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Ahn Sun-mi
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Sun-mi likes to think that letting go requires more love than holding on (or maybe, that is what she wants to think in this aftermath of a breakup). She does well convincing herself that it was not meant to be in the first place and that she does not need Choe Sang-hun in her life –- right until she doesn’t. Right until she becomes painstakingly aware of his absence and a swell of unbridled emotion threatens to crack her ‘everything is fine’ veneer. But that does not happen. Sun-mi has worn a mask for too long to let it fall, stakes too much on being contained to let these emotions run rampant. It’s her strength and weakness all the same. As desperately as she is to make people think of her as strong and dauntless, she never lets people know her inner turmoils. Not even if they are drowning her. And Sun-mi does realize that if you wear a mask, you can never be truly happy - but in her life, she also has come to know if you don’t, you can never survive. So maybe that is her biggest flaw ( and the one they can both blame for the separation )
Sun-mi knows she can play the blame game and point it all towards the world, make everyone and herself believe that this road had already been paved before her. That it was her unjust reputation and the whispers against their relationship that caused this ruination. But that wouldn't be the whole truth, would it? It were her own damn insecurities that got the best of her and her own stubbornness that refrained her from conveying it to her then-boyfriend. Sure, it was a sequence of events that gave more power to these personal demons, but in the end, it was her own-self that decided that this me-and-you-against-the-world-circumstance was not worth it. That they were indeed too different a person to have a future together.
But that doesn’t stop the numb feeling from residing within, doesn’t halt past memories from entering her mind as she comes across a photo of them together in her phone. It leaves her wondering with a heaviness; had she done the right thing? You see, the issue with Choe Sang-hun, the thing about him that made her fall and hate him a little all at once; he believes in her. Without hesitation, without reluctance. Like Sun-mi is someone so good, like of course she'll do well in whatever she puts her mind to. She can tell herself that she can do this or that, put her mind to her goals with a ferocity only called frightening but - she never truly felt at ease until Sang-hun looked at her and said she could do it. You can tell yourself so many things, but sometimes all you need is the word of another. And the thing is, her and Sang-hun - they were so good it ached. Like two unsuspecting puzzle pieces, nestled together in peculiar harmony. Yet… sometimes, certain forces chip away at the pieces to the point of no longer fitting together. And perhaps that is their destiny.
Still, they were too integral to the other's lives not to bleed into each other's relationships. And it was only given that such a tight-knitted group of friends would plan something just before school starts again. A Jeju trip filled with fun activities. Only, that was pre-break-up. After the separation, Sun-mi was certain to skip it, lost money be damned, but after hearing from her best friend that Sang-hun was no longer attending, she slightly wavered. It was not until after Cat’s persistent pleads, coupled with her trade-mark puppy-eyed expression, that she finally caved in.
Bad choice.
Sun-mi restlessly shifts in her seat, eyes unfocused as she valiantly tries to calm the rolling ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Despite saying yes, she doesn’t know if she’s quite ready to face the rest of the group yet, doesn’t know if she can look them in the eye and pretend everything is normal, because it isn’t. She has no choice, though. Cat made her promise to show up, a promise that has now marked her left arm with a small wave symbol. To break it would not only mean disappointing her best friend, but also contracting bad karma, and neither is something she wishes to do. So here she is; sitting on the bus to the airport. Collecting all the bravery she can muster, fake or not, while chanting a particular string of words like a mantra in her head. Everything will be fine. (Tell yourself a lie enough times and you might believe it.)
Her eyes shift to the window that allows a view of the life that is bustling outside, but she does not look at that. Instead, her gaze is drawn towards the reflection in the glass staring back at her. It takes a split second – one second too long - to recognize the identity of the girl. A set of tired eyes with a sunken darkness beneath that even three layers of foundation could not mask, dyed light brown locks born from an impulsive decision and lips smothered with lip balm in hope to magically alleviate the chapped skin. It was a look, alright. A futile attempt to brandish an appearance that would repel any questions that bordered the ‘are you okay’ axis. Maybe - hopefully - the desperation in her look would do the job all the same. It doesn’t matter as long as she didn’t have to talk about her feelings, as long as she is not given the opportunity to say things she can’t take back.
“Next stop: Gimpo Airpoirt”
The robotic announcement draws her attention and Sun-mi instantly rises up from her seat. Grabbing the small suitcase that was situated next to her seat, she heads for the doors as the bus nears the stop. As soon as the doors open, she is welcomed with the gust of a wintry breeze. Her frame shivers lightly as the cold trespasses her coat and hits her skin, and she heaves an icy breath, before stepping outside. Her quick steps take her to the entrance of the airport, its large building forming a nexus. Sun-mi is thankful for the warmth that envelops her as she enters the building and her gaze travels across the large hall.
“Sunny!!” a high-pitched voice echoes, capturing her attention. Her head turns and she soon catches the sight of a bright Cat waving enthusiastically. The western-looking girl immediately rushes to her side, followed by another – much calmer - female.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages! Oh my god- your hair ! When did you do this? How come I didn’t know about this???? AH I love it ! You look so pretty !!” Cat gushes as she pulls her into a tight embrace.
“ you’ve seen me last week Cat…” Sun-mi chuckles while patting her smaller friend on the head, ” but thank you and sorry for not telling you. I didn’t even plan on doing it to be honest. It just happened one day, I guess.”
“ It suits you,” the other girl, Hel-ro comments with a hum.
Sun-mi smiles. “Thank you..” her eyes avert. “Have the others not arrived yet?”
“No, they are here! Well, not here here. Tae-oh and Yoon went to the bathroom and – oh there they are!”
Sun-mi follows Cat’s line of sight and quickly spots the two males walking towards them. Both seem slightly surprised to see her, eyes slightly widening with eyebrows raising, but that surprise quickly makes way for a smile.
“Sun-mi, nice to see you ” Tae-oh greets as he squeezes her shoulder.
“Yeah, didn’t think you would still be joining.” Yoon blurts, only to receive an elbow in the ribs from Hel-ro. “ but glad to see you are of course.” he quickly adds, before shooting a glare into Hel-ro’s direction.
“ Don’t worry. I wasn’t sure myself either.” Sun-mi admits, eyes averting.
It is then when short yet awkward silence began to run between the group and Sun-mi can practically see the remembrance of her and Sang-hun’s break up entering their minds. An unwelcome twinge of guilt materializes within, knowing very well that with the break-up, she has caused a dissonance in a prior perfect harmony. But she pushes it aside and clears her throat, eager to break the silence [ and hopefully their train of thoughts] “Anyways, since we are all here. I guess we should check-in?”
“Uhm, about that…” Cat speaks up, smile sheepish and voice hesitant. “ There is still one coming.”
“What? Who?” Sun-mi questions, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This was the group. She can’t remember anyone else being involved other than….
No
Sun-mi knows she can play the blame game and point it all towards the world, make everyone and herself believe that this road had already been paved before her. That it was her unjust reputation and the whispers against their relationship that caused this ruination. But that wouldn't be the whole truth, would it? It were her own damn insecurities that got the best of her and her own stubbornness that refrained her from conveying it to her then-boyfriend. Sure, it was a sequence of events that gave more power to these personal demons, but in the end, it was her own-self that decided that this me-and-you-against-the-world-circumstance was not worth it. That they were indeed too different a person to have a future together.
But that doesn’t stop the numb feeling from residing within, doesn’t halt past memories from entering her mind as she comes across a photo of them together in her phone. It leaves her wondering with a heaviness; had she done the right thing? You see, the issue with Choe Sang-hun, the thing about him that made her fall and hate him a little all at once; he believes in her. Without hesitation, without reluctance. Like Sun-mi is someone so good, like of course she'll do well in whatever she puts her mind to. She can tell herself that she can do this or that, put her mind to her goals with a ferocity only called frightening but - she never truly felt at ease until Sang-hun looked at her and said she could do it. You can tell yourself so many things, but sometimes all you need is the word of another. And the thing is, her and Sang-hun - they were so good it ached. Like two unsuspecting puzzle pieces, nestled together in peculiar harmony. Yet… sometimes, certain forces chip away at the pieces to the point of no longer fitting together. And perhaps that is their destiny.
Still, they were too integral to the other's lives not to bleed into each other's relationships. And it was only given that such a tight-knitted group of friends would plan something just before school starts again. A Jeju trip filled with fun activities. Only, that was pre-break-up. After the separation, Sun-mi was certain to skip it, lost money be damned, but after hearing from her best friend that Sang-hun was no longer attending, she slightly wavered. It was not until after Cat’s persistent pleads, coupled with her trade-mark puppy-eyed expression, that she finally caved in.
Bad choice.
Sun-mi restlessly shifts in her seat, eyes unfocused as she valiantly tries to calm the rolling ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Despite saying yes, she doesn’t know if she’s quite ready to face the rest of the group yet, doesn’t know if she can look them in the eye and pretend everything is normal, because it isn’t. She has no choice, though. Cat made her promise to show up, a promise that has now marked her left arm with a small wave symbol. To break it would not only mean disappointing her best friend, but also contracting bad karma, and neither is something she wishes to do. So here she is; sitting on the bus to the airport. Collecting all the bravery she can muster, fake or not, while chanting a particular string of words like a mantra in her head. Everything will be fine. (Tell yourself a lie enough times and you might believe it.)
Her eyes shift to the window that allows a view of the life that is bustling outside, but she does not look at that. Instead, her gaze is drawn towards the reflection in the glass staring back at her. It takes a split second – one second too long - to recognize the identity of the girl. A set of tired eyes with a sunken darkness beneath that even three layers of foundation could not mask, dyed light brown locks born from an impulsive decision and lips smothered with lip balm in hope to magically alleviate the chapped skin. It was a look, alright. A futile attempt to brandish an appearance that would repel any questions that bordered the ‘are you okay’ axis. Maybe - hopefully - the desperation in her look would do the job all the same. It doesn’t matter as long as she didn’t have to talk about her feelings, as long as she is not given the opportunity to say things she can’t take back.
“Next stop: Gimpo Airpoirt”
The robotic announcement draws her attention and Sun-mi instantly rises up from her seat. Grabbing the small suitcase that was situated next to her seat, she heads for the doors as the bus nears the stop. As soon as the doors open, she is welcomed with the gust of a wintry breeze. Her frame shivers lightly as the cold trespasses her coat and hits her skin, and she heaves an icy breath, before stepping outside. Her quick steps take her to the entrance of the airport, its large building forming a nexus. Sun-mi is thankful for the warmth that envelops her as she enters the building and her gaze travels across the large hall.
“Sunny!!” a high-pitched voice echoes, capturing her attention. Her head turns and she soon catches the sight of a bright Cat waving enthusiastically. The western-looking girl immediately rushes to her side, followed by another – much calmer - female.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages! Oh my god- your hair ! When did you do this? How come I didn’t know about this???? AH I love it ! You look so pretty !!” Cat gushes as she pulls her into a tight embrace.
“ you’ve seen me last week Cat…” Sun-mi chuckles while patting her smaller friend on the head, ” but thank you and sorry for not telling you. I didn’t even plan on doing it to be honest. It just happened one day, I guess.”
“ It suits you,” the other girl, Hel-ro comments with a hum.
Sun-mi smiles. “Thank you..” her eyes avert. “Have the others not arrived yet?”
“No, they are here! Well, not here here. Tae-oh and Yoon went to the bathroom and – oh there they are!”
Sun-mi follows Cat’s line of sight and quickly spots the two males walking towards them. Both seem slightly surprised to see her, eyes slightly widening with eyebrows raising, but that surprise quickly makes way for a smile.
“Sun-mi, nice to see you ” Tae-oh greets as he squeezes her shoulder.
“Yeah, didn’t think you would still be joining.” Yoon blurts, only to receive an elbow in the ribs from Hel-ro. “ but glad to see you are of course.” he quickly adds, before shooting a glare into Hel-ro’s direction.
“ Don’t worry. I wasn’t sure myself either.” Sun-mi admits, eyes averting.
It is then when short yet awkward silence began to run between the group and Sun-mi can practically see the remembrance of her and Sang-hun’s break up entering their minds. An unwelcome twinge of guilt materializes within, knowing very well that with the break-up, she has caused a dissonance in a prior perfect harmony. But she pushes it aside and clears her throat, eager to break the silence [ and hopefully their train of thoughts] “Anyways, since we are all here. I guess we should check-in?”
“Uhm, about that…” Cat speaks up, smile sheepish and voice hesitant. “ There is still one coming.”
“What? Who?” Sun-mi questions, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This was the group. She can’t remember anyone else being involved other than….
No
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Ahn Sun-mi
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Sun-mi likes to think she has gotten used to the solitude of a single’s life again, that the ghosts of her past relationship no longer haunt at arbitrary times. There has been a life before Sang-hun, a life spent alone but not lonely. A life where she basked in the light of being independent of people, blissful in its own way. Sun-mi is convinced that life can be obtained again, that the walls that have crumbled down over time can be build again. There’s a cognizance, and she knows retreating back into a castle of isolation is detrimental, knows that you can’t kick emotions out till it comes back tame. But she does it anyway (because anything is better than feeling the sharp ache of heartbreak). Sun-mi may seem dauntless in anything, but she’s a coward in many other ways.
And then this happens. It’s a habit she thought to have abandoned within this past week, yet it creeps up on her from the shadows ( old habits die hard, right?). It’s like her heart knows, and involuntarily, her eyes follow. Her breath stills for a moment as a figure enters her vision and there is a flicker of an all too familiar feeling – one that tells a realization that must remain unspoken for the sake of… everything. She has missed him. It’s unfair, unfair how his mere presence could evoke warmth to burgeon within – even though she’d sworn to not feel anything anymore. And… fuck. How does he even manage to look this good in an outfit that should sport a basic look? Her fingers grab the handle of her suitcase just a bit tighter and Sun-mi has to bite down the urge to run towards him, back into the arms that became such a comforting place.
Luckily – or unluckily – reality comes crashing down, and Sun-mi has to watch how Cat performs the act she had to refrain herself from enacting upon. An unwelcome coldness seeps into her bones at the sight and she has to look away to maintain a veneer of neutrality. Her heart pulses with… what is it exactly? It feels like a medley of regret, melancholy and anger – but she isn’t quite sure who the latter is directed to ( Sanghun? Cat? Herself? ).
Sun-mi is under no compulsions that it was her that made them fall apart, that it was she who disappeared after a terse apology. He wanted to know her, to understand her, and while they know each and every nook and cranny of the other, Sun-mi knows very well there are pieces of her she’s kept so under lock no one has ever seen them. A vulnerability she couldn’t bring herself to share. It’s an openness she lacks yet something that Cat has abundance of. Sometimes, Sun-mi did think that she and Sanghun were two puzzle pieces meant to slot together, but that is until she remembers life isn’t that easy, and that they’re always growing, always changing. And the thing is, the factor that pushed her over the edge, Cat and Sanghun seemed to fit together no matter what. Their personas matched in ways hers and his could never, and it hurts to think about it, but if there is ever a world where soulmates existed, Sun-mi probably wouldn’t be his.
There are echoes of words in her head, all speaking how unusual their pairing was or how Cat would fit him much better. It would be a lie to say it didn’t affect her own friendship with Cat, though Sun-mi could never bring herself to ever hold any ill emotions towards the female. Hell, she could not even quite blame others for preferring Cat over her. As much as it hurt, there is a sliver of truth behind all those statements or jokes. Sanghun and Cat deserved each other ( maybe even more than she and he did) and if they got together, Sun-mi would support them ( even though it might kill her on the inside).
So no, she could never hate her best friend – but she can be angry at her for setting this up while it was clear she was not ready to face him yet. Ah, fuck… How is she even supposed to face him? Annoyance is the overwhelming feeling, but in with it is a raging river of anxiety that quickens her heart and churns her stomach. Throw in a healthy dollop of heartache she hasn’t properly processed yet, and the finished meal is an emotional whirlwind barely encased within her corporeal body. It must be written over her face, because there is suddenly a hand on her shoulder, causing her to stiffen in response. If this didn’t already give an indication of her unease, the relief that washed down upon her once she discovered the hand only belonged to Tae-oh would’ve done it.
“You know…” he leans slightly closer, “ you can still bolt if you want. I’ll distract them.”
Oh, Tae-oh… Kind, sympathetic Tae-oh. Aside from Sanghun and Cat, Sun-mi probably gets along with him the most. He is smart, empathetic, and always someone that you can fall back on to defuse the situation or to help you out. His offer makes a hint of a smile appear on her face and her eyes briefly travel back to Cat, before shaking her head.
“As tempting as the offer is, I’m afraid I can’t back out.” She rolls her left sleeves up to reveal the symbol that marked the promise she now regrets making.
Tae-oh lips form a small ‘o’ and he lets out a small chuckle.
“Let me guess, the puppy-eyed expression did it?”
“ What can I say? She has a weapon and knows how to use it.” Sun-mi rolls her sleeves back down and permits herself a small sigh, “so yes, guess I have to go through this – thank you for thinking about me though.”
Tae-oh smiles and squeezed her shoulder.
“No problem, that’s what friend do right?”
Right, Sun-mi thinks but doesn’t say. Instead, she shifts her focus back on their current activity, which is walking to the gate of their airplane. Of course, it is at the moment of boarding their travel transport that a sudden memory comes flashing back. Shit, they planned their seats next to each other. Panic hits, her hearts starts thundering against her ribcage, and Sun-mi suddenly becomes painstakingly aware how unprepared she is to face him, let alone to spend more than an hour right beside him. Her eyes dart around; Tae-oh had walked ahead of her and was now boarding the plane together with Joon. Cat was with Sanghun, so it was too risky to ask her. Then that leaves…. Her gaze turns, only to catch Hel-ro walking a few feet ahead of her.
“Hel-ro!” she calls out and quickens her pace to catch up with the other female.
“Can….Can we switch seats?” Sun-mi asks, while feeling her cheeks burn up in slight embarrassment. “I-it’s just that… I’m not ready yet.” It didn’t feel good admitting how she could not even handle sitting beside her ex-boyfriend, but she would take a small moment of embarrassment in exchange for not having to endure an hour of pure awkwardness.
Hel-ro lowers her eyes to her own tickets, before nodding with a smile.
“Yes, of course.”
Sun-mi can’t help but bow in gratitude, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders, and eagerly switches the tickets.
“Thank you,” she breathes out, and truly means it.
Hel-ro merely waves it off, tells her ‘it’s no problem’ and together, they board the plane. With a new ticket in her hand, Sun-mi navigates through the plane, before sitting down by the window. Okay, this is fine. At least you won’t have to sit next to him. Everything will be fine.
How awkward could this trip really be? Just avoid him and everything will be fine.
( Again, tell yourself a lie enough times and you might believe it.)
And then this happens. It’s a habit she thought to have abandoned within this past week, yet it creeps up on her from the shadows ( old habits die hard, right?). It’s like her heart knows, and involuntarily, her eyes follow. Her breath stills for a moment as a figure enters her vision and there is a flicker of an all too familiar feeling – one that tells a realization that must remain unspoken for the sake of… everything. She has missed him. It’s unfair, unfair how his mere presence could evoke warmth to burgeon within – even though she’d sworn to not feel anything anymore. And… fuck. How does he even manage to look this good in an outfit that should sport a basic look? Her fingers grab the handle of her suitcase just a bit tighter and Sun-mi has to bite down the urge to run towards him, back into the arms that became such a comforting place.
Luckily – or unluckily – reality comes crashing down, and Sun-mi has to watch how Cat performs the act she had to refrain herself from enacting upon. An unwelcome coldness seeps into her bones at the sight and she has to look away to maintain a veneer of neutrality. Her heart pulses with… what is it exactly? It feels like a medley of regret, melancholy and anger – but she isn’t quite sure who the latter is directed to ( Sanghun? Cat? Herself? ).
Sun-mi is under no compulsions that it was her that made them fall apart, that it was she who disappeared after a terse apology. He wanted to know her, to understand her, and while they know each and every nook and cranny of the other, Sun-mi knows very well there are pieces of her she’s kept so under lock no one has ever seen them. A vulnerability she couldn’t bring herself to share. It’s an openness she lacks yet something that Cat has abundance of. Sometimes, Sun-mi did think that she and Sanghun were two puzzle pieces meant to slot together, but that is until she remembers life isn’t that easy, and that they’re always growing, always changing. And the thing is, the factor that pushed her over the edge, Cat and Sanghun seemed to fit together no matter what. Their personas matched in ways hers and his could never, and it hurts to think about it, but if there is ever a world where soulmates existed, Sun-mi probably wouldn’t be his.
There are echoes of words in her head, all speaking how unusual their pairing was or how Cat would fit him much better. It would be a lie to say it didn’t affect her own friendship with Cat, though Sun-mi could never bring herself to ever hold any ill emotions towards the female. Hell, she could not even quite blame others for preferring Cat over her. As much as it hurt, there is a sliver of truth behind all those statements or jokes. Sanghun and Cat deserved each other ( maybe even more than she and he did) and if they got together, Sun-mi would support them ( even though it might kill her on the inside).
So no, she could never hate her best friend – but she can be angry at her for setting this up while it was clear she was not ready to face him yet. Ah, fuck… How is she even supposed to face him? Annoyance is the overwhelming feeling, but in with it is a raging river of anxiety that quickens her heart and churns her stomach. Throw in a healthy dollop of heartache she hasn’t properly processed yet, and the finished meal is an emotional whirlwind barely encased within her corporeal body. It must be written over her face, because there is suddenly a hand on her shoulder, causing her to stiffen in response. If this didn’t already give an indication of her unease, the relief that washed down upon her once she discovered the hand only belonged to Tae-oh would’ve done it.
“You know…” he leans slightly closer, “ you can still bolt if you want. I’ll distract them.”
Oh, Tae-oh… Kind, sympathetic Tae-oh. Aside from Sanghun and Cat, Sun-mi probably gets along with him the most. He is smart, empathetic, and always someone that you can fall back on to defuse the situation or to help you out. His offer makes a hint of a smile appear on her face and her eyes briefly travel back to Cat, before shaking her head.
“As tempting as the offer is, I’m afraid I can’t back out.” She rolls her left sleeves up to reveal the symbol that marked the promise she now regrets making.
Tae-oh lips form a small ‘o’ and he lets out a small chuckle.
“Let me guess, the puppy-eyed expression did it?”
“ What can I say? She has a weapon and knows how to use it.” Sun-mi rolls her sleeves back down and permits herself a small sigh, “so yes, guess I have to go through this – thank you for thinking about me though.”
Tae-oh smiles and squeezed her shoulder.
“No problem, that’s what friend do right?”
Right, Sun-mi thinks but doesn’t say. Instead, she shifts her focus back on their current activity, which is walking to the gate of their airplane. Of course, it is at the moment of boarding their travel transport that a sudden memory comes flashing back. Shit, they planned their seats next to each other. Panic hits, her hearts starts thundering against her ribcage, and Sun-mi suddenly becomes painstakingly aware how unprepared she is to face him, let alone to spend more than an hour right beside him. Her eyes dart around; Tae-oh had walked ahead of her and was now boarding the plane together with Joon. Cat was with Sanghun, so it was too risky to ask her. Then that leaves…. Her gaze turns, only to catch Hel-ro walking a few feet ahead of her.
“Hel-ro!” she calls out and quickens her pace to catch up with the other female.
“Can….Can we switch seats?” Sun-mi asks, while feeling her cheeks burn up in slight embarrassment. “I-it’s just that… I’m not ready yet.” It didn’t feel good admitting how she could not even handle sitting beside her ex-boyfriend, but she would take a small moment of embarrassment in exchange for not having to endure an hour of pure awkwardness.
Hel-ro lowers her eyes to her own tickets, before nodding with a smile.
“Yes, of course.”
Sun-mi can’t help but bow in gratitude, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders, and eagerly switches the tickets.
“Thank you,” she breathes out, and truly means it.
Hel-ro merely waves it off, tells her ‘it’s no problem’ and together, they board the plane. With a new ticket in her hand, Sun-mi navigates through the plane, before sitting down by the window. Okay, this is fine. At least you won’t have to sit next to him. Everything will be fine.
How awkward could this trip really be? Just avoid him and everything will be fine.
( Again, tell yourself a lie enough times and you might believe it.)
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