‘Where are you going?’
Min Ho just got back from Beijing and he was home for exactly fifteen minutes. The second he arrived, he went straight to his room to change. He was putting on his scarf, ready to leave, when his manager blocked the door.
‘I have to go, hyung,’ he told him impatiently.
His manager crossed his arms. ‘But you just arrived. Shouldn’t you be resting first?’
‘I had enough rest on the plane.’
He didn’t budge and instead looked at him with a blank expression. ‘What’s the rush?’
It was no use lying to the man. Ever since he found out that he and Shin Hye had been dating, he always saw through him. He knew when he was talking to Shin Hye; he knew when he was texting Shin Hye; he can even tell when he wasthinking about Shin Hye.
‘She’s not answering her phone. I’ve been trying since before the plane took off.’ He tapped his foot impetuously.
‘Maybe she has a schedule. Maybe she’s sleeping. Do you even know where you’re going?’
Min Ho stopped fidgeting and slumped his shoulders in resignation. He didn’t know where he was going. Where was he even going to find her? But still.
‘I’m sure she doesn’t have a schedule. She told me the other day that she only had a meeting at the agency this morning. It’s already…’ he looked at his watch, ‘2 o’clock.’
‘Do you know where she is? How are you going to meet her if you can’t contact her?’
Fair point. Min Ho gave up and walked to the couch. He lied down and covered his eyes with his arm. It wasn’t like him to be needy, but he hasn’t seen her in four days. And they didn’t exactly part on a high note the last time they saw each other. It was a good thing that he was working nonstop in China – it distracted him enough to forget that Shin Hye was thousands of miles away. But now that he was back, it irks him that he doesn’t even know where she is. She knows I’m going to be back today. Why isn’t she contacting me? He stared at his phone.
‘Ring, you stupid phone. RING!’
‘Aigoo. You’re not even a teenager,’ his manager muttered before sitting on the chair beside the couch. 'Besides, you should be more careful about meeting her now. You promised you wouldn't be so reckless anymore.'
Min Ho ignored him and stayed silent. He was still trying to think of where Shin Hye could be, or why she wasn't answering her phone. His manager turned on the television and browsed through the channels.
‘Oh, it’s Park Shin Hye,' his manager said.
Min Ho turned to his side and saw one of Shin Hye’s CFs on the TV screen. She was running around the city drinking soy milk looking bright and cheerful. He scoffed and looked away to stare at the ceiling. Does she even know how I excited I was that I had nothing else lined up today?
‘It’s Shin Hye again,’ his manager said after changing to another channel. He smirked at Min Ho. ‘Ahh, yeppeun-ah. Your girlfriend sure has a lot of CFs. Maybe she’s filming a CF right now, that’s why she won’t answer the phone.’
Min Ho glanced at the television and there she was, dancing and prancing around in dresses, like he was taunting her. He finally sat up. ‘She’s torturing me. It’s so obvious. I didn’t call her yesterday and she’s clearly trying to get back at me.’
His manager looked at him like he was crazy. ‘You’re crazy.’
Just then, Min Ho’s phone rang. His heart jumped at the sound and he looked down immediately to see the caller ID. His face sank as Il Woo’s face appeared on the screen. ‘Aish!’ He threw his phone at the edge of the couch and stood up. ‘I’m going to sleep, hyung. If Shin Hye calls, don’t pick up,’ he grumbled before walking to his room and closing the door.
‘Yeah right,’ his manager muttered under his breath before moving to the couch. He picked up Min Ho’s phone. 'OH! SHIN HYE'S CALLING!' He called out.
His manager could hear Min Ho shuffling in his room. He almost broke the door handle when he flung the door open. 'Eodie? Eodie?' He rushed to his manager and quickly grabbed his phone. When he saw nothing, he realized he'd been had. He pursed his lips and slowly looked at his manager, his eyes menacing.
The ahjussi stayed seated on the couch as he grinned naughtily. 'You're so whipped.'
'AISH!' Min Ho put the phone on the table. 'Don't tell me when she calls. She has to suffer, too.' He grumbled before he marched back into his room and closed the door a little more forcefully than usual.
HIs manager chuckled as he took Min Ho's phone again. He looked at the screen and the wallpaper was a photo of Kim Tan and Cha Eun Sang biting on the same donut. He made a sour face as if he’s seen something unpleasant. ‘Aigoo…’ he put the phone down and leaned his back on the chair before turning to watch the television again. ‘They're disgustingly cute.’
‘Where are you going?’
Min Ho just got back from Beijing and he was home for exactly fifteen minutes. The second he arrived, he went straight to his room to change. He was putting on his scarf, ready to leave, when his manager blocked the door.
‘I have to go, hyung,’ he told him impatiently.
His manager crossed his arms. ‘But you just arrived. Shouldn’t you be resting first?’
‘I had enough rest on the plane.’
He didn’t budge and instead looked at him with a blank expression. ‘What’s the rush?’
It was no use lying to the man. Ever since he found out that he and Shin Hye had been dating, he always saw through him. He knew when he was talking to Shin Hye; he knew when he was texting Shin Hye; he can even tell when he wasthinking about Shin Hye.
‘She’s not answering her phone. I’ve been trying since before the plane took off.’ He tapped his foot impetuously.
‘Maybe she has a schedule. Maybe she’s sleeping. Do you even know where you’re going?’
Min Ho stopped fidgeting and slumped his shoulders in resignation. He didn’t know where he was going. Where was he even going to find her? But still.
‘I’m sure she doesn’t have a schedule. She told me the other day that she only had a meeting at the agency this morning. It’s already…’ he looked at his watch, ‘2 o’clock.’
‘Do you know where she is? How are you going to meet her if you can’t contact her?’
Fair point. Min Ho gave up and walked to the couch. He lied down and covered his eyes with his arm. It wasn’t like him to be needy, but he hasn’t seen her in four days. And they didn’t exactly part on a high note the last time they saw each other. It was a good thing that he was working nonstop in China – it distracted him enough to forget that Shin Hye was thousands of miles away. But now that he was back, it irks him that he doesn’t even know where she is. She knows I’m going to be back today. Why isn’t she contacting me? He stared at his phone.
‘Ring, you stupid phone. RING!’
‘Aigoo. You’re not even a teenager,’ his manager muttered before sitting on the chair beside the couch. 'Besides, you should be more careful about meeting her now. You promised you wouldn't be so reckless anymore.'
Min Ho ignored him and stayed silent. He was still trying to think of where Shin Hye could be, or why she wasn't answering her phone. His manager turned on the television and browsed through the channels.
‘Oh, it’s Park Shin Hye,' his manager said.
Min Ho turned to his side and saw one of Shin Hye’s CFs on the TV screen. She was running around the city drinking soy milk looking bright and cheerful. He scoffed and looked away to stare at the ceiling. Does she even know how I excited I was that I had nothing else lined up today?
‘It’s Shin Hye again,’ his manager said after changing to another channel. He smirked at Min Ho. ‘Ahh, yeppeun-ah. Your girlfriend sure has a lot of CFs. Maybe she’s filming a CF right now, that’s why she won’t answer the phone.’
Min Ho glanced at the television and there she was, dancing and prancing around in dresses, like he was taunting her. He finally sat up. ‘She’s torturing me. It’s so obvious. I didn’t call her yesterday and she’s clearly trying to get back at me.’
His manager looked at him like he was crazy. ‘You’re crazy.’
Just then, Min Ho’s phone rang. His heart jumped at the sound and he looked down immediately to see the caller ID. His face sank as Il Woo’s face appeared on the screen. ‘Aish!’ He threw his phone at the edge of the couch and stood up. ‘I’m going to sleep, hyung. If Shin Hye calls, don’t pick up,’ he grumbled before walking to his room and closing the door.
‘Yeah right,’ his manager muttered under his breath before moving to the couch. He picked up Min Ho’s phone. 'OH! SHIN HYE'S CALLING!' He called out.
His manager could hear Min Ho shuffling in his room. He almost broke the door handle when he flung the door open. 'Eodie? Eodie?' He rushed to his manager and quickly grabbed his phone. When he saw nothing, he realized he'd been had. He pursed his lips and slowly looked at his manager, his eyes menacing.
The ahjussi stayed seated on the couch as he grinned naughtily. 'You're so whipped.'
'AISH!' Min Ho put the phone on the table. 'Don't tell me when she calls. She has to suffer, too.' He grumbled before he marched back into his room and closed the door a little more forcefully than usual.
HIs manager chuckled as he took Min Ho's phone again. He looked at the screen and the wallpaper was a photo of Kim Tan and Cha Eun Sang biting on the same donut. He made a sour face as if he’s seen something unpleasant. ‘Aigoo…’ he put the phone down and leaned his back on the chair before turning to watch the television again. ‘They're disgustingly cute.’
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