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Jung Miyoung

"What the fuck, man?" Hyungwon exclaimed

The two paused their make out session and I was so revolted I nearly threw up. The girl was Soyoung, his ex girlfriend, the reason why Eunmi and Changkyun got together in the first place, Changkyun stared back at Hyungwon, with not a trace of regret in his eyes

"What?" he spat

"You're cheating on your girlfriend, you bastard!" I roared

"Nope" Changkyun said "As of now, she is my ex girlfriend"

Soyoung sat up and threw her long brown hair over her bare shoulder

"That skank? Clearly Changkyun was confused. Why would he choose her when he could have me?"

She giggled, as Changkyun snickered

"You fucking whore!" I screamed. I was about to yank out all of her hair extension before someone stopped me in my tracks

"Miyoung"

It was Eunmi, standing in the doorway. Her expression was lethal. I watched as Changkyun's gaze connected with hers

"I can't believe I let myself stoop that fucking low" she snarled "I had forgotten all the shit you've done to me in the past. I forgot that I fucking hated you"

She turned on her heels and marched away. I trailed behind her as she disappeared around the corner

"Eunmi?" I called

The hall was empty. I went into the nearest room and there she was, curled up against a wall in the dark, crying her eyes out

Gone was her facade of hostility. She was vulnerable, and that's what sucked about falling in love

It made you vulnerable

"He-he said that he'd meet me in his sister's room" she choked "that he wanted to get away from everyone else"

I slid down next to her and let her weep into my shoulder. At times like this, words were not needed. All you needed was presence, because nothing could be said to fix what had happened

I didn't know what to say to her anyway

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The next morning was the worst. Eunmi was cheerful to the extent that it was abnormal. She woke me up with breakfast in bed and talked about how great life was. She whistled while she did the dishes. There was barely an indication that Changkyun had even existed at all

"Are you okay?" I asked

"Yeah! I'm fine!" she exclaimed

I gave her a look

"Really, Miyoung I am"

Her eyes were hollow. She was a shell

"Now, do you wanna go shopping today?"

"No, not really" I thought in my head "I have to study for that physics exam on Monday"

"Yes" I said "I'd love to"

As we wandered around the shopping centre like mindless teenaged consumers compelled by capitalism, I began to accept the fact that being overly cheerful was Eunmi's coping mechanism. Some people cry, some people write poetry, and some people get angry. Eunmi's was the worst because I couldn't help her. She didn't want to be helped. I'd rather her cry on my shoulder than retain all her distraughtness

"This is cute" she said, fingering the fabric of a grey blouse

I hummed in agreement

"Miyoung?"

"Hm?"

"You should date a boy"

I snorted at her

"Uh huh. Yeah. Right"

"I'm serious"

"I don't like"

Eunmi chuckled and selected the blouse. She led me to the fitting rooms and we chatted as she tried it on

"Seriously, Miyoung, I don't even think you hate Hyungwon. I think what you feel for him is so strong that you can't even understand it. So, naturally, you assume it's hatred"

I rolled my eyes. Was she serious?

"Is your middle name 'bullshit'?" I deadpanned

"No, Miyoung. I'm being one hundred percent honest. You and Hyungwon have this really sexually intense love-hate thing going on. Some sort of nerdy one too, like you'd be arguing about chemical formulas and then start making out from the sexual tension. God, you should see the way he looks at you when he's mad at you. Like he hates you so much but can't help but want to kiss you and make out right then and there"

"Ew, Eunmi! What the fuck?"

I could almost see Eunmi's smug grin

"Just stating the obvious"

Then she burst into giggles, and I didn't stop her. If she garnered happiness from my misery, then so be it