"Lunch?" Yeonjun asks, puzzled by my request.
"Just come at lunchtime to meet me in the garden!" I yelled before walking off.
He seemed confused; I didn't want to make it any more obvious.
"Did you see the food I prepared?"Yena says.
"Yeah, I almost ate it myself." my stomach growled. I forgo breakfast because I was too late.
"Awe, You can eat in ten minutes!"
"Ten? it's almost time?!" I sat up, and it was already so close I wasn't ready for this.
I didn't want to die by Yeonjun's hands, and he would surely strangle me if I mentioned anything about my true intentions.
"Don't make it too obvious; give time before asking questions between each other." Yena gives me tips before I go to see him.
Right, I shouldn't shoot too many questions in a short amount of time. It looked weird.
"Do what feels right at the moment! Oh, it's time soon. Go ahead and walk there now!" She nudged me away with the food in my hands.
She made a small box of food earlier, a Good thing she was beautiful at cooking.
Me, on the other hand, I sucked badly. I was only good at baking; even that wasn't easy,
Yeonjun didn't arrive yet, So I sat the box on the table and mentally prepared myself. This was going to be a roller coaster. Nothing was indeed planned in my head. It could go not good at any time, actually ruining the whole thing.
Be calm! Calm! I told myself as I saw him approaching.
"What's this?" He pointed at the box.
"Ah, it's the Food I made. Sit down already." I motioned. He slowly sits down, and he was already suspicious. I could tell it in his eyes, how they drifted toward me.
"Why did you invite me here to eat?" He looked around at the secluded place around us.
"I wanted to know you more." I opened the box, and it greeted me with its wonderful smell.
His eyes lit up upon seeing the sandwiches prepared. "These are my favorite!" He grabs one immediately, taking a bite.
I'm lucky, Yena picked something that happened to be his favorite; it was indeed fate telling us it was the right thing to do.
"Me too," I say, biting into the sandwich of my own.
"About earlier, sorry I pulled you like that from the library. I was just frustrated." He looked at me with sincere eyes. I never saw them like this, was the lowering his guard?
"Oh, it's fine. I was just shocked." I awkwardly laughed.
"It's just, Beomgyu isn't exactly on my good side anymore after something."
"Do you mind If I ask why?" I took another bite.
"I haven't spoken about it so that it might put some ease on my mind.
He broke my friend's heart before, on purpose."
"How so?" I asked, so this was why...Beomgyu heart someone dear to him.
"My friend always treated him warmly, giving him food every day, giving him drinks, and even doing his homework. However, in the end, Beomgyu rejected her. He waited until he got every drop of help that he could to tell her he rejected her since the start." He looked a bit annoyed remembering it.
"So you're angry he waited so long to tell her?"
"Exactly. You see, my friend; transferred schools because of this. She even deleted everyone's number from here, including me. It was like she erased her life." He sighed.
"I see, I understand. Did you ever talk to Beomgyu about it?" I asked; he looks up.
"No. I can't. I would become too angered.." He looks away, his eyes becoming glassy. His hand became clenched into a fist.
"It's fine. You don't have to talk anymore!" I noticed he wanted to cry almost, and I wouldn't say I liked the cause because I made him remember those painful times.
"It's fine. I learned to cope with it. I just never had answers of why." He unclenches his fist.
"One day, I'm sure you can get answers."
I reassured him. He smiled halfway at me, and I could tell he was a little bothered still.
His weak point was people close to him, such as friends; he cared dearly about them. He was scared of people leaving him, and he also disliked Beomgyu because he caused his friend's actions to leave.
In conclusion, Beomgyu was the destructor.
How can I turn this around?
"Do you think you could ever forgive him? I mean, if he gave you answers?" I asked; he looked deep in thought before answering. "I would only know after it happens."
This was a somewhat good answer, but I can't just demand Beomgyu to justify himself; he barely knows us.
I would need to become close to both, which was the only way to mend this connection.
I was to become the glue. I was shocked he entrusted me with this story. A story that caused him pain.
I was feeling honored to hear such a personal thing so suddenly.
The bell rang, signaling lunch was over now. "I need to get back; thank you for listening to me. I appreciate it." He bowed before leaving, I don't know for sure, but I thought just maybe I saw a smile.
Just maybe.
"Can I borrow your notes?" Beomgyu says in front of my desk.
"Ah, here." I extend my arm out with my notes.
"Thank you." He softly took them from me; he was always so gentle acting.
I wouldn't want to see him angry, and I cannot imagine it. Does he become angry? Nah.
"Did you get any luck?" I turned around to Yena, asking.
"Not really." She sighed, looking sad. "What about you?"
"Yes, I can't tell you here. I will be at home." I made a "sh" motion with my finger.
"Class, don't forget we have an exam next Friday. It's 20% of your grade." The teacher informed.
20?% Eh, not too bad, right? Now 40% THAT is where you begin to worry.
"Can I borrow your notes?" Yeonjun asks beside me. Huh? did he not see me hand them to Beomgyu early? Maybe he wasn't looking...
"I- I gave them to Beomgyu.. sorry." I stuttered.
"Ah, I'll wait." He couldn't hide the slight annoyance in his face.
Class finished, Beomgyu was still writing down my notes. I turned to look at Yeonjun; he was preparing to leave.
"Didn't you need the notes? I can send you a photo of them later." I suggested, walking over.
"That'd be kind of you. What's your number?" He opens his contacts on his phone.
"XXX-XXX-XXXX." He types the numbers in; he entered the name about as "Notes."
Notes...NOTES? That's- okay then. I crossed my arms upon reading it. I thought I was a little more worthy of something likeâsandwich chef.
"Send then later, thanks again." He grabbed his back before walking away.
I turned around to see no one else except Beomgyu in the room. I slowly walked over behind him, peering over his shoulder, watching him write.
His handwriting looked very neat, and he took the time to write it.
As long as my writing was legible, I didn't care how it looks.
He was too focused on writing to notice me; I got an idea suddenly.
I walked outside to the hallway, down toward the drink machines.
I took my small coin purse out, grabbed the number of coins, and slipped it into the drink machine.
How about strawberry milk? Would he like it? I pondered before finally just selecting it.
The drink fell to the bottom; I picked it up and retreated to the room.
"Have this." I sit the drink down in front of him, his eyes glazed over it.
"Wow, I like this." He quickly took the drink, jabbing the straw inside.
I made the right choice, it seems. I can write that in my notes.
"Are you almost done?" I examined the notes.
"I just have three more sentences." He sips the drink slowly.
"Want to go eat ramen after?"
"Yes! Let me finish!" He sits the drink down and finishes the notes.
"Oh, we got the same kind!" He pointed out.
"Oh? that's strange." He had the same brand, flavor, and even the same cheese. Another note I can add is the type of ramen he liked. If I ever needed to apologize, Food was the best way to do it. Who can resist?
"Ah, I'm nervous about the exam Friday." He sighs, fiddling his chopsticks around the noodles.
"Why?"
"Sometimes, math is hard for me. I mix up the formulas."
"I think we all have made those mistakes. Don't worry too much." I giggled, seeing his face so deep in thought.
"By the way, You hang out with Yeonjun a lot." He adds; I raise my head at the sudden mention.
"Yeonjun? oh, sometimes." I shrugged.
"Are you close with him?"
"Not really."
"I see. It's maybe best you're not." He shifted his gaze away, and he looked like he remembered a memory.
"Why?" I ask, confused.
"Sorry, I spoke too much. I'll finish and go home." He changed his mood suddenly to a sulking type.
"Are you okay?" I stopped eating.
"I'm fine. I just remembered something.." He didn't meet my eyes. Instead, he was avoiding it.
"Alright, alright, they, don't overthink. Finish your food."
My phone suddenly ringed; I saw an unknown number, maybe Yeonjun.
I slide my finger across the screen to answer.
"Hey?"
"Hey, it's me, Yeonjun. Did you forget the notes?" He seemed a little annoyed.
"Sorry, I was eating. I'll send it now." I hang up the phone and begin fiddling in my bag.
"Who was it?" Beomgyu asks.
"Yeonjun needed my notes." The table slightly shook; Beomgyu winced, grabbing his knee that hit the table.
"Are you okay? what happened?" I ask worriedly.
"Nothing! I'll go use the restroom." He stands up and wobbles toward the bathroom door.
He's acting strange today.
I opened my camera app, snapped a photo of the notes then send it to Yeonjun.
Why did these two never write notes? I can understand Beomgyu writes slow, but what about Yeonjun?
"You're back. Are you ok?" I ask, seeing Beomgyu waddle back over.
"Yes, sorry." He grabs his backpack from behind the seat.
"I'll walk you home." He offers.
"You should be more careful." I sighed, walking beside him. I can tell he hurt his knee pretty bad; he was slightly limping.
"I'll be fine; It just needs ice." He dismisses it.
"Let me carry that." I grab his book bag off his back; he looked shocked at my sudden gesture.
"Y-You don't have to."
"you're hurt; just accept it for now." I put the backpack on my front side; mine was on my back, making an odd appearance.
"You look funny." He started laughing.
"Yah! Fine, you can laugh this once." I let it go; he seemed to be enjoying the sight.
"This is my street, and I can walk from here. Thank you again." He takes the backpack from my hand.
"Be safe; remember to ice your knee. See you tomorrow!" I waved as he wobbled away again.
My phone suddenly vibrates.
The new text message from: YEONJUNð«
I closed my phone screen, shaking my head as I approached my door.
What a guy.
"Soona! Finally! I'm dying to hear how much you learned!" She flings herself to me, hugging me.
"Ok, ok! Let me breathe!" I push her away.
"Tell me. How did it go?"
"It went well."
"Details! come on now!" She started hitting my arm.
"Ok! I found out why Yeonjun dislikes Beomgyu."
"Wow! Tell me!" She sits up in anticipation.
"Beomgyu broke Yeonjun's friend's heart, so Yeonjun resents him for it. He blames Beomgyu for why his friend forgot Yeonjun."
"Oh my really?! What a twist. How do we resolve this?!"
"We need first to earn Beomgyu's trust. Ask him about it and then find a way for them to mend their relationship."
"This won't be easy. Beomgyu wasn't very open toward me." Yena sighs.
"He's holding himself back; give it time. Let's not suffocate him." I pat her back.
"Okay. Let's prepare for tomorrow. It's getting late."