ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ, ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪᴇs
Mizpah; a word that refers to the deep emotional bond between people, especially those who are separated by distance or death. Such a cryptic meaning behind a two-syllable word.
Though, it applies to yours and Kina's limitless friendship.
It's clear you would do anything for her. And she would do anything for you. But it always ends up just like this.
"Okay, listen." She points an unwavering index finger at me, a pointed gaze crossing her features.
"We're going to go to that party, whether you like it or not. And you're going because you love me. No complaints."
Currently, you're sprawling across your bed, dressed to the nines in the baggiest pair of sweatpants and hoodie you could scrummage for in your unkempt closet.
Kina has undertaken the endeavour of getting you out of your miserable social life and to a party of lots of drunk bodies too close for comfort. Yes, a senior high school party. And yes, many drunk problems to deal with. And yes, was your alcohol tolerance extremely low? Yes.
Besides, you hate the taste of the bitterness that waxes at the back of your throat. The repugnant need to throw up after a night of 'partying'. Which was more like sitting in the corner of the room and briefly keeping your eyes on your wildly intoxicated best friend who's more like a toddler than anything.
"No." Firmly, you answer with no hesitation. Even when she gives you a skanky pout. "That just makes me not want to go even more." You imply about her expression.
You flick your eyes back over to the laptop on your legs as you lean against the wall of your bed. The screen depicts the action-filled show of crime fighters, wrecking any opposition of crime in their immediate vicinity. Was it your fifth time rewatching 'Rugal'? It sure was.
In honesty, you really like the concept of a secret justice team of scientifically modified human beings. It's just a really, really, really friggin' cool idea, okay?
And you know that you'll undoubtedly move on to watching 'He is Psychometric'. Not only for Park Jinyoung but because of the dynamic. The push and pull of the two main characters. But also because, come on, who isn't fascinated by psychometric powers?
"What does your stupid crime shows have that parties don't?" Kina clutches at her hair in aggravation.
"A plot." You unblinkingly watch, albeit a little distractedly, the scene of betrayal that hinders as the climax.
"Life is a whole plot!" Frustratedly, Kina grumbles. "Let's go to that party! It's so boring watching the same shows over once too many times."
Disregarding Kina's droning, you stare expectedly at the next frames of the movie.
After 'Rugal' and 'He is Psychometric', you already know your movie and show list down by heart and will go on a tangent of rewatching each one. "Oh my gosh! Yes! Stab him in the neck with a pen, Gi-beom!"
Your squealing and enjoyment of crime shows fall on deaf ears. Kina hastily scuffles around in your bedroom, clutching onto multiple fabrics.
Swiftly like ever, Kina traipses over to your laptop and shuts it with a harsh push.
"Hey! I was watching him expose the chairwoman!" Your shouts are in vain as Kina shoves a knee-length dress into your face.
"Shut the fuck up and put that dress on. We're going and no buts." Kina twists around and starts to apply a layer of skilled makeup on. "It's a party for pre-Halloween. No costumes yet. But you've been staying in later for your SC duties."
And it's true, you have been stuck, or rather staunched with your responsibilities as ADH's student council's president. Still, that doesn't justify why you need to go to a petty party of wasted teens who probably aren't even legal yet.
"And you think wasting my already low amount of energy for a party will recharge me, how? Over my marathon of crime shows? I don't think so." You shake your head despicably at your devil-in-disguise best friend.
"Let loose. Plus, even though Haechan's part of MSS, doesn't mean that all the other boys are just as shit as him." Kina sings. "I'll have you know that his best friends are quite a catch."
She hums a joyfully bright tone, gleaming from one ear to the other. In truth, you're pleased to see such a wondrously wide, genuine grin on your friend's face. Therefore, it's calculable that she has piqued an interest in a boy from MSS.
"You like one of them?" You question, not wanting to ruin her good mood. In the swift shifting of your personality, she peeks at you through the vanity mirror before returning her focus to the eyeliner she's drawing.
"Possibly."
Clicking your tongue, you turn around, showing your back to Kina and pull your shirt off and slip the article of clothing elegantly on. "Let me guess... Lee Jeno?"
She doesn't respond for a while, making you smirk. The silence proving to be your only confirmation of the debate in her head, the likely fluttering of her heartbeat at the mention of his name. "So it is Lee Jeno, ain't it?" Although it was meant to be a question, it comes out closer to a statement.
She scoffs, hiding her ever reddening blush of colour draped on her cheekbones. "No..."
You roll your eyes and turn around to face her after adjusting the straps. "Yeah, sure you aren't," You say breezily. "Mind if I take him on a date then?"
You concur on an agreement with yourself to tease her a bit more. "What...? I-I mean sure. Why not? It's not like he's even taken or anything..." Kina stumbles with her words. At this point, it's evident that she doesn't vibe with it. Jealousy makes an appearance on her.
"Babe, you look better with me than him." Her cheeks turn a vibrant hue of red. This causes you to break out into giggles.
"Oh my gosh- You have the massively biggest crush on Jeno ever!" You wheeze out between each laugh. This allows Kina to crunch over the vanity table in embarrassment.
"I shouldn't have brought up anything to do with Haechan," She mutters, moving gracefully on styling her hair.
"Hmmm... You probably shouldn't have. Hate the boy to the gut." You adjudicate that the best plan of action is to start with hair and then makeup.
Kina nods in agreement. "He didn't even say anything to you after that, right?"
You snicker, pulling the hair tie around your half ponytail, picking pieces to frame your face. You stick in hair clips embroidered with pearls and gems, glittering under the harsh LED lights of the vanity. "As if. All he told me was that he did what he wanted to do."
The same words, a phrase you've been hearing now for almost 10 years. In senior year presently, it's just about the same.
The never-ending 'I did what I did'.
Of course, there were whispers as you crossed down the corridors of the school. The lingering stares of the past still strip you of the confidence to be outward. And as such, that produces the value that your insights, opinions, and thoughts have.
You've heard it all. From the 'why's she even the SC president if she despises Haechan so much?' to the 'what a bitch. I can't believe she hates the love of my life, Haechan'.
Words are hopeless and can never deduct an indescribable verity. So you've also learned to develop thick skin.
Because even now, no one's words can touch your walls, much less a single dent. Not even Haechan's.
"But I'd like to think he did it because he's who he decided he wants to be. And that is someone who messes with one's best friend's feelings."
y/n's quite dramatic hehe it's kinda cute