‘Oppa, are you at the party already?’ Shin Hye asked as she rummaged her closet for what to wear. She had woken up a lot later than she had planned. These days, her alarm rarely worked. She was still feeling groggy and worn-out, but she had already promised Min Ho she would go. Jong Suk, too. It was almost eleven o’clock, and she really didn’t plan on staying at the party too long. The sooner she arrived, the sooner she could leave.
‘Not yet, but I’m in the van on the way there. You?’
‘Still at the apartment. I’ll probably be there in an hour or less. I just woke up, actually,’ Shin Hye took out a red plaid shirt and laid it on her bed. She stared at it for a few seconds then shook her head. I’ve been wearing this one a few too many times. She turned back to the cabinet and shuffled through more hangers. Should I just wear a dress? NAH, I’ll look like I’m trying too hard. This is a casual party, Shin Hye. Besides, you don’t want him to think that you dressed up for him.
‘Are you still there?’ Min Ho asked.
‘Oh? Yeah, yeah. Sorry oppa. What were you saying?’
‘I asked if you were going to drive yourself there.’
‘I have no choice. Joon oppa disapproves of me going to this party,’ she chuckled.
‘Arasso. I was going to ask if you wanted a ride but for some reason, you don’t like the idea of me picking you up, right?’
Shin Hye giggled. ‘That’s right.’
Okay, be safe. I’ll see you in a bit.’
‘Hmm,’ Shin Hye hung up and threw her phone on the bed. She looked at more clothes, but truthfully, she couldn’t concentrate. It was the first time she was going to see Jong Suk since he dropped by unannounced at her place. At that time, she was too preoccupied with her argument with Min Ho that she hasn’t put much thought into what his visit meant. When she and Min Ho cleared things up before she left for Malaysia, she had temporarily put her issue with Lee Jong Suk on hold. It was simply something she didn’t know how to deal with.
Then there was that card that came with the flowers. ‘…Do you want to go out with me some time? – Lee Jong Suk’
She spent a long time thinking about whether to call him or to text him her response. But how does one even begin to answer that question? She hadn’t been in that situation before – having to reject a date because she’s already taken. Or she could say yes and they could hang out as friends, but she had an inkling that maybe Lee Jong Suk wanted more than that. She ended up not contacting him at all. She knew it was rude, but she’ll have to blame her schedule for that. I hope Jong Suk is too busy to notice, too.
She let out a deep sigh. Should I just tell him I’m dating Min Ho oppa? ‘Anya, anya. That will be very awkward. What if he really just wants to hang out and laughs at me?’ Shin Hye shook her head and grabbed a random white shirt and a pair of jeans. Ah, meolla. Whatever happens, happens.
‘So are you officially in?’ Min Ho asked, taking a sip from his beer bottle. He held up his billiard stick and leaned a little, focusing on his opponent’s next move. He was down by two balls.
Woo Bin easily pocketed ball number six. Min Ho scrunched up his nose. Down by three. ‘Yeah. It will probably be announced next week once everything has been signed,’ Woo Bin replied. He walked to the opposite end of the table and bent down as he eyed ball number seven. 'I'm really excited. I've always wanted to do a heist movie.'
‘Chukae,’ Min Ho smiled. ‘You’re so busy you don’t even have time to call me anymore.’
Woo Bin was about to make a shot when he suddenly stood up straight and looked at Min Ho. ‘Hyung, I’ve been texting you a lot but you barely reply. You’re so much busier than I am!’
‘I’m the sunbae, jashik-ah! Of course I have to play hard to get. You haven’t even treated me to a beer,’ Min Ho pointed his bottle at Woo Bin teasingly.
‘Even if I did, you’ll just decline because of your schedule,’ Woo Bin replied, gripping his billiard stick and bending down. He squinted his eyes in concentration and hit the cue ball. His eyes followed as it expertly nudged the maroon ball into the side pocket. He smirked. ‘I didn’t want to get heartbroken. If you want to see me so much, you should have made the first move,’ Woo Bin lifted up his glass and drank til the last drop. He turned to Min Ho, his puckered lips pointing to the eight ball only a few inches away from a corner pocket. ‘Last ball,’ he said.
Min Ho shook his head. ‘You’re too good at this.’
Just as Woo Bin positioned himself to hit ball number eight, Min Ho heard the door open and saw Jong Suk enter the room.
In that split second, Min Ho heard raucous laughter outside. People were probably busy getting drunk and partying. He and Woo Bin, both feeling exhausted, decided to stay away from the crowd and hide out in Lee Jong Suk’s empty play room. Once in a while, people would open the door; but as soon as they see Min Ho and Woo Bin looking back at them, they apologize and close the door right away. It made Min Ho guilty that they were hogging what was probably the coolest room in Jong Suk’s house, but he was thankful for the privacy.
‘Oppa, are you at the party already?’ Shin Hye asked as she rummaged her closet for what to wear. She had woken up a lot later than she had planned. These days, her alarm rarely worked. She was still feeling groggy and worn-out, but she had already promised Min Ho she would go. Jong Suk, too. It was almost eleven o’clock, and she really didn’t plan on staying at the party too long. The sooner she arrived, the sooner she could leave.
‘Not yet, but I’m in the van on the way there. You?’
‘Still at the apartment. I’ll probably be there in an hour or less. I just woke up, actually,’ Shin Hye took out a red plaid shirt and laid it on her bed. She stared at it for a few seconds then shook her head. I’ve been wearing this one a few too many times. She turned back to the cabinet and shuffled through more hangers. Should I just wear a dress? NAH, I’ll look like I’m trying too hard. This is a casual party, Shin Hye. Besides, you don’t want him to think that you dressed up for him.
‘Are you still there?’ Min Ho asked.
‘Oh? Yeah, yeah. Sorry oppa. What were you saying?’
‘I asked if you were going to drive yourself there.’
‘I have no choice. Joon oppa disapproves of me going to this party,’ she chuckled.
‘Arasso. I was going to ask if you wanted a ride but for some reason, you don’t like the idea of me picking you up, right?’
Shin Hye giggled. ‘That’s right.’
Okay, be safe. I’ll see you in a bit.’
‘Hmm,’ Shin Hye hung up and threw her phone on the bed. She looked at more clothes, but truthfully, she couldn’t concentrate. It was the first time she was going to see Jong Suk since he dropped by unannounced at her place. At that time, she was too preoccupied with her argument with Min Ho that she hasn’t put much thought into what his visit meant. When she and Min Ho cleared things up before she left for Malaysia, she had temporarily put her issue with Lee Jong Suk on hold. It was simply something she didn’t know how to deal with.
Then there was that card that came with the flowers. ‘…Do you want to go out with me some time? – Lee Jong Suk’
She spent a long time thinking about whether to call him or to text him her response. But how does one even begin to answer that question? She hadn’t been in that situation before – having to reject a date because she’s already taken. Or she could say yes and they could hang out as friends, but she had an inkling that maybe Lee Jong Suk wanted more than that. She ended up not contacting him at all. She knew it was rude, but she’ll have to blame her schedule for that. I hope Jong Suk is too busy to notice, too.
She let out a deep sigh. Should I just tell him I’m dating Min Ho oppa? ‘Anya, anya. That will be very awkward. What if he really just wants to hang out and laughs at me?’ Shin Hye shook her head and grabbed a random white shirt and a pair of jeans. Ah, meolla. Whatever happens, happens.
‘So are you officially in?’ Min Ho asked, taking a sip from his beer bottle. He held up his billiard stick and leaned a little, focusing on his opponent’s next move. He was down by two balls.
Woo Bin easily pocketed ball number six. Min Ho scrunched up his nose. Down by three. ‘Yeah. It will probably be announced next week once everything has been signed,’ Woo Bin replied. He walked to the opposite end of the table and bent down as he eyed ball number seven. 'I'm really excited. I've always wanted to do a heist movie.'
‘Chukae,’ Min Ho smiled. ‘You’re so busy you don’t even have time to call me anymore.’
Woo Bin was about to make a shot when he suddenly stood up straight and looked at Min Ho. ‘Hyung, I’ve been texting you a lot but you barely reply. You’re so much busier than I am!’
‘I’m the sunbae, jashik-ah! Of course I have to play hard to get. You haven’t even treated me to a beer,’ Min Ho pointed his bottle at Woo Bin teasingly.
‘Even if I did, you’ll just decline because of your schedule,’ Woo Bin replied, gripping his billiard stick and bending down. He squinted his eyes in concentration and hit the cue ball. His eyes followed as it expertly nudged the maroon ball into the side pocket. He smirked. ‘I didn’t want to get heartbroken. If you want to see me so much, you should have made the first move,’ Woo Bin lifted up his glass and drank til the last drop. He turned to Min Ho, his puckered lips pointing to the eight ball only a few inches away from a corner pocket. ‘Last ball,’ he said.
Min Ho shook his head. ‘You’re too good at this.’
Just as Woo Bin positioned himself to hit ball number eight, Min Ho heard the door open and saw Jong Suk enter the room.
In that split second, Min Ho heard raucous laughter outside. People were probably busy getting drunk and partying. He and Woo Bin, both feeling exhausted, decided to stay away from the crowd and hide out in Lee Jong Suk’s empty play room. Once in a while, people would open the door; but as soon as they see Min Ho and Woo Bin looking back at them, they apologize and close the door right away. It made Min Ho guilty that they were hogging what was probably the coolest room in Jong Suk’s house, but he was thankful for the privacy.
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