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♚ — "But if I am darkness and you are light, will we extinguish or burn bright?" ( choi 'elsie' eunji ) first year at sunhwa. ju jak: #204. member of orchestra, choir, dance & taekwon-do club. music prodigy. #selcaqueen ♡

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before the dawn.

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eunha almost forgot about the small figure to her left, and mentally shook her head. why was she so worried about herself when eunji was probably even more nervous? although, knowing her younger sister, she would be fine in the end. twisting her head to the side once the artist is finished her makeup, eunha smiles and grabs eunji’s hand with a light squeeze. “i think you’ll do perfectly fine,” she winces as her hair is pulled back into a high pony tail, feeling rough hands scrape back dark locks, “everyone will love you, especially the readers. just be yourself and everything will be fine. it’s just another job, there’s nothing to worry about”

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She has been included in some photoshoot before coming here, those were the earliest she had only to make herself more familiar to the environment. For someone who loves taking pictures as much as Eunji, she finds it comfortable and easy at first sight. She was told her pose is natural, like she was born for this, like this is something great that she’ll be doing in her future. Her mother would definitely be the happiest if that ever happens for that’s the only thing she wants for her girls: to be models. Other time she feels more relaxed because it’s just a matter of posing and camera flashing in her direction but today will be different. 

It’s her first time getting interviewed. 

Although she believes she might do well because she likes talking, she’s somehow worried if she ever says anything wrong during the interview. Sometimes she thinks after she has spoken, only to regret what she has said but being the cheerful lass she is she would just laugh it off. What could have been worse? Just answer anything that they ask and be cool about it. True, whenever she gets nervous she’ll probably talk more than she is supposed to. It’s okay. I have Eunha unnie with me today. This is gonna be great. 

She takes a deep breath, feeling a little bit better when the older girl squeezes her small hand in hers. “Really? You think I will?” Where does her confidence go when she desperately needs it? Oh, she hopes she’ll be perfectly fine too. Giving a soft nod, she brushes her thumb against Eunha’s. “Thank you, unnie. You’re really the best!” Eunha’s right. Everyone will love her like how they already love her parents and sister. Just be yourself. But this is what she isn’t sure, would she be able to be herself anyways? 

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“Gotcha! Do you want to go eat ramen together?” 

For someone as petite as Eunji, she surprisingly eats well and just by the thought of food makes her too happy at some point. Who doesn’t love food anyways? She can’t seem to be able to reach her friends, they didn’t even read her messages, nor she thinks it’ll be good to bother her sister when she’s probably already sleeping. Screw all this sudden craving of ramen she’s having but since it’s not past curfew yet, going out to get some wouldn’t be a problem: except that she has nobody to with right now and that’s when she spots Nahyun along the hallway of the dorm although she isn’t sure if the latter would agree.

“Do you even eat any healthy at all?” Should have seen that coming and instead of saying anything, the first year student lets out a laugh. “Ramen is healthy enough for me, unnie.” Right, everything that she likes to eat is healthy enough. “I’m assuming that’s a no. I’ll go bug someone else!” She doesn’t want to hear anymore about eating healthily or working out from Nahyun so it’s better if she runs away before it even starts—but before she could, she reaches out to ruffle the older’s hair, putting on a cheeky grin before fleeing away. 

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no escape.

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gently, leonard hooked his finger into the cover and carefully slid the book out before grabbing it securely and lowering it from the shelf. ‘Words in Deep Blue’ it said, and leonard made a mental note to write it down later. his aloof facial expression melted into a friendlier one as the corners of his heart-shaped lips curled upwards a little ( not yet a smile but resembling one ). however, the blond boy’s lips remained closed as he held out the book for the girl to take. it was the moment of truth; had leonard guessed right or had his superior sense of sight betrayed him?

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Eunji swears she used to hate on tall people once because she obviously can’t be one. Life is so unfair but good thing she has her positive mind to help her, she no longer thinks it’ll make sense to hate on something like that—she still secretly does. For a moment she finds it strange that the male student even doesn’t talk. Just then she remembers they are actually in the library so that can explain, probably Eunji is the only one who wouldn’t stop talking although she’s in a place where no noise should be made. If she hates silence, why would she be in here again? Shaking off the unnecessary thoughts, she’s more than glad he’s nearby so she knows she can count on someone this tall to help her.

Her brown orbs watch his fingers as they are brushed against the books on the top shelf. Whether he couldn’t hear her (but that’s quite impossible because she believes that’s loud enough) or he has a hearing problem, he doesn’t seem like he knows what book should he take. Don’t complain anything and just be patient. She shakes her head in denial at a few books he touched for that they aren’t the right ones and when he finally comes to the book she personally wants, she swears she almost screams out of joy but quick to remember she shouldn’t. “Oh, that’s right! Take that one for me,” she has exclaimed. 

“Finally.” She looks as satisfied as if she is the one who takes the book on the shelf after all, taking the book in her hands once he has handed it out to her. Brushing her fingers against the cover of the book, the words read ‘Words in Deep Blue’. She the n looks up at the male, realizing how much gaps they might have with such height, before snapping into reality. A cheeky smile is put on, her dimple soon become visible on her right cheek before she bows her head down slightly as a token of gratitude. “Thank you so much for helping. I might have not be able to get this book without you.” As if she can’t find anyone else.

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burning fire.

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Besides physical education (or any other classes to be honest except for music and English), another subject that she’s really bad is fine arts. She has no idea what could have went wrong but no matter how hard she tries, it always ends up wrong or not good enough. Maybe it’s just that she leans towards hearing more than visual which literally explains why she would do better in music than fine arts. 

She doesn’t hate the subject nor the class but the fact that she can’t seem to grab anything when it comes to this. She is half giving up and half trying—even if she decides to give up on it one day it wouldn’t be a surprise, it’s so Eunji like to give up on things she doesn’t do well. When they are told to paint something that they like, she could only sigh in defeat. She could easily list them out one by one but to express them with a single painting is almost as difficult as running around the field for five laps. Everyone seems to be already starting to dab on their drawing blocks, there’s a few that has this i’m-so-done look on their faces like how she appears to be like now. Her eyes stare so deep that it could penetrate the piece of paper in front of her, her mind continuously assuring herself that she can do this. 

Fifteen minutes has passed with her trying to find the simplest thing she could draw and she isn’t sure if it’s the best choice: her choice is baby breath’s as in her favourite kind of flower. That’s too simple. Of course, she wants something simple anyways and so she picks up her pencil to sketch the image first. Soon she finds herself painting the canvas with some colors, taking a few glances through the corner of her eyes for any sign of her seonsaengnim. It’s been an hour and the time is finally out. Good thing this is ending. 

But when she thinks it’ll be done when she submits her work, her seonsaengim says that she’ll pick a few students to come out and explain about their paintings, causing everyone to whine all at once. Her mind goes blank for a moment. Does she have to go the front and this crappy painting to the world and explain—hell no. Not me, not me, not me. And that’s when her name slips out from her seonsaengnim’s mouth. 

“Choi Eunji, please come out.” Screw this and that and everything else. 

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Sometimes Eunseo thinks that her students forget that she used to be a student too which meant she heard all kind of excuses that both the boys and the girls have used for p.e during her high school days. “If your forearm was actually sprained, you wouldn’t have to go to an extent of wrapping it around your forearm to show that you are injured because you can come up to tell me about your injury and I would have you doing something else less physical touching with your classmates such as spending your time in the gym. Or what you could have done is that when you appeared in class for your very first lesson for the day, you could have told your injury to your classmates why before my lesson started so that they can have a heads up instead of only knowing about it in the middle of my class.” 

“No, I insist on going with you. With how often you are getting injured or sick, it would make sense that I talk to the nurse to understand how you seem to be getting them every week during my lessons or talk to the dietician to see what we can do to get you into top shape.” At least Eunji was smarter than her high school classmates back then because Eunji actually followed through with her act from beginning to end instead of forgetting it halfway, crossing her arms as she waits for Eunji to be done. “Let’s get going.” 

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Of course the elder female would have a lot to say regardless of whatever excuses Eunji has came up with, but she wouldn’t deny (although she won’t admit it with her own mouth) that’s what makes Eunseo a good seonsaengnim: she always take good care of her students. “But saem, people tend to forget so I’m taking the other way—they would definitely be reminded of my sprained forearm if they saw the bandage. Am I not right?” The last sentence sounds barely audible as she doesn’t really mean it to be heard. 

Why does this make her feels like she’s actually sick? Yeah, maybe they need to do something about her dislike towards p.e class or exercising or anything that has fitness involved. Letting out a sigh, she stares at her seonsaengnim for a moment, her face screaming no. As much as she often fakes her injury or pain, the sick bay isn’t really her go-to place and nor is hospital or clinic. “Arasseo,” she mumbles lowly and starts going down the bleachers almost so carefully to take some time so she won’t have to go on with this.

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first love.

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He nods at her answer. Okay, she likes my name, then how about–

“me? how about…me?”

he says and this time, he blurts his thoughts out mindlessly, his eyes widening at what is supposedly kept in his mind. 

Stupid. 

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Maybe she's been laughing too much but she doesn’t care, she’s too embarrassed to care. This is so ridiculous. Could anything be better than this? It would definitely be a no. She feels her cheeks getting heated up again, she exactly has no idea how many times they have been when she’s sitting here with him.

It’s obviously because of Ten but believe it or not, she wouldn’t admit it. This time she has her head hung down again, trying to avoid his absolutely charming gaze. Come to your senses. This is all so weird, this moment, this feeling. Oh, look like somebody has found love. Out of a sudden the weather is hot, or is it just her, there she goes again with the nervousness. She can’t seem to hide her smile but she’s always smiling so that’s something normal—maybe it’s a little bit too much when she’s with him.  

Why are they talking about names again?  

Right, because that’s how their conversation seems to start when they first met each other. She doesn’t even want to imagine what would happen next but she can’t help it anyways. Maybe they’re just remembering that precious moment when they are destined to meet, here at this school. I wouldn’t have known the meaning of love if I didn’t meet you. Crap, screw all these cheesy lines she has playing in her mind. 

Here it comes. Eunji doesn’t expect him to be so straightforward, he always is but not like this. It makes her speechless at some point, she has lost words she is about to say so instead she lets out a laugh. So typical of Eunji to laugh at everything although there’s nothing so funny about his question. She swears she could have looked like a tomato right now from all this absurd blushing. How does she even say this? This doesn’t even make sense. Oh, God. “I mean of course, I.. like you too.” Can she bang her head to the wall now?

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no escape.

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leonard felt confused but his facial expression remained unchanging; aloof as ever. he did move closer, however. holding his own book in one hand, the tall soccer player shuffled towards the girl he didn’t know and who was a good 23 cms smaller than he was. he could peek at the crown of her head if he wanted to. while leonard’s face remained impassive, his eyes clearly showed the question that was on his mind. the boy wasn’t sure if she wanted the book he had chosen or whether she had different reasons for trying to catch his attention. looking over at the shelf beside her, it suddenly clicked for leonard who raised his free hand to point at the row of books. she needed his help grabbing a book, didn’t she?

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How does that even make sense that Choi Eunji is considered as someone short, why does she deserve such punishment? “Probably because you take away those bad genes,” her mother would joke around and it’s ridiculous how much her sister likes to tease her on this. If she is given three wishes by anything that comes out from a dusty lamp, she would probably have wished to be taller but then if she thinks this over again, maybe not. Not when she suddenly remembers this dream, the more accurate term would be nightmare, of how she has grown taller than anybody else and that just scares her for life. 

Normally when she’s faced with this kind of moment, she would either give up or have someone she knows do it for her. Although she might be friendly and approachable, she doesn’t really feel it’s necessary to ask help from strangers—more like she doesn’t want to appear that small to people. True, she hates it. 

Eunji has no idea if she has caught the male’s attention, which she hopes she does, because as much as she doesn’t want him to see her as someone weak and small, she couldn’t hide the urge of getting the book no matter what. Just get another book, there are a ton more on the shelf but she tells herself she needs to get this book. Her lips quickly spread into a wide smile when she sees him walking towards her direction, only to frown at how tall he actually is now that he’s standing right before her eyes. God, another giant. She has to lift her head up to meet his gaze which somehow looks confused, taking a few moments to finally remember why she has called him here. Right, the book. I should get the book.

When the male raises a hand to point at the books, she quickly nods her head. “Oh, I was trying to take this book but... can you help me?” She speaks in a low tone, reminding herself that she’s in the library again so she shouldn’t make any noise. “This though.” This time she begins to stretch her arm again at the highest level of the shelf which she can barely reach a few minutes earlier. “It’s that Words in Deep Blue book.”

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“do you know this chapter or did you want to go over it?” eyes remain focused on the paper, skimming over the text until they reach the end of the page, where he finally spares a glance her way. “what parts don’t you understand?”

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In her point of view, she would like to say she isn’t that dumb nor she’s that great when it comes to certain subjects—though it could have mean majority of the subjects she has to learn in class. She’s known as someone who doesn’t easily give up on something so when she couldn’t even get at least a B for her Biology paper last exam, maybe it’s the lack of efforts she tends to give out during science subjects. No matter how hard she tries she still feels like it’s not enough, like she somehow begins to believe that there is something blocking her (if that ever makes any sense) from understanding how science works. 

The instructor has called her out after class, along with this boy she recalls helping for the subject she’s best at, eventually she’s told that he’s going to be her tutor for Biology. Oh, interesting. She has seen this coming, not him as her tutor though, but out of all she’s grateful to be assigned to someone who she’s already familiar with instead of some smart ass students that she probably wouldn’t get along well with. 

By the time he has came back with the textbook, Eunji is still scribbling random lyrics she could find in her mind on the end of her notebook. His voice has snapped her out to reality and she lifts her head, staring at his face for a moment before finally getting her senses back. I’m supposed to be studying. “Chapter nine? Ah, alright.” But what chapter nine is all about again? Crap. She could barely remember the main topic. 

She places a hand on her neck, gently scratching the back of her neck as she forces her mind to think. Chapter nine, chapter nine. She chants those words like a spell but only to remember nothing. She then bites on her lower lip before spreading an embarrassed (more like it’s an awkward one) smile towards him, her fingers playing with the hem of her blazer out of habit. “Of course I know—I mean I know that I don’t know it.” She pauses for a moment before adding, “Would you mind explaining what it is all about again?”

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miss sunshine.

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raising a brow, the female cocked her head to one side, pretending as if she was really going to guess. no matter how much she thought, she could never come up with the right answer to any of eunji’s jokes. they were a little ridiculous, but she made them enjoyable. “i don’t know, eunji. what is it?” now, she sort of anticipates the jokes that eunji tells her. they’re like the little cherry to top off her day. even if she’s not feeling the best, she could rely on the first year to put a smile on her face.

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If it isn’t for her sister, Eunji would probably throw a tantrum about going to another school to her parents although she is pretty much sure they would insist on her attending this so called prestigious school. After all who doesn’t want to? Right. That’s what people think: everyone wants to go to Sunhwa. She wouldn’t mind listing out one by one her reasons for not liking the place but instead of doing so, she promises to herself to open her heart for the school. Just the fact that it’s a school for the elites irritates her, she knows she’ll only meet those kids who would turn out to be some rich brats who think they own everything just because their parents have the money and power—but Eunji isn’t one to buy all those.   

Honesty. Loyalty. Sincerity. Those are the things she look in friends and admit it, those cannot be traded (but somehow it seems to work on some people though) with some money or power. She can’t deny the fact that sometimes she herself is categorized as an elitist, just because she comes from a wealthy family and one that gain so much fame, and she understands it. Words can’t prove anything so instead she shows it with her actions because simply actions speak louder than words, that she’s not what they think she is.  

Her eyes shine in excitement, anticipating for whatever answer Hanbyul would give out, although she knows the older would only end up saying she doesn’t know it—the exact time when Hanbyul gives up on answering Eunji’s jokes again. She throws a few giggles and clears her throat before saying, “To be honest, instead of stupid this one is pretty good. I mean it could have sounded stupid but it literally makes sense somehow. What’s the difference between a bird and a fly? The answer is a bird can fly but a fly can’t bird!”

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it’s a kind of boring saturday. he rises like usual, half awake, washes and sits down at the desk like his life depends on it. (alright, so maybe jinhwan isn’t actually as friend-stunted as he makes himself out to be but he’s pretty damn lonely if he’s just sitting there with a sack of notes on a day where everyone seems to be going out.) which is why he’s vaguely surprised when his phone lights up with four new messages from someone he wouldn’t have expected. and it’s just a little more confusing (albeit amusing) when he sees the first year’s teasing messages, dragged out syllables and selfies added. it’s so like eunji.

she seems to be out somewhere, unlike jinhwan and he’s half tempted to make up this terrible excuse of where he was. skydiving, at a party. but honestly, it’s just a little sad to lie about something like that so he clicks a picture of the myraid of notes written neatly in his books before sending it to her with a one worded response.

[ sms → 은지후배 ] studying.

[ sms → 은지후배 ] sent a photo.

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Eunji has never once loved going out alone especially when it comes to places like coffee shop or restaurant. Despite the fact that it would just make her looks like she’s a loner (when she’s actually not, at least that’s what she would like to believe), it feels awkward to just sit here all by herself when she can just do this in her own room. What’s the point of coming here anyways? A soft sigh escapes in between her lips before she could sip on the drink again, this time getting the white foam stuck just above her upper lip. 

She reaches for her phone when it vibrates and a smile is plastered on her face which seems to eventually fade slowly when the picture of her sunbae’s notes comes into her sight. Right. She could be the only student who wouldn’t be studying even if she has to but as long as she’s Choi Eunji, studying is barely listed in her to-do list. Her fingers type for a reply which turns into a few messages (she finds it fun sending short messages instead of just compiling everything into one) before finally attaching a picture of her latte.

( sms ⇢ jinan sunbae ) studying? on weekend?  ( sms ⇢ jinan sunbae ) unbelievable :o ( sms ⇢ jinan sunbae ) i mean weekdays are for studying ( sms ⇢ jinan sunbae ) guess who’s with me ( sms ⇢ jinan sunbae ) send a photo

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Right. Breakdancing. “At most, if you were attempting to do the windmill and landed on your arm when you fell, the injury you would get is a strain. Meaning that there is no reason for that arm to be bandaged and thus, your story about breakdancing is ruled out.” If she had not applied to be a physical education teacher, then she would have gone to apply being a history teacher instead because history is one of her strongest subjects and it is from the history lessons she has taken up that she was able to sharpen her skills of observation and analysis, two important skills to have when studying humanities. Those skills proving to be handy at times like this where she has to pay investigator with her students. 

If Eunji is going to continue on with this act of hers, then she can easily play along as well and have this play be extended much longer. “If the injury is as serious as you make it appear to be then there is no need for you to wait until the end of class to head to the sick bay. In fact, I will personally send you to the sick bay myself. You do not have to worry about the rest of the class because the rest of class is capable of taking care of themselves and I can get another teacher to continue on the rest of the trials while I am gone. So let’s going. Are you able to get up by yourself or do you need a hand with that?”  

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That isn’t expected, she thinks. She has no idea where does her seonsaengnim knows all this fact she seems to be telling, but she sure knows a thing or two. “Well, let’s say I put this bandage on so that people are aware that I’ve got a strain—or hurt my forearm, so they don’t simply touch or slap it at the wrong time. You know like a warning, hands off my arm, some sort of stuff.” That’s why it is wrapped poorly too but that’s only said in her heart. Sounds good enough, she then breathes out a sigh of relief. Oh, when is all this ending? A minute feels like an hour and she has never wanted time to pass as fast as it can right now. 

She can see this coming anyways, her seonsaengnim would always offer to send her to the sick room herself just to make sure that everything that the girl said can be proven to be true. Of course they can’t because they’re not. “I can go by myself though, saem.” But then she knows the woman wouldn’t let her so. “I guess I can still get up on my own,” she mumbles almost so softly as she now stands up on her two feet, keeping her bandaged arm close to her body. There’s no way she could lose this time, not yet.  

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first love.

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“and I’m wondering if, perhaps– you find my name pretty nice too” he says, lifting his hand on the back of his neck, a bit embarrass with how he can’t be consistent with this thing called ‘straightforwardness’  and how he feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest– but maybe Thailand boys feel their hearts beating fast at the age of thirteen? is it a race kind of thing? he thinks. 

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Eunji isn’t someone who is good at falling in love if she’s to be honest about this. One, she never falls in love. Two, she doesn’t even know how it feels like. Three, she’s afraid she’s not good (although at all time she would say how proud she is of herself) enough. She knows it might have been nice to have someone that she looks forward to when she wakes up in the morning, someone that she hopes will remain with her even if it means she’ll see him in her dream. But those things are never important to her, not until she meets Ten. 

She has no idea when does she start having this kind of feeling—she doesn’t even to know where to start telling if people ask her about what she likes about him. Not really sure how to feel about this but something in the way you move, makes me feel like I can’t live without you, it takes me all the way. It probably starts with how beautiful his eyes look like when she first met him or maybe it’s that sweet smile of his.

Of course, she already has a few answers to her own question that she expects to come out from his mouth but never once she thinks someone would like her because they find her name pretty. “My name?” To be honest her name isn’t even that rare. She gives a slight nod, her gaze slowly falls onto her lap as she fidgets with her fingers. That might be a simple compliment for others but to the girl, she feels as if it has a big impact on her now. So he said my name is pretty. Weird enough, how does a single sentence could have made her feel this happy? Lifting her head to look at him again, she can’t help but to let out a small chuckle. 

“Your name is probably the longest I’ve ever heard in my life but it’s definitely the most unique, that’s what makes it beautiful.” Her smile widens and now her dimple has became visible again. “Not gonna lie though, Ten sounds pretty cool.” Maybe it’s just that she’s so into him that everything seems to sound great enough.