- Narrator POV -
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Soo Jung was still burrowed under the covers. She'd stayed up late cleaning the wheels on her skateboard, but, had she the option, she'd still sleep in -- no matter what the occasion. Her phone began to trill at her from its place on her nightstand. Soo Jung groaned, rolled over, and promptly chucked the phone into her laundry basket -- which served more as an makeshift basketball hoop than a place for dirty laundry. Just as she was about to settle back in to a deep sleep, her phone trilled again. It seemed quite affronted at having been thrown into a basket with her dirty clothes.
"Fine, fine. Stupid phone," Soo Jung muttered, rolling out of bed to check the message.
- Ya! Get your ass over here. Awesome skate park. By the law school. -
"Awesome skate park, huh?" She said, a smirk creeping along her face. "How can I say no to that?"
Grabbing the cleanest smelling clothes off the floor, Soo Jung grabbed her board, her phone, and her wallet before dashing to the door.
Her flat was a small one, but it was perfect for someone like Soo Jung. Her employer, Narsha, had been kind enough to find it for her cheap. It was near enough to the Seoul Romance building that she could skate on over and far enough away so she wouldn't have to look at it everyday.
Just before Soo Jung reached the door, her phone rang once again. A message from Narsha.
- Don't forget. We need you today. Be here by 1PM, got it? -
She checked the time. 11AM. She'd have time. After all, the law school was just as close to Seoul Romance as she was. As long as she didn't get arrested (again), she'd make it back in time.
Law school. Seungho hated it. The people were too uptight, the classes were boring, and, most importantly of all, the books were too. Damn. Heavy.
'What I wouldn't give to throw all these at my roommate...' Seungho thought to himself, mind going back to his obnoxious roommate with absolutely no sense of humor -- Im Yunho. How he got stuck with the worst roommate in history remained a mystery to him. Seungho, it seeemed, just had horrible luck.
To passerby, Seungho looked the picture of elegant. It seemed as though he could carry 500 ton weights and not break a sweat. The Ice Prince was perfect and nothing could convince those annoying fangirls otherwise.
"Ya! You call that a flip? My grandma could do better than that and she's a pile of ashes!"
Seungho's ears perked up at the voice. No one at Gyoungjae University talked that way. Peering around his books, he caught sight of them. They were notorious on campus for, well, not being law students. In fact, more than half of them had either: a) dropped out or b) never gone to college in the first place. The Skateheads were a warning to all students as to what would happen if you didn't go to college. You'd start holding belching contests and carrying around a beatup skateboard. And let's face it, no one at Gyoungjae University wanted that.
"Screw you, Soo Jung! I'd like to see you do better."
A nasally female voice (the one that had spoken before) piped up, "Watch and learn, YangJi-hyung."
What happened next Seungho would have never prepared himself for. It happened like a slow-motion shot in a movie. Seungho took one step forward and the only female Skatehead (Soo Jung?) glided forward until THUD. The two collided. Seungho's books flew out of his arms and Soo Jung's board rolled weakly away from the wreckage.
The end picture was almost comical. Seungho lay flat on his back, his Criminal Law book obscuring his face from view. Soo Jung lay on top of him with Seungho's Ethics book face-up on the small of her back.
The two of them groaned and Soo Jung attempted to stand up, biting back a hiss of pain as she did so. Seungho lay on the ground as if paralyzed.
"Oi, you alright?" Soo Jung asked, poking Seungho's stomach.
Seungho moaned and sat up, the book that was covering his face falling to his lap. And just like that, a spell had been broken. Seungho's fangirls rushed to his side squealing and crying (yes, real tears), asking if he was okay.
"Ya! Apologize to the Prince!" One girl demanded.
Soo Jung scoffed. "Your 'Prince' was in my way," she elbowed the other girls out of the way and looked Seungho dead in the eye. "Next time 'Prince', don't stand there like a stupid statue waiting to be knocked over."
As Soo Jung got up and walked away, Seungho watched her go, the sounds of her words and his fangirls' cries of protest ringing in his ears.
Ah, this is the best I can do right now.