Morning never arrived all at once at JYP Arts.
It crept in quietly, sliding between the tall glass buildings surrounding the campus until pale light caught the polished walkways and the rows of trees lining the courtyard. Students drifted through the gates in uneven waves — some half asleep, others already deep in conversations about rehearsal schedules and performance critiques.
From the outside, the school looked calm.
Inside, it was already loud.
By the time Mina reached the music wing, the hallways were alive with noise. Lockers slammed shut. Laughter bounced between the walls. Somewhere down the corridor a piano student was running scales far too aggressively, each note echoing sharply through the building.
Mina stepped around a group gathered near the stairwell and started down toward the lower level.
Halfway down the stairs she noticed someone sitting on the steps.
Chaeyoung.
She was perched sideways against the railing with one knee drawn up, sketchbook balanced against it. Her pencil moved lazily across the page while the rest of the hallway seemed to flow around her without ever quite touching her.
Mina slowed without meaning to.
There was something strangely peaceful about watching Chaeyoung draw. The noise of the school seemed to miss her completely, as if the chaos simply moved around her instead of through her.
As if she felt Mina looking, Chaeyoung glanced up.
Her face brightened immediately.
"Well," she said, closing the sketchbook halfway over her lap, "look who decided to show up."
Mina stepped onto the landing and leaned lightly against the railing, folding one arm across her stomach.
"I've been here all week."
"Debatable," Chaeyoung replied with a grin as she pushed herself to her feet and slung her bag over one shoulder.
She gave Mina a once-over, her grin softening into something more observant.
"You look like you slept terribly."
"I slept fine," Mina said, rolling her eyes, though even she could hear how unconvinced she sounded.
Chaeyoung tilted her head slightly, clearly unconvinced too.
"That wasn't convincing."
Mina shrugged and adjusted the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder.
"Maybe I'm adjusting to the royal schedule."
Chaeyoung snorted as they started walking down the corridor together, her shoulder brushing the wall for a second as students squeezed past them.
"Careful," she said. "Spend too much time around Nayeon and you'll start talking like her."
Mina glanced sideways at her.
"I don't talk like her."
"Yet."
Mina nudged her shoulder lightly, more out of instinct than intention.
"You're dramatic."
Chaeyoung smirked without looking at her.
"You've met me."
They had just turned the corner toward the music wing when a voice called out behind them.
"Chaeyoung!"
Both of them turned.
Jihyo was weaving through the crowd toward them, balancing a coffee cup in one hand and a stack of sheet music in the other. A couple of students moved aside automatically to let her through.
"There you are," she said when she reached them, slightly out of breath. She shifted the papers under her arm and took a quick sip from the cup. "I've been looking for you."
Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds suspicious."
"It's not," Jihyo replied calmly, though the corner of her mouth twitched like she had expected that answer.
Her gaze flicked briefly to Mina.
"Morning."
"Morning," Mina said with a small smile.
Jihyo nodded once before continuing.
"A bunch of us are going down to the Han River this weekend. You two should come."
Chaeyoung blinked at her slowly, like she was trying to decide whether Jihyo was serious.
"Voluntarily?"
"Yes," Jihyo said patiently.
Chaeyoung tilted her head a little farther.
"For what?"
Jihyo stared at her for a second, genuinely baffled.
"For… hanging out."
She gestured vaguely with her coffee cup, nearly splashing some in the process.
"Food. Sun. Fresh air. Things you clearly don't experience enough."
Chaeyoung considered this with exaggerated seriousness, her lips pressing together like she was weighing a life-altering decision.
"That sounds exhausting."
Jihyo ignored her and turned to Mina instead.
"You should come. It'll be fun."
Mina adjusted the strap of her bag again, glancing between them.
"Who's going?"
"Sana, Dahyun, Tzuyu," Jihyo said. "Probably Jeongyeon too."
At that, Chaeyoung leaned slightly toward Mina and lowered her voice just enough that Jihyo would definitely still hear her.
"You hear that? This is starting to sound suspiciously like a picnic."
"It's not a picnic," Jihyo said flatly.
"That's exactly what someone organizing a picnic would say."
Jihyo let out a small sigh through her nose.
"Anyway," she said, more firmly this time, "you're both coming."
Chaeyoung glanced sideways at Mina, expression unreadable for half a second.
"If Mina goes, I'll go."
Mina blinked and looked at her properly.
"Why is that suddenly my responsibility?"
Chaeyoung shrugged like the answer was obvious.
"Because I don't trust Sana's music taste."
"That's a terrible excuse."
"It's the one I'm using."
Jihyo laughed quietly at that and lifted her coffee a little.
"Well," she said, "now you both have to come."
Just then the classroom bell rang down the corridor.
Jihyo jerked her head toward the music wing.
"That's your cue."
Chaeyoung groaned dramatically, letting her head tip back for a second.
"Education strikes again." Chaeyoung adds, almost groaning.
Jihyo stepped backward into the stream of students moving past them.
"Saturday," she called over her shoulder. "Don't disappear."
Then she vanished into the crowd.
Chaeyoung glanced sideways at Mina as the last of the coffee scent disappeared with Jihyo down the hall.
"Well."
Mina gave her a look.
"What?"
"You just got us invited to a social outing."
Mina rolled her eyes, though a small smile slipped through anyway.
"You make everything sound like a disaster."
Chaeyoung shrugged, pushing her hands into her pockets.
"For me? It might be."
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Composition class began quietly.
Students shuffled papers while the teacher organized the next presentation. The room smelled faintly of paper, polished wood, and the dusty warmth old pianos always seemed to carry.
Then the classroom door opened and Jeongyeon stepped inside.
A few students greeted her casually as she crossed the room.
"Morning."
"Hey."
She nodded back before taking her seat beside Nayeon, who glanced over her shoulder and smirked briefly at Mina.
Beside Mina, Chaeyoung's pencil stopped moving.
It was such a small motion Mina almost missed it.
The teacher cleared his throat.
"Alright everyone," he said, glancing down at his notes. "Let's continue our composition presentations."
Jeongyeon raised her hand.
"I have something."
He gestured toward the piano with an open palm.
Jeongyeon stood and walked to the instrument, resting her hands on the keys.
The room fell quiet.
Then she began to play.
The melody started softly, careful and measured, each note placed so deliberately it made the room feel smaller somehow.
Mina listened, unsure why the air had suddenly gone heavier.
After a moment she glanced sideways.
Chaeyoung hadn't moved.
Her pencil hovered above the page, perfectly still. The muscles in her hand looked faintly tense. Chaeyoung looked like she was listening instead of drawing
For a second Mina wondered if she should say something, or at least look at her properly.
But Chaeyoung's eyes stayed fixed on the desk.
So Mina stayed quiet too.
When the piece ended, the teacher nodded approvingly.
"Very strong composition."
Students murmured agreement. A couple of voices near the back whispered that they remembered it from last year's showcase.
Jeongyeon returned to her seat, glancing briefly toward Chaeyoung before facing front again.
Beside Mina, Chaeyoung slowly turned the page of her sketchbook.
Like nothing had happened.
But the pencil didn't move again.
The teacher dismissed the class a few minutes later, and the room filled quickly with scraping chairs and low conversations as everyone gathered their things.
Mina slipped her notebook into her bag and stood, glancing briefly toward Chaeyoung.
Chaeyoung was already on her feet.
Her sketchbook disappeared into her bag in one quick movement before Mina could say anything, and then she was moving toward the door with the rest of the class.
By the time Mina reached the hallway, Chaeyoung was gone.
The corridor outside was busier now, students drifting toward lunch or rehearsal rooms in loose groups. Mina stepped to the side to let a pair of dancers rush past when someone said her name.
"Mina."
She turned.
Nayeon was leaning against the wall near the classroom door, arms loosely folded. For a second Mina had the strange feeling she had been waiting there.
"You disappeared quickly after the showcase practice yesterday," Nayeon said.
Her tone was calm, but there was something watchful in the way she held Mina's gaze.
"I had class," Mina replied.
Nayeon smiled slightly, as if that answer amused her.
"That's not what I meant."
Students brushed past them in the hallway, their conversations blending into a steady background hum. Nayeon straightened from the wall and smoothed an invisible crease from her sleeve.
"You did well yesterday," she continued. "At the showcase meeting."
Mina shrugged, trying to keep the conversation neutral.
"We barely started."
"Still," Nayeon said. "You think about performance the right way."
Her eyes held Mina's for a moment longer than necessary.
"Not everyone here does."
Mina wasn't sure how to respond to that.
So she said nothing.
Nayeon glanced briefly down the corridor before looking back at her.
"You should spend more time with us."
Mina frowned slightly.
"With who?"
"The group," Nayeon said. "Sana, Momo, Jeongyeon."
Her voice remained light, but the certainty beneath it didn't.
"You'd fit in easily."
Something about the way she said it reminded Mina, annoyingly, of Chaeyoung's words from earlier.
You fit in with them easier than you think.
Mina shifted her bag slightly on her shoulder.
"I already see you at the meetings." Mina responds.
"That's not what I meant either."
Nayeon tilted her head, studying her in that patient, deliberate way she seemed to study everything.
"You don't have to spend all your time with Chaeyoung."
The sentence was soft.
But it landed harder than Mina expected.
For a second she wasn't sure whether she was supposed to defend Chaeyoung or not.
"Chaeyoung's fine," Mina said carefully.
Nayeon's smile didn't fade.
"I didn't say she wasn't."
Her gaze drifted briefly down the hallway before returning to Mina.
"I'm just saying some people here will hold you back if you let them."
Mina frowned.
Before she could respond, Nayeon pushed herself away from the wall and stepped closer, close enough that Mina caught the clean scent of her perfume.
"Think about it," Nayeon said, brushing a bit of lint from Mina's shoulder with effortless familiarity.
Then she turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Mina stood there for a moment after she left.
The hallway suddenly felt louder.
Across the corridor, the doors leading toward the field stood open, and a breeze moved through the building carrying the faint sound of voices from outside.
Without really thinking about it, Mina turned and headed toward the doors.
Something told her exactly where she would find Chaeyoung.
And she was right.
Under the tree, Chaeyoung sat with her back against the trunk, sketchbook balanced across her knees, one leg bent and the other stretched slightly into the grass. The late afternoon light slipped through the leaves in broken pieces, catching on the edge of the page and the graphite smudges on her fingers.
Mina dropped into the grass beside her.
"What are you drawing?"
Chaeyoung didn't look up at first.
"Nothing."
"That's clearly something."
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Chaeyoung's mouth as she tilted the page away.
"Trade secret."
Mina leaned a little closer, curiosity getting the better of her.
For a moment she caught a glimpse.
A staircase rising into empty space.
Each step disappearing into nothing.
Chaeyoung snapped the sketchbook shut.
"Absolutely not."
Mina laughed softly.
"You're impossible."
"You still tried," Chaeyoung replied, finally looking at her.
"Obviously."
Chaeyoung watched her for a second, the expression in her eyes quieter than her words.
"Most people don't."
Mina frowned slightly.
"Why?"
Chaeyoung hesitated. Then she looked away, her fingers tightening just a little around the closed sketchbook.
"Because most people don't care enough to ask."
For a moment neither of them spoke.
The breeze moved gently through the branches above them, and Mina suddenly became aware of how close they were sitting.
Close enough to see the graphite dusting the side of Chaeyoung's hand.
Close enough that if either of them leaned forward—
"Well," Sana said brightly from behind them, "this is suspicious."
Mina jumped.
Dahyun stood beside Sana with her arms folded, amusement written all over her face. Tzuyu lingered a step behind them calmly, watching the scene like she was already filing it away for future teasing.
"How long have you two been hiding out here?" Dahyun asked.
"About five minutes," Chaeyoung said.
Dahyun narrowed her eyes.
"Liar."
"We literally just sat down," Mina said.
"That's not helping," Dahyun replied at once.
Sana dropped into the grass without any concern for her uniform, smoothing her skirt once and then giving up on it entirely.
"Ooooh," she said, glancing between them. "Private tree meetings."
"It's just a tree," Chaeyoung muttered.
"That's exactly what someone having a secret tree meeting would say," Dahyun shot back.
Tzuyu tilted her head thoughtfully.
"To be fair," she said, "it does look like one."
Sana leaned forward, eyes bright with mischief.
"Were you two flirting?"
Mina nearly choked.
Chaeyoung stood up immediately, grabbing her bag in one smooth motion.
"Come on," she said to Mina. "If we stay here any longer they'll start writing fanfiction."
"Too late," Dahyun said. "I'm already on chapter two."
Sana laughed loudly at that, and as she stood Mina noticed the way her hand brushed briefly — deliberately — against Dahyun's sleeve. Small. Easy. Familiar.
By the time Mina caught up with Chaeyoung, they were halfway across the field.
"You bailed on that conversation pretty fast," Mina said.
Chaeyoung glanced at her, amused.
"You mean the interrogation? Sana accused us of flirting."
Mina opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Chaeyoung laughed quietly under her breath.
"Okay," she said. "Maybe a little."
After a moment Mina looked back over her shoulder toward the tree, where the others were still talking.
"So… how solid are Sana and Dahyun?"
Chaeyoung glanced at her sideways.
"That's a very specific question."
"You saw them."
Chaeyoung looked ahead again, kicking a loose pebble off the path with the side of her shoe.
"They're real," she said.
"That sounded cryptic." Mina say quietly
"Sana belongs with the rich kids. Dahyun doesn't."
Mina waited, and Chaeyoung, after a pause, continued.
"But Sana shows up anyway, because of Dahyun?"
"Mostly." Chaeyoung replies.
Mina glanced back toward the field.
"And nobody cares?"
Chaeyoung smiled faintly.
"Oh, people care."
"Then why doesn't it explode?" Mina asked.
"Because Sana makes everything look like a joke," Chaeyoung said. "And Dahyun doesn't care enough to play their games."
They reached the building steps.
"You're going to the Han River thing, aren't you?" Chaeyoung asked after a moment.
Mina looked over.
"Are you?"
"Probably."
"If you go," Mina said, "I'll go."
Chaeyoung glanced at her more sharply this time.
"You don't have to." Mina said
"I know."
"But?"
Mina shrugged.
"It might be nice."
Chaeyoung looked away.
"You're going to regret it." Chaeyoung laughs softly.
"Why?"
"Sana will bring a speaker."
"That doesn't sound terrible." Mina laughs and smiles at Chaeyoung's attempt to persuade Mina not to go.
"You say that now," Chaeyoung said with a soft laugh.
They reached the door.
"You asked earlier why people act weird around me," Chaeyoung said as she stopped and turned to face Mina.
Mina turned toward her.
Chaeyoung opened the door and stepped inside, but her voice dropped before she fully crossed the threshold.
"Because it's easier to pretend someone's lying," she said quietly, "than admit you helped ruin them."
Then she kept walking.
Like she hadn't said anything important at all.
Mina stood still for a second.
Then she followed.
They stepped back inside the building, the heavy door closing behind them with a dull thud.
For a moment neither of them said anything.
Students moved through the hallway around them in loose groups, voices overlapping as people headed toward rehearsals, dorms, or the cafeteria. The faint smell of food drifted through the air vents.
Mina adjusted the strap of her bag.
"Are you going to dinner?" she asked.
Chaeyoung glanced toward the end of the hallway where the lights from the cafeteria spilled out into the corridor.
"Eventually."
"That sounds like a no."
"That sounds like I'll show up when the line is shorter," Chaeyoung replied.
Mina smiled slightly, she pulls Chaeyoung's arm and they both head for the line. Chaeyoung groaned softly.
The cafeteria was louder at dinner than it had been at lunch. Conversations overlapped across the room while trays clattered against tables and chairs scraped across the floor.
The lighting was softer now, the sunset bleeding through the tall windows along the far wall.
Mina grabbed a tray and slid it along the metal rails while Chaeyoung walked beside her.
"What's safe today?" Mina asked.
Chaeyoung glanced down at the trays of food.
"The rice."
"That's it?"
"The rice has never betrayed me."
Mina laughed quietly and added some vegetables to her tray anyway.
By the time they reached the end of the line, the room had filled even more.
The front tables near the windows were already occupied by the usual cluster of elite students. Mina spotted Nayeon immediately, sitting near the center with Momo and Jeongyeon. Their table looked brighter somehow, like the room itself had decided where attention should go.
Chaeyoung didn't even glance that direction.
Instead she nodded toward the back of the room.
Dahyun and Tzuyu were already sitting at one of the corner tables.
Sana arrived a few seconds later, dropping into the seat beside Dahyun with a tray in one hand.
"Look who survived the day," Sana said brightly as Mina and Chaeyoung sat down.
"Barely," Mina replied.
Dahyun pointed her chopsticks toward them.
"You two disappeared after the tree incident."
"That was self-preservation," Chaeyoung said.
Tzuyu looked between them calmly.
"Sana was about five minutes away from interrogating you."
"That's not true," Sana said.
Dahyun raised an eyebrow.
"You asked if they were flirting."
"That's a valid question."
Mina nearly choked on her drink again.
Chaeyoung leaned back slightly in her chair, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"You're all exhausting."
Sana grinned.
"That's why people love us."
While the others talked, Mina glanced across the cafeteria.
Nayeon was looking in their direction.
Not obviously.
Just enough that Mina noticed.
When their eyes met, Nayeon smiled politely.
Then she turned back to her table.
Mina looked down at her food again.
Beside her, Chaeyoung had gone quiet.
She was staring down at her tray, pushing rice slowly around with her chopsticks.
"Chaeyoung," Dahyun said suddenly, "are you coming Saturday?"
Chaeyoung glanced up.
"Jihyo told you?"
"She told everyone."
Chaeyoung sighed.
"Probably."
Sana clapped her hands once.
"Perfect. It's officially a picnic now."
"It's not a picnic," Chaeyoung muttered.
Tzuyu looked thoughtful.
"It is starting to sound like one."
For a while the conversation drifted between random topics — choreography complaints, rehearsal schedules, someone's terrible midterm performance critique.
But every so often Mina noticed something strange.
Whenever Nayeon's table laughed, the sound carried across the cafeteria.
And every time it did, Chaeyoung's shoulders tightened slightly.
Small enough that most people wouldn't notice.
But Mina did.
By the time they finished eating, the cafeteria had begun to empty.
Students filtered back toward the dorms in groups, their voices fading into the hallway outside.
Mina stood and gathered her tray.
"I'm heading back," she said.
Dahyun nodded.
"Same."
Sana leaned against Dahyun's shoulder as she stood.
"Don't forget Saturday," she said to Mina.
"I won't."
Chaeyoung didn't stand right away.
She stayed seated for another moment, staring at the empty tray in front of her like she had forgotten where she was.
Then she pushed her chair back and stood.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said to Mina.
Her voice was light.
But her eyes looked tired.
Mina watched her disappear into the hallway before turning toward the dorms.
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That night, the campus felt quieter again.
From her window the courtyard lights glowed softly across the field. The tree was barely visible now, just a darker shape against the grass.
Her fingers brushed absently over the bracelet on her wrist.
She wondered if Chaeyoung was down there again.
Drawing something no one else would ever see.
Mina leaned her forehead lightly against the cool glass, she still didn't know what had happened last year or the reason why it was such a taboo topic each time it was brought up.
But she was starting to understand something else.
Everyone seemed to know where the edges of that story were.
Except her.
And somewhere in the quiet space between thoughts, Mina realized something that made her chest tighten slightly.
She didn't just want to know what happened.
She wanted to know why it mattered so much to Chaeyoung.
And why, somehow, that seemed to matter to her too