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iv. something worth saving
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CHAPTER FOUR ─ something worth saving.
❛ and sometimes you act like a dummy just to catch me by surprise ❜
Narrator's Perspective
The sun shone mercilessly upon Yumi and Eunyoung as they made their way through a narrow lane towards the bus stop. It had a stark contrast from the future which they travelled from, in which the biting breath of winter air cast its icicles all over the city. The prickly heat on their skin felt strangely comforting, melting away the coldness of the bitter truth which awaited them in the future.
"Why do you think we've been brought back here?" Yumi questioned, the details of their unforeseen time travel still unclear.
"We were destined to be here," Eunyoung affirmed, "We've been sent with a purpose. I'm going to prevent Sunjae's death while I'm here. Do you remember how he talked about how heartbroken he was when he had to quit swimming because of his shoulder injury? I'm not going to let it happen. I'll ensure he stays happy and healthy."
"You really think you can do it?" Yumi asked doubtfully, "Not to dampen your spirits, but it seems a little far-fetched, don't you think?"
"I'm going to do everything I can to save him," Eunyoung spoke, her voice laced with determination. Her footsteps landed with a quiet authority, and the tap of her shoes against the pavement resounded a steady beat that spoke of determination. This wasn't just a walk; it was a march towards a future she was now determined to claim.
What am I supposed to do then? Yumi pondered as she dragged her feet along the pavement behind Eunyoung, who walked as if she had springs on her feet.
"Slow down!" she called out, "Or you'll trip, fall and die before you can save Sunjae!"
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"Go ahead for your piano practice," Eunyoung told Yumi, "I'm interviewing the swimming team today."
"You came up with questions already? That was fast," observed Yumi with a smile, acknowledging Eunyoung's eagerness, "Good luck."
"Thanks," she returned Yumi's smile, "I'll see you at home!"
They parted ways and Eunyoung began her walk towards the swimming pool, feelings of giddy excitement swelling up her heart. She had exchanged a mere sum of about ten words with Sunjae. She couldn't fathom how she would hold an entire conversation with him while keeping it formal and maintaining her professionalism. The rest of the swim team would be there to disperse her attention, the thought of which calmed her racing heart.
Eunyoung had harboured a burning ambition to delve into the world of journalism for as long as she could remember. It wasn't the glitz and glamour of the public spotlight that enthralled her; rather, she craved a deeper purpose. Eunyoung yearned to be someone who could bridge the gap between the public's curiosity and the inner workings of successful individuals. She envisioned herself utilising her authority as a reporter not to expose hidden truths, but to illuminate the motivations and thought processes that propelled people to the pinnacles of their fields. Her goal wasn't to tear down but to unravel the intricate tapestries woven from ambition, perseverance, and strategic brilliance residing within successful minds.
As she found herself arriving at her destination, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves before pushing open the massive glass doors of the swimming pool. She entered the building to find the swim team eagerly waiting for her, seated on rows of plastic chairs alongside their coach, who stood up to greet her.
"You've arrived right on time! Take a seat," he led her to another plastic chair in front of the swim team. Her gaze swept across the assembled team, dressed in the boys' uniform of Jagam High School, her eyes lingering on Sunjae for a few brief seconds. She tore away in attempt to restrain herself and smiled at them all, "Thank you for meeting me at such short notice. I'll try to make the most of the limited time we have, as I'm sure all of you are busy. Should I begin?"
She waited for their response, and on receiving a murmur of agreement from the boys she began the recording on her MP3 player.
"Okay, first question," Eunyoung started, "As athletes, what differences do you feel between your lifestyle and habits compared to your other classmates?"
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When Yumi pushed open the door to her usual piano practice room, her eyes widened in shock as she took a step back to take a good look at the place. It looked as though an elephant parade had been conducted here. Her piano had been pushed to a corner sloppily, and a drumset stood at the back of the room, the drumsticks lying carelessly on the floor. A mic stand had been placed in the centre and an electric guitar had been plugged into one of the sockets. The room looked like a very peculiar crime scene, straight out of an Agatha Christie novel, or like the room of an average teenage boy who was obsessed with boy bands. Yumi couldn't decide which one it resembles more.
She took a few hesitant steps into the room, while the door behind her shut with a soft thud. "What in the world?" she whispered to herself.
She began by moving the mic stand to the back of the room along with the drums, which she decided not to attempt to move. Then she reached for the guitar, trying to pull the plug out of the socket. The stubborn appliance resisted her efforts to unplug it, and Yumi realized it was stuck. As she continued to force the guitar plug, the door behind her opened, and someone's footsteps echoed in the room. She turned around to see who it may be and was startled to find a familiar face staring at her, perplexed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Taesung asked her, tilting his head to one side to look at what she was tampering with, "That guitar's mine."
His eyebrows were raised, expressing his suspicion with a playful glint in his eyes, betraying his interrogative tone.
Yumi, being taken aback took a moment to answer him, "Is it? Then what is it doing in this room? I use this space to practice piano."
"The rooms were occupied so we used it yesterday," he explained, "We're moving the stuff now."
"Hold on," Yumi said, "Who is this ❛we❜ you keep mentioning? Why are you talking in plural?"
"Taesung what's taking you so long?" Inhyuk's voice called out as his footsteps approached this room, "How long does it take to bring─ oh hi," he said, noticing Yumi, "I saw you sitting outside the other day."
"Yeah, I saw you too," Yumi replied.
"She's the piano girl," Taesung told Inhyuk, then turning back to Yumi, he asked, "So what were you up to?"
"I was trying to unplug the guitar but it's stuck," said Yumi in frustration.
Taesung reached for the plug and swiftly pulled it out of the socket. "You need to shake it a little."
"Oh," Yumi didn't know what to respond with, "Do you guys need any help moving your instruments?"
"I think we have it under control, but thanks," he thanked her, flashing a bright smile, "My name's Inhyuk. What's yours?"
"Yumi, Choi Yumi," she answered, smiling politely.
"I'm Kim Taesung, while we're at introductions," Taesung jumped in, "Our band is called Eclipse."
"Yeah I know, you guys become sensations in the future," just as she spoke, everything around her became completely still until she was silent again, wondering what had just happened. She tried to repeat the same sentence but was met with the same result.
Can't I talk about future events? she wondered, making a mental note to discuss this with Eunyoung.
"Cool," she replied to the two boys, feigning nonchalantness.
"We'll see you around, then," Inhyuk concluded as he exited the room with Taesung, both carrying their instruments.
All Yumi could do was manage a stilted wave, watching them go about their business. An odd hollowness settled in her chest, a strange counterpart to the usual flurry of thoughts that normally occupied her mind. It was as if a record had been scratched, leaving behind an unsettling silence. The world continued its usual hum around her, but Yumi felt strangely detached, adrift in a sea of muted sensations.
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nayoung's notes: i must say, i thoroughly enjoy putting my characters in awkward situations. i can't wait to show you the next chapter >.< hope you liked this one!
delphi's notes: yumi's so silly honestly, she's just like me. i know she's my oc, but the similarities are a little crazy. she's advocating for all the introverts in love because this is how we act around our crushes lmfao.
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next chapter: friday! (out now) list of chapters here!
iii. opportunities
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CHAPTER THREE ─ opportunities.
❛ but this is getting good now, he's so tall and handsome as hell ❜
Narrator's Perspective
The final bell pierced the air, a sharp clang that shattered the focused hum of the classroom. A collective sigh rippled through the students, a wave of relief washing over them after a day of lessons, tests, and social navigation. Papers rustled as they're shoved into backpacks, textbooks slammed shut with finality.
A teacher who Eunyoung recognized as the head of the school newspaper approached her as she and Yumi made their way to the gate.
"Eunyoung! I'm so glad I caught you!" she sighed in relief, "There's an article that we need done urgently for next week. It involves interviewing the swimming team regarding the upcoming tournament. I understand you're swarmed in other schoolwork too, but could you cover it this one time? The boy who was supposed to write it is down with chicken pox, and won't be able to complete it."
"Sure Ma'am, it's no hassle," Eunyoung agreed with a smile, her heart swelling up with happiness, "I'll submit it by next week."
"Thank you so much!"
As the teacher left, Yumi stared at Eunyoung with a teasing smile. "I don't remember this happening before."
"This article was given to someone else because I declined it," Eunyoung answered, smiling, "I was never one for sports."
"You're getting used to this era pretty well, I see," the teasing smile was still plastered on Yumi's face.
"I hope you remember that you have piano practice at the music club today," Eunyoung attempted to change the topic.
"I remember it very well," Yumi answered, noticing the shift as well as her sister's flushed face, "Enjoy writing your article," she winked and skipped away.
Eunyoung, a smile playing on her lips, strolled leisurely towards the bus stop. The familiar path triggered a wave of deja vu, a feeling that mirrored her experience earlier that day. It was as if she were walking this very route not for the first time today, but for the hundredth, a memory from fifteen years ago inexplicably resurfacing.
Reaching the bus stop, she was met with the usual chaos - a throng of students jostling for a spot on the overflowing bus. But amidst the sea of uniforms, a single figure caught her eye. There, like a beacon cutting through the crowd, stood Sunjae. His beauty was undeniable - flawless features that seemed sculpted by the gods, and a mess of fluffy hair that cascaded down his forehead. He was a picture of youthful perfection, a vision that both startled and soothed her.
So, this is the bus he takes... She thought to herself, the fact that she takes the same one slipping her mind completely.
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Yumi dragged her feet along the pavement, making her way to the school music club to practice piano. Learning the piano was never something she wanted to do, but continued passively as she loathed the idea of quitting in the middle of learning. She remembers ceasing to practice after law school, which meant she hadn't touched a piano for nearly fifteen years. She couldn't recall her dislike for it, but reckoned that those old emotions would come crashing back to her the second she sat down on her piano stool.
Upon reaching the looming building, she was unable to take any steps inside, but simply gaped at it in silence. It was a place she kept revisiting, every single day, no matter what. Coming to practice consistently was something her younger self had never challenged, but now as she viewed life from a different lens, that had been weathered by adversities, she began to question if there was any meaning in these recurring religious visits.
Drawing up the courage from an unknown source within her, she entered the building with a blank, bored face. Sitting down at the waiting area outside the various practice rooms, she dug out her music sheets from her backpack, attempting at familiarizing herself with them after being parted for dog ages.
Then suddenly, a cry of agitation diverted her focus to the source of the sound.
"Yah! Kim Taesung! I can't believe you're late again!" Inhyuk scolded the boy.
Yumi turned her head the other way to find out who he was looking at. Her eyes fell upon a messy-looking boy- seemingly from her school, wearing just a white shirt with no tie and a bright red biker jacket. His hair fell loosely on his face, ruffled by the wind. He had a cat-like face and a cheeky demeanour as he smiled sheepishly at Inhyuk, "Let me go this time, I really got stuck in traffic."
"What bullshit," Inhyuk countered, "It doesn't even take 10 minutes to walk from school to here. Quit dilly-dallying and get your act together."
Taesung scoffed and murmured another apology.
Just then, a strong gust of wind blew through the open door, and the music sheets on which Yumi's grip had loosened while staring at the unknown boy, scattered across the floor. Both Inhyuk and Taesung lunged to grab them in time before they could fly away while Yumi closed the door. Taesung gathered the sheets from the ground and from Inhyuk and handed them to her.
"Here," he said. Yumi looked up at his eyes creased with a smile. All she could do was stare at his face blankly.
Why am I behaving like this?
"Thank you," she mumbled and took the sheets and made a run for the piano room.
"How odd..." Taesung muttered under his breath.
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"So, what, you just stared at his face?" Eunyoung questioned after Yumi narrated the events of that day.
"I said thank you after," Yumi corrected, unsure of what to feel.
"How polite," Eunyoung said thoughtfully, "What about Inhyuk, did you talk to him?"
"What do you think?" Yumi retorted, "I need a reason to talk to him."
"I guess," she answered, "What about the other guy? You think he knows Sunjae?"
"I don't know," Yumi confessed, "Guess I'll have to find out."
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nayoung's notes: taesung cat agenda is going to continue throughout this book btw. hope you enjoyed reading this!
delphi's notes: let's go taesung debut! the best thing is that yumi just freezes when she sees him lmfao. she's so real for that.
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next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapters here!
new fanfiction titled TOWARDS YOU coming out this wednesday! stay tuned! <3
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࣪𓇻 ݁ㅤׂ if a man talks sh!t then i owe him nothing . . .
ྀི ⁺ ͙۪ 🥀 i don't regret it one bit cause he had it coming
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͟ ͟ ͟⬚͒ *˚⁺‧͙ all's fair in love and war ✶﹐
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happy late birthday to our wonyoungie! i wasn't active on the 31st, but i still want to say that she inspired me on so many levels. wonyoung motivated me to make a beautiful life for myself, to focus on myself, i began my journey of loving myself thanks to her. i will always be grateful to wonyoung. i will never forget the joy i get from watching her videos. we might be far in distance but you are so close to my heart.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE DAZAI KINNIE
edit: LMAOOO IN ALL THE EXCITEMENT I FORGOT THAT IT'S DAZAI'S BDAY TOO ASJKSHFA HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DAZAI LOL
i don't think @the-one-and-only-delphi being a dazai kinnie gets any realer than her sharing a birthday with him lmao what a flex
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TOWARDS YOU ── lovely runner. ➡️ (on hiatus till april 4th)