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jinah managed to fulfill her goals and slept all day sunday. she only woke up at six in the afternoon, took the opportunity to take a shower, eat something and take a look at the movies that were on tv, then returned to her room and slept more. she slept so much that at three in the morning she woke up tired from sleeping. from then on, her body went into a critical state of inertia, so blinking was a very difficult task to do, and it was until dawn. the fact that the windows were closed and there was no opening that allowed the light to enter prevented her from realizing that it was time to get up, but, fortunately, there was christopher bang, or simply bang chan, to make things work in that apartment.
"jinjin?" the blond boy called outside, knocking on the door. "can i come in or are you naked? i don't wanna see you naked, seriously!"
being heard when her face was shoved on a pillow wasn't a very easy task, but thanks to the almost total silence, jinah managed to make her murmur swept over the walls and into her friend's clever auditory channels.
"you've taken all the sleep in the world all for yourself, my god." chan was already opening the curtains and the windows, as he always did. "and get up or you'll be late for class, it's almost seven already."
"i'm numb," she muttered after two attempts to move her legs. "it's as if my muscles have melted."
"of course! after about twenty hours in that cave, what did you expect?" impatiently, chan pulled his friend's covers and had the sight of her body covered only by a large black shirt. "come on, get dressed before breakfast gets cold."
gathering all her strength in a rush of courage and motivated by a tasty breakfast, jinah mumbled the whole way to the bathroom. after brushing her teeth, she went into the stall and switched on the shower in the cold, intent on warding off the lethargy that was already bothering her nervous system and making her angry. she didn't bother dressing cutely as she usually did, and just tried to hide her swollen face with a little makeup, put on jeans and a comfortable sweatshirt, dried her hair, slipped on her sneakers and left the room.
the apartment wasn't so small, but being shared by four people, it was normal for a few mounds of clutter to accumulate here and there, since the residents spent most of the day — or night — out and didn't have much time to worry about the tidiness of the place, only doing it during the weekends. jinah crossed the room and found some books cluttered on the coffee table along with two empty coffee cups and a lost leather jacket. she had a faint memory of leaving one of those glasses there, and her sense told her to pick them up. arriving in the kitchen, the scene that was already so accustomed to see every day was repeated for the umpteenth time.
chan shared his space on the table with a medical book and a plate of toast with strawberry jam, always studying madly for the tests that would still be applied at the end of the period. beside him, jade blew her cup of steaming coffee carefully while changbin rested his head on the shoulder of the american girl, too busy with his phone and a piece of cake.
jinah wasn't sure when the boy moved definitely to that apartment. at first, when he started dating jade, his visits were timid and occurring only on weekends, but as time went by, the two started to share the bed and changbin couldn't leave because jade always convinced him to stay a little longer. since then, finding him in the rooms, regardless of the time or day, became routine, and both jinah and chan would find it strange if they didn't see him again. despite the strange obsession with black and the false aura of bad boy — since he was a sweetheart, as jade herself said — changbin became an essential part of that small family.
"look, she's out of the coma." the brunette girl, with two unique wicks painted blond on the front, joked after jinah left the dirty cups in the sink. "i thought you'd become part of the mattress."
"good morning to you, too," jinah said wryly, letting her body fall into the empty chair beside changbin.
so that's how it was, huh? you trusted that person, did them favors, shared a life with them, but you can't go a few hours off without them pointing out this and that about you. again, friendship is everything.
"how was saturday night?" chan asked, not taking his eyes off the book. "i wish i'd asked you before, but you kinda hibernated."
"the one we were talking shit about last week?" the boy lifted his head from his girlfriend's shoulder and set his cake and phone aside for a moment.
"boring, but i discovered something." jinah winced as she took a sip of her coffee, mentally cursing herself for not blowing it up before, and turned to changbin. "you know jisung?"
it wasn't exactly talking shit, but the four of them had come together at lunchtime to discuss how gan jisung's relationship with kwon chaerin was a bit strange, and they ended up calling him an idiot for not realizing that the girl was doing things right behind his back.
"uh huh. he fell on my branch and said he was kicked, he seemed devastated."
"chaerin was a coward," changbin said. "if she wanted to be with seungmin instead of jisung, she should've been sincere from the start, not insisted on the idea of marriage, even though she knew she was going to leave him."
"wow." chan's lips formed a sad pout. "not that i'm surprised... after all, it was many the times that we saw chaerin going out with seungmin, but still..."
"she may have her motives." jinah shrugged. "as absurd as it sounds, i don't like to make judgments before i hear both sides of the story."
"still, i think it was stupid. but what did you tell him?"
"i've tried to distract him, i've spurted some nonsense and all. i think he needs more of a friend than a project of psychologist by phone who'll forget about him once the call ends."
immediately, jade raised an eyebrow and cast a smug glance at choi. "and you want to be this friend?"
jinah shrugged again. "maybe, why not?"
"hey, it's not what you're thinking."
the american giggled and sipped the coffee that was still in her hand. "so not wasting time, huh?"
"oh, jinjin, please" chan also laughed, but less presumptuous than jade and more interested in the subject. "you suck at hiding it, we've caught you drooling over jisung in the hallways countless times.
"i wasn't drooling over him." jinah frowned. "i was just... staring."
"that's how it starts," jade said, getting up. "just be careful not to be anyone's toy. we don't know much about jisung, but i wouldn't be surprised if he started using someone just to look good in front of chaerin."
it was true that from time to time she'd stare at han for no solid reason, but that was all. obviously jisung caught everyone's attention because he was very handsome, but jinah never looked at him with ulterior motives. after all, he was about to get married and wanting a committed person wasn't part of her character, so much so that the ‘feeling’ that she felt for him couldn't even be titled as crush, but maybe as a kind of admiration or something, that's all.
"that's true." chan stood as well and shoved his books into his backpack. "but you're an adult, and i think you know how to take good care of yourself. now come on, it's our last year and we can't be late."
jinah decided not to retort jade's words for a part of her being aware that perhaps her american friend was right, and also because she couldn't miss the first lesson at all, because it was the subject in which she had the most difficulty. she finished her breakfast quickly and helped changbin put half of the things in the refrigerator, making a mental note not to forget to wash all the dishes when they arrived, since her turn to do it was the day before, but she didn't do the task for have overslept.
