, ❜ he breathes out and at this point, -- he’s indifferent about whether or not she had actually heard him.
then he wonders what his parents were thinking when they had acknowledged whatever had become of this... NEGOTIATION. surely, they didn’t hate him but every passing minute with her started to prove otherwise.
