Chapter 10.11 - Act 10: D.C. 11 (2/2)
“…”
Han Dasom – her friend who although was a bit shy, was a kind and cute friend. But for some reason, she just didn’t want to see her right now.
“Annoying…”
Unable to find an answer, she buried her face in her arms.
*
“Why’s she like that?”
“Are you asking that because you really don’t know?”
Seeing Noh Jusup scratching his hair awkwardly, I shook my head with a sigh.
Aye, it’s okay to joke around but he shouldn’t cross the line like that.
After joking around with her not making it into the main vocal position despite her strong competitiveness, it was natural for her to be like that. At least that’s what I thought as a regular viewer of Lee Suh-ah’s youtube videos for 20 years.
Clicking my tongue, I packed my bag up and stood up from the seat. Then, I tapped on the shoulder of Han Dasom who didn’t know what to do while throwing glances at Lee Suh-ah and me.
“It’s not your fault, so why are you like that?’
“But…”
Han Dasom. Perhaps because it was her first time defeating her friend, she seemed baffled and appeared to be unsure of what to do.
It must be tough.
Reminiscing about the past, I wetted my lips and stared into Han Dasom’s trembling eyes.
“No buts. It’s a competition. We fought fair and square without using an underhanded move so don’t blame yourself too much. Sympathising with her like that would be more humiliating for Lee Suh-ah.”
“…”
Seemingly feeling sorry for Lee Suh-ah who was lying down on the desk, Han Dasom bit on her lips before giving out a sigh.
“Suh-ah… should be fine right?”
“She should be. This shouldn’t be her first time losing.”
“Suh-ah lent me an eraser last time… and talked to me… I was grateful so… I feel sorry for her…”
“…”
…I thought Han Dasom was closer to Lee Suh-ah… was their friendship limited to such memories?
I’m pretty sure they chatted quite a few times whenever they were with me but maybe they weren’t close enough to talk when I wasn’t there. Although a bit worried about Han Dasom’s school life, I decided to end it there for the time being.
“In any case, just let her be. She’ll recover by herself. For now, I’ll go to my society for a bit.”
“Society? You joined one?”
Noh Jusup tilted his head from the side.
“Yeah. Remember the one that came to our class last time?”
“There’s been new ones coming everyday, so how would I know which one?”
“That… I chased after them right when their introduction finished.”
“Nn?”
He seemed to be in thought for a while with a frown before shooting his eyebrows up.
“What? You mean that weird Religion whatever society?”
“Yeah that.”
Noh Jusup made a dumbfounded expression.
“But why would you join a society like that? If it’s you, I’m sure you could join any society and the seniors will welcome you with open arms.”
Well, I don’t think the word ‘any’ included the musical club though. Hiding a bitter smile, I spoke of whatever that popped up in my head.
“It seems to be a society with a fair bit of history. Well, the number of members is a bit low but…”
“Should I join as well…?”
Seeing Han Dasom closing in from the side, I smiled and pushed her away slightly.
“Nah, you said you enjoyed taking pictures right? It’s not right for me to stop you from doing the activities you enjoy.”
“I don’t mind though…”
She seemed a bit dispirited but after throwing a glance at her, I turned around.
“I’ll get going then.”
“Yah. See ya.”
“See you.”
Ah right, I needed to take Song Mirae with me as well.
After locating Song Mirae who was lively teasing the angry Jun Shihyuk, I dragged her out of the class.
*
“Is this the right place…?”
“Yeah.”
As her foot touched the floor, it creaked which startledly made her fall back.
Thinking that she truly was a lady of a rich family to be surprised by things like that, I clicked my tongue before stopping and looking around.
The worn-out corridor continued without an end. The wooden tiles on the floor showed signs of weathering and the walls had paint falling off, while the interior design didn’t follow the recent trends and the windows creaked from the wind.
Right now, we were in the Old Main Building of Future Performing Arts High School.
“…I thought the Old Main Building wasn’t being used.”
Perhaps insecure about the status of the floor, Song Mirae carefully walked and complained.
“If it wasn’t being used, they would’ve demolished it already instead of leaving it be.”
“…”
Seeing her pouting lips, I turned around.
Fitting its history which exceeded forty years, Future Arts High had an old building but that was in the past because a few years ago, they had done a huge renovation and changed almost everything.
Therefore, we had been using the new building that had the most up-to-date equipment as the main building and for other purposes.
However, this old building was an exception. Maybe the school didn’t see the need to rebuild it, but it had been left as is and now it was being used as storages and rooms for societies.
In fact, it just appeared old and the building itself didn’t have any other problems.
“Ehew… Can’t we just join another society?”
But Song Mirae, born from the Future Foundation didn’t seem to like it.
Clicking my tongue, I quickly carried my feet.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to come.”
“Ah…! That’s not what I meant. Hehe.”
After walking a bit more with Song Mirae who amiably came closer and babbled, the door of the society room which I had seen before when I had previously come to locate the society room appeared from a distance.
Walking up closer to that door which had the paper reading ‘RC Society’ stuck crudely, I looked at Song Mirae once before knocking.