My Girl Pt.2 - chae moo-shin
Summary | Yoon Eun-ji and her sister Eun-byeol have always been a problem for their strict father, who insists they study with private tutors at home. However, both reject that controlled life and, after an intense argument, decide to leave. Eun-byeol, the more reserved and rational of the two, finds unexpected motivation to attend school when she meets a shy teacher who sparks her curiosity and respect. Meanwhile, Eun-ji, rebellious and hard to impress, crosses paths with a mysterious, quiet boy with a shaved head who saves her from a group of bullies. Fascinated by his enigmatic presence and silent strength, Eun-ji becomes obsessed with him and decides to attend the same school just to find out who he really is.
Pairing | chae moo-shin x fem!oc (yoon eun-ji).
Genre | 2000s era, romance.
Warnings | fluff, romance, obsession.
Author's note | English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.
Night had already fallen over the city, covering the streets with its dark and silent cloak. The streetlights flickered intermittently, casting long shadows on the pavement. Eun-ji and Eun-byeol wandered aimlessly, their bodies exhausted after hours of walking with no clear destination.
Finally, they found a bench under the dim light of a lamp post and collapsed onto it with a sigh.
"Eun-ji... I’m hungry," murmured Eun-byeol, resting her head on her older sister's shoulder. Her voice sounded weak, almost like a whisper carried away by the wind.
Aquí tienes la traducción al inglés:
Eun-ji looked down at her and sighed. Her stomach was empty too, but the thought of going back home didn’t even cross her mind. However, as she slid her hands into the pockets of her cut-off jeans, she felt the crinkle of a crumpled bill.
"Wait here, Byby," she smiled, trying to convey some calm. "I’ll go buy us something to eat. I’ve got a bit of money."
Eun-byeol nodded faintly, too tired to respond with words.
Eun-ji stood up and walked away from the bench, moving quickly through the streets in search of a café that wasn’t too expensive. It didn’t take long for her to find a small place with warm lights and a tempting smell of freshly baked bread. She went in without hesitation and, after checking the prices, bought a couple of sandwiches.
Just as she was leaving the place, her only concern was getting back to her sister quickly. But apparently, someone had other plans for her.
A group of guys appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path.
"Well, what do we have here?" one of them said with a sly grin, shamelessly looking her up and down. "What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?"
"Come with us, sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe... and warm," added another with a mocking laugh.
Eun-ji blinked, not fully understanding the situation.
"Could you please step aside?" she asked politely, keeping her calm expression.
"Oh, look at that. The princess wants to leave," one of the boys mocked. "Wouldn’t you rather come with us? We’d have such a good time."
Eun-ji smiled innocently.
"You're very kind, boys, but I have to get back to my sister," she replied, unaware of the danger in her words.
"Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart," one of them chuckled, exchanging glances with his buddies. "She can come too."
The rest burst out laughing.
Eun-ji was about to say something else when the sound of a soda can hitting one of the guys in the head made her fall silent.
The guys turned angrily, searching for whoever threw it, but Eun-ji had already locked eyes with him.
A few meters away, leaning against a wall, stood a boy her age with a serious expression and a relaxed posture, as if this whole thing were a boring show not worth his time. His shaved head highlighted his sharp features, and his intense gaze sent a chill through her she couldn’t quite explain.
In her opinion, he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen.
"You son of a bitch!" the guy who got hit spat, venom in his voice, pointing a shaking finger at him. "You're gonna pay for that, you piece of shit!"
Without thinking twice, he lunged at him, fists ready to strike, convinced he’d smash his face in one blow. But at the last second, just as his punch was about to land, the shaved boy tilted his head slightly and dodged the attack with insulting ease.
Blinded by rage, the attacker tried another hit, but in the blink of an eye, the boy caught his wrist with one hand. He didn’t seem to be exerting any effort, but his grip was like iron. Before the other could react, he twisted his arm with unexpected strength and, with a simple move, slammed him violently to the ground.
The impact was loud and brutal. The whole group froze in shock.
The boy on the ground groaned in pain, coughing and clutching his side. His friends, who just moments ago were full of confidence, now took a step back, reconsidering whether it was worth getting into a fight they had clearly already lost.
The shaved boy, unfazed, dropped him like a bag of trash and stood up calmly. He slid his hands back into the pockets of his uniform and scanned the others with a blank stare, as if they weren’t even worth his time.
Eun-ji had been watching the entire scene with wide eyes and her heart pounding in her ears. There was something hypnotic about him. Not just the way he fought, but how effortlessly he did it. There was no rage or nervousness in his movements—just absolute confidence that he was going to win from the start. It was like watching a wolf crush a puppy who dared to challenge him.
The thugs quickly realized they didn’t stand a chance. They muttered curses under their breath, picked up their injured friend, and left in a hurry, cursing their bad luck.
Silence returned to the street for a few seconds.
Eun-ji felt her legs move on their own. Without thinking, she ran toward him and, before she could change her mind, she spoke.
For the first time, his eyes looked directly at her.
Eun-ji felt her breath hitch for a moment. Up close, she could better see his features, the hardness in his expression, the seriousness in his eyes. And for some reason, that only made her heart beat faster.
"What’s your name?" she asked, her voice a mix of fascination and nervousness.
He just looked at her, without blinking, without moving a single muscle.
Eun-ji swallowed hard but didn’t give up.
"What school do you go to?"
No answer, not even a sign he had heard her. Just that overwhelming silence that, instead of bothering her, captivated her even more.
The boy simply observed her a few seconds longer, evaluating her with the same unreadable expression, then, without saying a single word, turned around and walked away.
Eun-ji watched him until he disappeared into the distance, feeling a whirlwind of emotions in her chest.
She didn’t need to ask which school he went to.
She had recognized it instantly from his uniform.
And for the first time in her life, she felt something stronger than mere admiration.
Something closer to obsession.
After the unexpected fight and the thoughts still swirling in her head, Eun-ji walked back to the bench where she had left her sister. Her mind was full of the shaved boy, that boy who, without even speaking, had captured her attention in a way she had never experienced before. The small smile on her lips revealed a change she didn’t fully understand. What was his name? Why hadn’t he said anything? Could he be mute?
When she realized what she was thinking, she let out a small laugh, closing her eyes to calm herself. She couldn’t believe what was happening. It was the first time she had felt that spark in her chest, her heart racing, skin tingling with excitement. But why? She barely knew him. She only knew one thing for sure: she wouldn’t let him go, and she knew exactly how to make that happen.
As she reached the bench where she had left her sister, her expression changed instantly upon seeing a man—a stranger—next to Eun-byeol. The cigarette in his hand was the one detail that made her frown.
"What... are you doing with my sister?" said Eun-ji, her voice full of anger. There was no doubt in her tone.
Without thinking, she rushed over, her low-heeled sandals making it harder to move quickly, but her fury pushed her forward. She reached the man and, without hesitation, kicked him in the ankle, making him yelp and stumble backward.
Eun-ji didn’t stop and, with a serious expression, hugged her little sister, pulling her behind her in a protective instinct.
"You think it’s okay to offer a cigarette to a minor? You should be ashamed!" Her tone was sharp, every word laced with protective rage.
The man, still clutching his leg in pain, tried to defend himself.
"Y-young lady, I was just taking the cigarette away from her..." he stammered, looking at the woman behind him, who also looked uncomfortable.
Eun-ji stared him down, not believing his words.
"Taking it away...?" she muttered, a bit incredulous, then turned to her sister. "What were you doing with that trash? You don’t smoke, silly! Who knows where you got that from..." Her tone was a mix of scolding and concern, though the discomfort from the situation was obvious.
With a heavy sigh, Eun-ji turned back to the man, her expression softening slightly, though still full of distrust. She bowed a bit, trying to stay calm and correct the situation.
"I’m really sorry if I offended you. My sister is a bit impulsive, but..." she said in a gentler tone. Although she could be quite fierce, when she felt she was in the wrong, she didn’t hesitate to apologize.
The man, still in pain, grimaced as he stood up with the help of the woman.
"D-don’t worry, it’s normal for you to care about your sister..." he murmured, resigned but still a bit annoyed by the kick.
Just then, the woman with him took out her phone and answered a call. Apparently, it was urgent.
"Ah, then I should escort you home quickly," said the man, glancing at Eun-ji and then at her companion.
But before he could say more, Eun-byeol stepped out from behind her older sister. With a determined look, she gently but firmly grabbed the boy’s shirt.
"Sir… I think what you said is true, and I sincerely apologize. Please… take us home," she said, her tone calm and serious, with an elegance that surprised Eun-ji.
Eun-ji froze for a moment, staring at her younger sister. She had never seen Eun-byeol so delicate, so mature in a situation like this. There was a serenity about her that seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if a different Eun-byeol had taken control.
“W-why should I? If you’re going, you should go alone,” the man replied dismissively, averting his gaze.
“Right?” Eun-byeol replied in a melancholy tone, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Who would think twice about two girls like us…”
Oh, she knew exactly what her sister was doing. Eun-ji suppressed a smile and decided to play along.
“Then… we’ll go alone,” she said with a slight pout, lowering her gaze in feigned sadness.
The man frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the scene.
“Hey, I’m a little busy right now…”
Before he could come up with another excuse, the woman accompanying him stepped in with a guilty expression.
“Mr. Jang, take them home,” she said firmly. “I’ll feel bad if I leave them alone… I can take a taxi.”
And just like that, their plan worked perfectly. The woman left, and the man, cornered by the situation, had no choice but to stay with them.
However, the moment Jang asked for their home address, Eun-byeol switched tactics, placing a hand on her stomach with a pained expression.
“Ah… I think I ate something bad…” she groaned, leaning forward slightly.
Eun-ji hid her amusement behind a mask of concern, gently rubbing her sister’s back.
“Oh no… Are you okay? Maybe we should find a place to eat something light before going home…”
The man sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Alright, alright… Let’s find a restaurant.”
Another plan executed successfully.
Later, at a small restaurant, Jang watched them with his arms crossed as they ate with obvious satisfaction. Eventually, he broke the silence.
“Where do you live? What school do you go to?”
Eun-byeol raised an eyebrow and brought her chopsticks to her lips before replying in a playful tone:
“Are you trying to hit on us?”
Jang nearly choked. He turned to Eun-ji for support, but her expression was far from reassuring. She was holding a spoon… and bending it with alarming ease, her eyes narrowed at him.
The man gulped and quickly waved his hands.
“O-of course not!” he blurted. “I’m a teacher, you know?”
Eun-ji clicked her tongue and flicked her hair with an air of superiority.
“No wonder you have no style.”
Eun-byeol let out a mocking giggle.
“Are you seriously a teacher?”
Offended, Jang pulled out his ID and showed it to them with a defiant look.
“I’m the homeroom teacher of Class 8 at Myeongmun High School.”
The name of the school made Eun-ji fall silent. Her eyes widened slightly, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized it.
It was the same school the boy who had saved her just an hour ago attended. Her lips curled into a slight smile as a subtle blush colored her cheeks.
Fate, it seemed, was on her side.
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