화랑 - a tale of curiosity [ON HOLD]

🌸chapter twenty🌸

Ji-ae was currently making her way to see Master We Hwa, now holding her yellow doorplate in her hands. All the boys had somewhat returned to their designated rooms all battered and bruised but that was the least of Ji-ae's concerns.

She knocked on his door but when no answer came, she knocked again only for the same to happen. She grew impatient and instead walked straight on in and walked to his hunched figure on the desk. We Hwa seemed to be sleeping soundly so Ji-ae slapped her wooden doorplate onto the wooden table causing richoeting clattering sounds. The sly man shot up, widened his eyes at the girl stood before.

"What?" He asked, only to have Ji-ae point at the door plate.

"I have a yellow one." She said. "You told me to visit you when the ruckus has calmed down."

"Ah, yes." He mused, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Thank you." He said out of the blue, taking the yellow doorplate and chucking it aside.

"What?" Ji-ae asked, confused by his sudden action. "Don't I need that?" She asked, only for We Hwa to furrow his brows. "To enter the dorm?"

Ji-ae said then pursing her lips for We Hwa to erupt out in laughter. He looked so amused by the suituation, leaning over the desk for support.

"Master We Hwa." Ji-ae said bluntly, trying to gain the old man's attention. "Master We Hwa." She repeated with her teeth gritted until she finally shouted. "We Hwa." She finally getting the said man to look up at her. "What is so funny exactly?" She quizzed, crossing her arms across her chest, her features set in stone.

"What?" He asked, wiping the tears away.

"Honestly, stop asking me 'what' and answer the question." She warned, now licking her teeth in annoyance.

"Fine." He said. "Since you want honesty." He began, walking back around his desk to sit back down. "Did you honestly think I would make you sleep in a dorm room, with all of those bafoon's?" He clicked his tongue.

"What?" Ji-ae asked.

We Hwa then looked at her through hooded eyes. "Honestly, stop asking me 'what'and answer the question." He mocked Ji-ae, putting on a high pitches squeaky voice.

"Ah, I don't sound like that."

"I don't sound like that." He mimicked again, and began chortling to himself.

Ji-ae was the one to them click her tongue. "Honestly, who put you in charge?" She mused, shaking her head. "Anyway, where is my room?" She asked, landing her eyes back onto We Hwa.

"Go back out of these doors, head across the yard to the dorm building-"

"You said I wasn't going to be there." Ji-ae cut him off, eyes wide as she gawked at him.

He glared at her, and then raised his hand making Ji-ae flinch. "If you let me finish, you would hear that you would have to carry on walking past it and enter that building." Ji-ae pursed her lips and then took steps back. "Honestly, what is it with youth's these days?" He asked himself, falling onto the desk and massaging his temples. "My brain is going to be shriveled by the end of this." He whined.

Ji-ae continued making her way out of the building and made her way to the dorm buildings. "Stupid old man." She hissed, kicking stones across the sanded grounded. "How could he use me as bait to start this fight?" She sighed, reaching up to her hair and pulled out her hair pin so that her hair could freely flow down her back. As she continued walking she liked to where the tables were from the drinking task. Her footsteps slowly came to a halt and she made a detour to retrieve her artwork. She walked up the stairs and grabbed her artwork quickly and turned back around to only bump straight into someone's chest.