Song of the Chapter - (Silhouette, Owl City)

Your POV

After calming down from crying in the nurse's office, I returned to the classroom. I saw Chaeyoung getting up from her seat and approaching me, but I ignored her as I continued to walk to my seat.

"Are you okay?" she asked, getting in my way.

I stared at her for a few seconds before nodding, "yeah, I am (not)," I said before clearing my throat, "I'm totally (not) okay."

"Please step away," I said, gently brushing her to the side.

She grabbed me by the wrist, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You did nothing wrong," I said, shaking her grip off my wrist, "it's better if you continue to ignore me – that way, I can save myself from embarrassment."

Chaeyoung POV

The way he said those things to me hurt – why was I so affected by how he talked to me? Is it because he was an essential part of my life?

When he sat down on his seat, I returned to mine and looked behind me to see him staring out the window while biting on his lower lip as if trying to stop himself from crying – my guess turned out to be correct when he quickly wiped his cheeks. 

I sighed and turned my attention to my table, staring at it momentarily before remembering that I had just picked up my phone from the repair shop with my mom – she told me I had dropped it a few days ago.

Thefirst thing I checked was the gallery app – most of the recent photos wereof me and random things like food and whatnot, but as I scrolled farther down,I was surprised to see Y/n's photos. 

picture

I furrowed as I stared at his photo – why was it in my phone?

Flashback

*SNAP* 4x

"What are you doing?"

"Filling your camera rolls with my pictures – in case you miss me."

"As if I would."

End Flashback

I shook my head, trying to get the weird memory out of my mind as I turned my phone off and sighed, resting my head on my desk.

???? POV

I entered Mr. Yoo's office after receiving a text from my boss.

"Thank you for letting us use your office, Mr Yoo," said Mr. Park as he shook hands with the former.

Mr. Yoo nodded and smiled, "let me know if you guys need anything," he said before leaving the office, leaving me, Mr. Park, and another one of my friends in it.

"You said there was an urgent matter to discuss, sir?" I asked, sitting on the couch as I looked at Mr. Park.

He nodded and sighed softly, crossing his arms, "it's about Y/n's mom death," he said.

"What's with it, sir?"

Mr. Park shook his head and leaned against the sofa, "it didn't occur to me before me before, but when I checked the name of the doctor who took care of Y/n, his mother was the same person."

I tilted my head, "and this means...."

"I think what Mr Park tried to say is..." my friend chimed in, "that there might be a possibility that the doctor was paid by Kang Jichul to... you know?" he made a slitting gesture on his throat. "Y/n and his mother."

I nodded understandingly, "oh, I see!" I looked at them, "what's the doctor's name?"

"I think it was Song Jaerim."

Song Jae-rim... I tilted my head and crossed my head, "I think I've heard that name before," I said and looked at them.

"Can you remember where?"

I furrowed and tried my best to recall where I had heard that name before, and after a few minutes, I looked at them, "yeah, I think I heard Chanyeol said the doctor that diagnosed Chaeyoung was the same doctor," I said.

Your POV

I yawned and rested my head on my desk, facing the window while looking at the darkening clouds, slowly falling asleep.

"4D?"

My plan to take a short nap was canceled when Jin shook my body. I hummed in response. "She is here," he whispered.

I quickly raised my head from the desk before looking at Chaeyoung, standing in front of my desk, with a nervous smile. "What do you want?" I asked before leaning against my seat.

Chaeyoung POV

I suddenly felt nervous when I heard his voice, "can we uh... can we talk after school? Just the two of us?" I cleared my throat and looked everywhere but Y/n's face.

"What's there to talk about?" he replied.

I took a deep breath before answering, "about the relationship between us," I said.

Y/n looked at me in surprise, "what about our relationship?" he asked while raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head and took my phone out of my pocket, "I actually wanted your explanation about this," I said before showing him his picture in my phone, "yeah, that's what I am more curious about."

Y/n stared at the picture for a few seconds before moving his eyes to me, "what's with that picture – no, the better question is, why do you have my picture on your phone?"

"I..."

He got up from his seat and bent slightly, his face closing on mine, "you do know that it is not ethical to take pictures of someone without their consent, right?"

I looked at him in surprise, "I'm sorry? Why would I be taking picture of you in the first place? Besides," I looked at his picture and scoffed, "it looked more like a selfie to me."

Jin POV

I couldn't help but giggle when I saw how red Chaeyoung's cheeks were when Y/n continued to tease her about the pictures. "Both of you, there is a place and time for this kind of interaction," I exclaimed, and Y/n looked at me.

After a few seconds, he turned to look at Chaeyoung, "fine. If you want to talk privately, wait for me at the nurse's office."

Chaeyoung cleared her throat and nodded, "okay," she said before returning to her seat, bumping into another student's desk as she did so.

*Time skip*

Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and I were walking through the hall when Jungkook appeared in front of us with a serious expression.

"What do you want?" Baekhyun asked, clenching his fists.

Jungkook looked at him and faked a laugh, "woah, calm down there, buddy. I just want to have a word with you guys," he said.

^^^^^

We decided to talk to him – I mean, there is no harm in talking with Jungkook, right? Even though he was such an ass to Y/n and us in general. "So, you are telling us that the doctor that took care of Chaeyoung was the same one that was in charge with Y/n and my mother?" Chanyeol asked, crossing his arms.

"I think... wait, did you just say, 'my' mother?" I looked at him in surprise.

Chanyeol looked at me and chuckled, "yeah, Y/n and my mother... Park Jumi. I thought he already told you guys," he said, and Baekhyun and I exchanged looks.

"No. This is new to us," Baekhyun shook his head.

Jungkook cleared his throat, "anyway, yeah. The same doctor took care of all three of them."

"So, what does that mean?" Baekhyun looked at him with his arms crossed.

Your POV

After school, I met Chaeyoung in the nurse's office as we agreed. I leaned against the doorframe while looking at her sitting on the bed.

Neither of us talked as we let the awkward silence fill the room. After a few minutes, I took a deep breath and broke the silence, "so," I looked at her.

"Why?" she asked, looking at me.

I raised an eyebrow, "why... what?"

"Why are there pictures of you in my gallery?"

I sighed before answering, "well, a few months ago – before all these shits happened to us, you and I... we used to be close, you know?" I shrugged and walked closer to her, "we would hang out often, and those pictures were just some of the things that we took while hanging out."

I took my phone out and showed her a picture of her that I set as my phone's lock screen, "see? I have your pictures in my phone too," I said with a small smile.

Chaeyoung looked at the photo before looking at my face, "but, why is my picture set as your lock screen?"

I shrugged, "you tell me," I said.

She took a few minutes before answering, "is it because you like me or something?"

I thought for a moment – it was true, but that wasn't the reason I had in mind. "No," I shook my head.

"Was it a part of a challenge?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "still no."

After a few more guesses, she finally got it right, "were we a couple?"

I kept quiet and stared at her, "tell me, Y/n. Were we in a relationship?"

"Do I really have to answer that obvious question?" I sighed.

Chaeyoung nodded and put her phone down, "yeah, you must."

I stared at her for a few seconds before nodding, "can't I do this instead as an answer?" I asked, walking towards her.

"Do what?" she asked, staring at me wide-eyed.

I shrugged, "this," I said before leaning in, kissing her softly as I put my phone in my pocket.

A few seconds later, I broke the kiss, and she stared at me wide-eyed, "Y/n...."

I cleared my throat and stared at her, "is that enough to answer your question?"