~NINE~
GREASY LUCK

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“Okay, pick your partners.” The instructor said. I get back to my senses. I don’t know who’s going to be my partner.
“Yumae!” I look up, a guy offering me his hand.
“Can you be my partner?” I smile. Thank God I have a friend like him.
“S-sure, Kai.” Then he grabbed my hand.
“First position for boys, place your right hand on the girls’ waist.” The instructor said. As Kai slowly put his hand on my waist, I feel some electricity all over my body. Gosh, what is this feeling? I gulp as I can feel his hand.
“For girls, left hand to the guy’s right shoulder.” The instructor said, I awkwardly lift my left hand slowly not looking to Kai, but to my surprise, Kai hold my hand as if helping me to lift my own hand then he slowly placed my hand onto his shoulder. I look at him this time and he looks at me too, we’re locking our eyes to each other, he’s taller than me so that his head is tilted down just to look at me.
“Then guy’s left hand should support the girl’s right hand and stretch it, leveling it to the girls’ shoulder.” Instructor said. I trace Kai’s hand with my eyes as he slowly grabs my right hand and lift it, holding on it with care.
“Then, you should have locked your eyes together.” I gulp then slowly move my eyes to meet his. He smirks at me. Gosh… I simply bite my lower lip and try not to be affected by his presence.
“48 counts to your partner the switch partners, another 48 counts then switch partners again. 48 counts again then go back to your original partners.” The instructor explained.
We are dancing waltz, the instructor had finished teaching us regarding the steps and we’re now ready to try it while switching with partners.
“1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8…” the instructor counts.
Kai’s presence is so strong. He’s a good, no—he’s a very great dancer too. Until I remember the first day I’ve met him at the door and the moment that I crushed myself to him. I smile a bit, time is so fast and now we’re getting closer. I can’t help not to smile when I remember the scenario at the locker room where we cross paths again.
“What’s funny?” he asked. I get back to my senses quickly.
“Huh? Uh… nothing.”
“Seriously? Do I have any dirt in my face?”
“Nothing. I-I just remember… something.” Then he nod and he stare deeply in my eyes. My brows furrow a little, why all of a sudden? I pout as I feel the wall between the two of us.
“Alright, switch partners!” the instructor commanded. I turn and…
“Hi.” I smile.
“K-Kyungsoo…” we danced together, the atmosphere between me and Kyungsoo is so clear, like close friends.
“And, switch again!” I turn again and… a bored face surprised me.
“K-Kris?” I murmured. He looked at me with furrow brows. Did he hear me?
“WHAT?”
“N-nothing.” I tilt my head down to the ground. I hate this feeling. Why I can’t look in his eyes directly and comfortably? My chest is like bursting. Thank God, after a few seconds I get back to Kai—where I can feel that… I am safe.

After the social dance class, I am vacant for today. No more classes while Kai and all the boys have their exclusive for boys P.E subject. Kind of weird and seems like girls are avoiding me. Don’t they want to be friends with me? Right now I am alone again in the cafeteria and all I can see is girls. A little later two girls walk pass by me…
“You are Park Chanyeol’s girlfriend right?” the one girl from the left asked. What? Chanyeol… his girlfriend?
My brows furrow…
“W-What girlfriend?” I asked
“Don’t lie and hide about your relationship with him. Many students or probably all the students here in CPA had seen your pictures with him from Hong Kong.” The other one answered.
“Hide a relationship? Where did you see those?” I asked.
“At the ‘post-it’ board.” I didn’t even think for another second and run straightly to the Post-it board. Anyways, the Post-it board is a freedom board where you can post anything you like, a news, photos, message to someone, a gift, greetings, or even banner, and missing things. What is this? There are so many girls here. I make my way through the crowd. My eyes almost drop when I see our self-cameras… the ice cream house, baozi, the noodles, at Disneyland, and in the HOTEL? I can’t even speak. I step back…
“Hey! She’s Chanyeol’s girlfriend!” one of the girls exclaimed. Uh-oh, here comes trouble!
“No. I’m not.”
“Don’t hide it. Here are the proofs.”
“You’re just a new student here and then you’re now hooking the famous photographer! How dare you!”
“W-Wait, she is Chanyeol’s unknown model in the exhibit remember?”
“You ruined my plans!” they all scold me like I made a crime as they trapped me. I guess all of them are Chanyeol’s admirer.
“But I am not his—” my left cheek warms as I feel the impact of the girl’s hand who slapped me. Reality sets in, so this is how they treat new students here? Just for a guy? Can’t they just the hell understand that I AM NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND?!
“You’re a thief. Trying to steal Chanyeol from me, no you can’t.” said the girl who slapped me. I grip my fist. I’m firing up. No one has the right to hurt me except for my parents.
“First of all, I am not a thief. Second, Chanyeol is not my boyfriend and he is not a thing to be stolen. Lastly, who the hell are you?” I said, rising up my head. No one can make me feel that I am small.
“Oh, you’re a bitch!” the girl was about to approach me, I’m not moving from where I am standing. I am brave.
“Raeja, stop it!” one of her friends said. I grin and that makes her madder.
“What’s happening?” a guy shouts.
“The President!” someone exclaimed and everyone are like bubbles that disappears in just a blink of an eye.
“We are not yet over.” Raeja said with fierce eyes.
“Fine.” I teasingly replied. She walked away.
“You… okay?” ask the President.
“Yes, I’m fine.”

I am on my way to the dorm. I wanted to talk to Chanyeol why did our photos are posted like that?

1 message received.
From: Kyung Soo
Yumae, meet me at the pool right now.

My brows furrow, right now? It must be very important but their exclusive class is not yet done…

From: Kyung Soo
Please, Yumae…

I quickly run to the gym building and head straight to the pool.
“Kyung Soo?” I called.
“Where are you?”
“Kyung Soo?” no one’s answering except my own echo. I send him a text, but I accidentally sent it to Kai! I dial Kyung Soo’s number on my phone.

Calling Kyung Soo…
Just then a phone ring, the phone is beside the pool. I came over and I see my name on the phone
Yumae Calling…
This is Kyung Soo’s phone!

“Kyung Soo? This is not funny!” I yelled then—
“Aaaaah!” I scream. Someone pushed me to the pool and everything shuts down—BLACK.

KYUNG SOO’S POINT OF VIEW:
“Okay 30 minutes break.” The physical instructor said. This exclusive subject is so tiring. I sit on the bench and get my bag. Where is it? My cell phone is missing. Where did I leave it? At the social room? I stand up and go there but there’s no phone left in the room. Where could it be? I disappointedly go back to my class and take a rest as well as the others.
“Excuse me, Kyungsoo can I ask you a favor?” the instructor approached me.
“Yes Sir, what is it?”
“Can you get my green whistle at the gym’s building located on locker 57.”
“Okay Sir.”
“Thank you.” My feet automatically move and march all the way to the gym building. As I got there at the locker room,I get the instructor’s green whistle when—
“Aaaah!” Someone shouts. What’s that?
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW:
“Excuse me Sir, do you know where is Kyung Soo?”
“I ask him a favor to get my green whistle at the gym building.”
“Oh, thank you sir.” Then he smiles.

From: Yumae
Kyung Soo where are you? I’m here.

What’s with this message? I entered the gym building and to the locker room.
“Kyung Soo?” no one is answering. I head to the pool… I step back. Kyung Soo is on top of her—Yumae. Kissing her?
“Kyung Soo!” they are both dripping wet. He’s not moving until someone punches him from behind. What?
“Kris!” I yelled. What is he doing here?
“What are you doing Kyung Soo?” Kris exclaimed. He’s like a wild beast.
“Nothing. I saw her drowning!” Kyung Soo answered with bleeding lips. While the two beasts are arguing, I run to Yumae to find out her condition. She’s unconscious.
“Yumae? Yumae?” I slightly shake her body but it doesn’t work.
“Stupid!” Kris exclaimed and drags my collar then he leaned down to Yumae and sticks his lips to hers. Something inside my chest is screaming, I can see right in front of me how Kris revive her and as he pump her chest, all I want to see is that she’ll be fine.
“Damn.” Kris curse out as he gives Yumae a mouth-to-mouth respiration until she cough and puke the water she had drunk.
Kris sighs and hugs Yumae ever so tightly. The feeling it gives to me is so torturing. I can’t—I can’t watch this anymore—not her.
“Kai!” its Kyungsoo’s voice from behind as my feet automatically moves forward. I stop, hesitating to look back.
“Kris? Kris?” a soft, weak voice—Yumae is calling out his name. My fist are gripping with I don’t know reason. I continue to walk away and left them.


YUMAE’S POINT OF VIEW:
Tomorrow will be the CPA Dorm Competition. I find it so challenging. After what happened to me in the pool earlier, I still can’t understand how did it happen to me? Kyung Soo said that he lost his phone after the social dance subject yet I found his phone at the pool side—someone must’ve planned this.
“Uhm, Kyung Soo…?” I approach him and sit beside him. We are in the soccer field. He looks at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I replied.
“Good to hear that.”
“I heard that our dorm doesn’t have a marathon representative.”
“Yeah, everyone hates marathon.”
“Hmm, but you didn’t asked me yet.”
“Why? Do you like marathon?”
“No, I don’t like it.”
“I knew it.” He said.
“I don’t like it because I love it! I really love marathon! That’s the only sports I want and I’m happy that the slot is still available.”
“Really?” I nod quickly.
“Well, welcome to the team.” He offered me a hand shake and I accept it.
“I’ll do my best tomorrow dorm leader!” and I smile ever so brightly.

*Phone vibrating…
Calling: Chanyeol

“Excuse me for a second.” I said to Kyung Soo. He just nods.
“H-Hello?” I answered.
“Y-Yumae, I’m sorry about those pictures on the bulletin board. I already talked to the Arts Club members and they said that they didn’t post those pictures. Someone had stolen a copy of the photos and put it there. Someone broke in inside the arts club office. I’m really sorry. The photos had been successfully removed from the board.” He explained continuously.
“It’s fine. I understand. I guess someone is really mad to me.” I replied.
“I’m very sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I know it’s not your fault. I understand.”
“Thank you.”
-End of call-

“Welcome to the CPA Annual Dorm Competition!” the physical instructor greets us. It’s 6 in the morning. The first game will be the tennis, next is the taekwondo, swimming, track and field, followed by basketball where Kris is one of the players as well as Baekhyun. They won for this year’s competition. Soccer/football is the current game. It’s already 4 pm. Kyung Soo and Kai were the participants along with our other fellow dorm members. The score is 1 to 3 as expected. It’s the marathon, the last game where I am the scholars’ dorm’s participant.
“START!” with the gun blows I start to run.
“Go Yumae!” Baekhyun was cheering for me. I smiled at him. Kris is just beside him without any reaction.
“Go Yumae! Go Yumae! Go! Go! Go!” my other dorm mates cheer. I didn’t win yet but it’s so overwhelming—knowing that someone is cheering for you. Among all the participants, I’m the only girl for the marathon game. I’ve been running for 30 minutes, non-stop. I’m very thirsty I can feel that I am getting slower.
“45 minutes more runners!” the instructor said. Anyway, currently I’m in the third place.
“Yumae!” Kyung Soo gives me a drink.
“Thanks!” I drink it along the way. I need to win for our dorm out of 12 runners we are now five, others gave up.
“15 minutes remaining!” I need to speed up. But I am at the fifth place, the last one. My vision is getting blurred—I am exhausted. Can I make it? I need to. I must take home the beacon!
“10 minutes and our leading team is the black dorm!” no. I speed up until I’m in the third place again. My legs are getting numb. I gulp my saliva due to so much thirst. My shirt is already dripping wet.
“5 minutes remaining.” I am at the second place this time when the black dorm who is leading loses balance. I am now the first place! Can I win this time? It feels like I’ll shut down…
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Notes

"Greasy Luck" is an idiom word used for "Good Luck."
Guys! Tell me about the story? Hahaha. Am I too greedy? I just wanted to see your feedbacks and thanks in advance ;-)