you could be the king; but watch the queen conquer

Other actors and actresses entered the room, and Krystal switched every so slightly to kindness, making sure she called them all 'sunbae-nim' and treating them with the utmost respect. Their cookie-cutter responses didn't bother her, for she could see sincerity when it stood in front of her. The cast sat down and began their reading, flipping through the pages of the first episode. Krystal, it seemed, would be more than likely playing herself. Her character was somewhat mean, somewhat spoilt- the character even had an odd sense of charisma that contained coldness and a heavy heart. Though her face didn't show it, Krystal was glad that she had received this kind of character. It seemed to suit her well.

She listened attentively as they explained the love story between herself and Woo Bin. She showed no change in attitude as they told her that Woo Bin would the character who 'melted the ice' and 'broke down her walls'. Though the story was interesting, Krystal couldn't help but internally roll her eyes at the cliché. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, and she was sure she would play the role well. She was, indeed, playing herself- sans the falling in love aspect. Krystal looked back at Woo Bin, wondering what expression would stud his handsome but arrogant face. Curiosity lingered in the irises of her eyes, and there was a small speck of interest in her eye to his reaction.

The room was quiet, the silence engulfing both of them. The male truly preferred it like this. The silence, the dust being left undisturbed, a door separating him from the rest of the world, they were all what he loved about this room in particular. However, the world had invaded his private sanctuary; this stranger had intruded on him, and while he had no right to be annoyed he was. The library was open to the public, and that included every room attached to it. Since very few people ever ventured into the room, let alone the library, he felt very possessive of the area. It belonged to him and him alone, Sehun felt. Others could visit, but they weren’t welcome to stay.

It was a matter of seconds before she spoke, but it felt like eternity to Sehun. The strange girl seemed to be having an inner battle for a moment, until she finally stepped forward and placed the book in his hands, asking him a question. Does she really not know how to check out a book from the library? Or has she never been to this one before? Perhaps she is a new student… His mind began to race as his eyes looked back into hers, until her gaze shifted behind him. Turning his head Sehun was about to answer her question, holding onto the book of myths, before she quickly walked past where he was sitting. Standing up, his mouth hanging open stupidly he was about to ask what was on the wall, until he realized it was photos alumni.

The boy was about to speak, but the girl seemed to be too engrossed in the photos. She was strange, not just a stranger, but strange, he thought. With a gentle nudge he pushed the chair he had been sitting in under the table, gripping the book she had given him in his hand. He walked behind her, looking at the photos himself. The females eyes were focusing on something or someone in the pictures, but Sehun could not figure out what or who.

Soon the silence once again was broken by the girl, another question escaping her lips as she turned to him. He took a step back, not realizing how close he was to her. Her voice seemed strained and her demeanor different than that of before. She seemed almost to be hurt, he thought. The boy couldn’t shake the feeling from before; perhaps her uneasiness was what was affecting him earlier. Instantly he wanted to help her, to get rid of the uneasiness for both of them. His eyes flickered to the girls brown ones, his mind racing once more. He wasn’t quite sure as to where he could find such information, but he had some guesses.

Her past self, however, relished in her power. She watched the stuttering boy try to give her help, as if watching a creature trying to come out of its skin. Krystal watched him with both sadness and embarrassment as he tried to talk to her without stuttering every five seconds. The boy, if anything, was of some help. The poor thing was scared out of its wits by the girl who seemed to be shifting from one personality to another. It was a moment that Krystal had never foreseen. The queen of control, she was weakened by the painful humanity that resided in her past. Biting her lip in thought, Krystal calmed herself down for a moment. Heavy breathing in the air, it was several universes before she finally found some peace.

The boy, of course, was looking at her like some animal in a zoo. Perhaps that was where she belonged. Krystal took control of her body, but she could feel the irritating other self scratching on the walls of her consciousness. She just needed to see him one more time, and she would rest. Krystal, deciding it would be easier to simply give the incessant fool what it wants, looked at the boy seriously. A part of her wanted to tell him to disappear like foam in the sky, or make him angry enough to force her out the library- even out of the college. Being in this painfully nostalgic environment was not good for her at all. It becomes obvious that her sanity was in question. She needed to settle this unfortunate situation before someone else took complete control. With a sigh, she realised she needed the boy to help her grant her past self's wish.

In a flash, her enigmatic self returned and she crossed her arms. Looking at the boy from head to toe, she watched his handsome but awkward self closely. Blonde hair and traditionally handsome features, she searched for his kryptonite in his irises. She had known from other experiences that it wasn't a good idea to wake a sleeping dragon, and maybe that was what this boy was. It was always the quiet ones you have to look out for. Turning back to look at the picture, she needed to get rid of the pest at all costs. Though foolish looking by her standards, she knew the man in front of her was intelligent enough to know that there was something wrong with her. She was a realist, and a part of her could tell so was he. Maybe they could use one another. 

"I'm Soojung," she said, using the name she preferred to use as the 'Krystal' title felt more like armour than an identity. She didn't even know this poor stranger's name, but she knew she couldn't let this one go. Anyone else in the school was already half useless, and would ask too many questions. He was already in too deep- why shouldn't Krystal let him sink or swim? "I need help finding someone," she said, in a voice that was kind enough to sound sincere but cold enough to intimidate him. "A past student. That one," she pointed at the group picture, fixing her slender fingertip to the person she was looking for. 

Not looking at the younger girl yet he flicked through his script aimlessly before a quirked eyebrow appeared as he heard that he, and the girl would be his partner in this drama. “Ahh really?” He asked, wanting to hear it again as his gaze shifted, before locking onto on the young girl’s eyes.