The Reason? - Yoon Jeonghan

Chapter 19

     "How did it go?"

      "She thought that we were soulmates, or something as dumb." To say that Ophely was irritated would be an understatement. She was angry and deeply displeased. She didn't want to be tied to someone else because of some stupid magic and historical stories. Especially someone she couldn't easily communicate with, who had a complicated lifestyle, and someone that was making her life harder as well. Movie night because Ophely is angry. "Bonkers, that woman." She shrugged her shoes off and heavily sat on one of the sofas.

     Her answer clearly showcased that she was Ophley in Jeonghan's body. The real Jeonghan arrived a few seconds later, calmly walking in with his mask down under his chin, he closed the door behind and quietly removed his shoes as well as his coat and other warm clothes. When he realised that his roommates were waiting for him to speak, he sighed and made his way over to the couch and sat down in it. "Thought we were destined by the stars to be together." Jihoon sighed as well, knowing that it wasn't a mis-talking from Ophely, the seer had said weird things. "That was a bit far-fetched."

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      To say that Ophely was grumpy and in a bad mood would not be an understatement. It was the truth. The crazy old woman telling her that she was somehow magically attached to this idol guy, it didn't make anything easier in the situation - her insight didn't help at all. She was still in a body that wasn't hers, one that belonged to some public figure and did things she never would be able to do for a living. She was somehow pissed that she was stuck where she was - in Korea, surrounded by guys who half wanted to befriend her.

      She was somehow alone in the middle of twelve, now thirteen, men and was only something that was taking up space.

      She grumbled to herself as she drew that afternoon. Lunch had been pretty silent, and she could tell that the boys had waited for her to leave the room before they could talk more with hyung. Thinking about that moment made her mood worsen, she crumpled her drawing up and started another one. All of her design were becoming more and more stupid. Nobody went to talk to her in the bedroom, she didn't hear anyone coming through the corridor either. None had moved from the living room and the kitchen

     She truly felt alone then. In a house full of lively people, but she was alone in a room, all by herself.

     At least, for now. Because she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was pulled back away from her own body and back into Jeonghan's. Who was right in the middle of the people who didn't want to talk to her.

     Which was what happened. Ophely was angrily crumpling a piece of paper when she had been moved into the kitchen, a glass of water in her hand and the other two eldest members of Seventeen in front of her. Talking to her. Or at least they were talking to Jeonghan, she wasn't him. So she didn't do anything but listen in to what they were talking about. Her. No surprise, and the problems she was causing to the group.

     She didn't really pay attention to what they were saying in particular and decided to keep drinking from the glass Jeonghan had already. Why wasn't the boy coming in? She kept all of her frustration inside. That is until she was addressed, herself, to answer a question by Seungcheol.

     "Sorry, can you repeat?" She tried to imitate Jeonghan's way of talking as much as possible, but only having a few hours with him wasn't much to base off of.

     "What do you think Ophely feels regarding this situation?"

     "I think you should ask her herself? No?" It might have cam out rougher than she had expected it to, but she didn't care. They were asking themselves what she thought, without asking her themselves. It wasn't that hard, she was just two doors down the corridor. And yet they asked Jeonghan, who wouldn't know much about her. Around the same amount that she knew about him, and she lived with twelve boys who often compared her to him.