Jang Geun Suk: I just talked to Shin Hye. I hope you’re okay Min Ho-yah.
Min Ho stared at his screen as the realization hit him. It was as if something punched him in the gut, trying to knock him senseless. Except he couldn’t black out and he was still sitting there, bearing the ache. She talked to him. He was trying to make sense of Geun Suk’s message and in the process, creating excuses for her. She wants to give me space to process this. She’s only going to cry when she hears my voice. She knows that I can tell that she’s going through a tough time just by talking to her on the phone and she doesn’t want me to worry. He must have listed a dozen reasonable explanations as to why she wouldn’t answer his calls, but even then, it didn’t lessen the hurt.
He clenched his jaw, trying to bar the thoughts that were suddenly assailing his mind. He didn’t want it to, but he could sense the pain turning into anger. She knows I need her right now. She knows this must be hard for me. She knows. His grip on the phone tightened as he fought off the urge to punch the wall. He stood up and paced in an effort to cool down. But he couldn’t stop his thoughts. He finally let out a yell, amplified by all the pent up steam since that morning. He heard his voice echo through the fire exit stairs. A few seconds after, his bodyguards burst through the door looking worried. Without a word, he made his way out and back to the hotel corridor, pushing the two guys aside.
‘Where is he?’ Min Ho asked his stylist as soon as he got into the room.
‘Eo? He’s at the lobby,’ she replied warily. ‘He’s meeting the writer of that article. Are you okay?’
Min Ho ignored her and turned around. His bodyguards followed him as he marched to the elevator.
‘I don’t think it’s wise to go down. There are reporters camped outside the hotel,’ one of the bodyguards told him.
‘So? What are they going to do? Take more pictures? Are they going to write an article about me going down the lobby? Because that’s newsworthy,’ Min Ho replied derisively as he took a step into the lift.
His bodyguard looked embarrassed and bowed his head as if to apologize. Min Ho was well aware that he was channelling his anger on the wrong people, but at this point, he couldn’t control himself anymore.
He headed straight to the restaurant where his manager and some of his Chinese staff convened. As he approached their table, his eyes zeroed in on the only guy he didn’t recognize. His manager saw him walking to them and stood up immediately. He almost jogged to where Min Ho was just to block him from taking a step further.
‘Ya, what are you doing here? Go back up,’ the ahjussi said through gritted teeth, making sure his voice was low enough so the people on the table don’t hear.
Min Ho gave his manager a scathing glare. ‘Wae? I want to talk to him. This concerns me more than any of you,’ he snapped back. ‘Unless of course you plan to keep me in the dark again. You know, because you want to protect me.’
His manager sighed in exasperation. ‘Lee Min Ho. Listen to me. You’re angry right now. If you say anything wrong, that writer could easily write another arti…’
Min Ho didn’t let him finish and headed to the table again. The rest of the men stood up as he approached. They exchanged bows and Min Ho sat on the seat his manager occupied just a few seconds ago. His eyes went to his Chinese staff who were looking guarded. They knew he wasn’t supposed to be there.
‘Translate for me,’ Min Ho told the guy sitting next to him. He turned to the writer and smiled. ‘I just want to know one thing,’ he started to say. His manager, who took a seat next to him, and the rest of his staff were looking nervous. ‘How did you come up with two months?’
Before he could speak, his manager put a hand on the translator’s arm, trying to stop him from saying anything. Min Ho glanced at his manager’s frowning face before turning to the writer again. ‘I’m sure you understood my question. Two months? Why two months?’
The writer looked at him and started speaking. As soon as he was done, his translator leaned closer to Min Ho. ‘That’s what his source said. That you and Miss Park Shin Hye have been dating for two months now.’
Min Ho nodded his head and smirked. ‘If you weren’t someone being paid to write articles such as the one you wrote about us, would you personally believe we’ve been dating for two months?’
After the translation, the writer creased his brows, obviously taken aback by his question. Min Ho didn’t let him reply and stood up from his seat. ‘If she and I didn’t act in the same drama, no one would believe for a second that what you wrote was true. Why? Because you have no evidence. If you had anything substantial, you would have included it in that article. Source? What source? Unless you can name someone who knows me personally, you don’t have a source. You have a rumormonger,’ he flashed him a wide smile. ‘You can’t even begin to imagine how much I want to punch your face right now, but I’m going to hold it in for everyone’s sake. So you better hope that this silly thing you started blows over and doesn’t ruin things between me and her because I will personally hunt you down,’ he finished off by giving him a bow. The writer looked at the translator expectantly. The guy, looking baffled, glanced up at Min Ho then at his wide-eyed manager.
‘Just tell him I really like China,’ Min Ho said before walking away.
Jang Geun Suk: I just talked to Shin Hye. I hope you’re okay Min Ho-yah.
Min Ho stared at his screen as the realization hit him. It was as if something punched him in the gut, trying to knock him senseless. Except he couldn’t black out and he was still sitting there, bearing the ache. She talked to him. He was trying to make sense of Geun Suk’s message and in the process, creating excuses for her. She wants to give me space to process this. She’s only going to cry when she hears my voice. She knows that I can tell that she’s going through a tough time just by talking to her on the phone and she doesn’t want me to worry. He must have listed a dozen reasonable explanations as to why she wouldn’t answer his calls, but even then, it didn’t lessen the hurt.
He clenched his jaw, trying to bar the thoughts that were suddenly assailing his mind. He didn’t want it to, but he could sense the pain turning into anger. She knows I need her right now. She knows this must be hard for me. She knows. His grip on the phone tightened as he fought off the urge to punch the wall. He stood up and paced in an effort to cool down. But he couldn’t stop his thoughts. He finally let out a yell, amplified by all the pent up steam since that morning. He heard his voice echo through the fire exit stairs. A few seconds after, his bodyguards burst through the door looking worried. Without a word, he made his way out and back to the hotel corridor, pushing the two guys aside.
‘Where is he?’ Min Ho asked his stylist as soon as he got into the room.
‘Eo? He’s at the lobby,’ she replied warily. ‘He’s meeting the writer of that article. Are you okay?’
Min Ho ignored her and turned around. His bodyguards followed him as he marched to the elevator.
‘I don’t think it’s wise to go down. There are reporters camped outside the hotel,’ one of the bodyguards told him.
‘So? What are they going to do? Take more pictures? Are they going to write an article about me going down the lobby? Because that’s newsworthy,’ Min Ho replied derisively as he took a step into the lift.
His bodyguard looked embarrassed and bowed his head as if to apologize. Min Ho was well aware that he was channelling his anger on the wrong people, but at this point, he couldn’t control himself anymore.
He headed straight to the restaurant where his manager and some of his Chinese staff convened. As he approached their table, his eyes zeroed in on the only guy he didn’t recognize. His manager saw him walking to them and stood up immediately. He almost jogged to where Min Ho was just to block him from taking a step further.
‘Ya, what are you doing here? Go back up,’ the ahjussi said through gritted teeth, making sure his voice was low enough so the people on the table don’t hear.
Min Ho gave his manager a scathing glare. ‘Wae? I want to talk to him. This concerns me more than any of you,’ he snapped back. ‘Unless of course you plan to keep me in the dark again. You know, because you want to protect me.’
His manager sighed in exasperation. ‘Lee Min Ho. Listen to me. You’re angry right now. If you say anything wrong, that writer could easily write another arti…’
Min Ho didn’t let him finish and headed to the table again. The rest of the men stood up as he approached. They exchanged bows and Min Ho sat on the seat his manager occupied just a few seconds ago. His eyes went to his Chinese staff who were looking guarded. They knew he wasn’t supposed to be there.
‘Translate for me,’ Min Ho told the guy sitting next to him. He turned to the writer and smiled. ‘I just want to know one thing,’ he started to say. His manager, who took a seat next to him, and the rest of his staff were looking nervous. ‘How did you come up with two months?’
Before he could speak, his manager put a hand on the translator’s arm, trying to stop him from saying anything. Min Ho glanced at his manager’s frowning face before turning to the writer again. ‘I’m sure you understood my question. Two months? Why two months?’
The writer looked at him and started speaking. As soon as he was done, his translator leaned closer to Min Ho. ‘That’s what his source said. That you and Miss Park Shin Hye have been dating for two months now.’
Min Ho nodded his head and smirked. ‘If you weren’t someone being paid to write articles such as the one you wrote about us, would you personally believe we’ve been dating for two months?’
After the translation, the writer creased his brows, obviously taken aback by his question. Min Ho didn’t let him reply and stood up from his seat. ‘If she and I didn’t act in the same drama, no one would believe for a second that what you wrote was true. Why? Because you have no evidence. If you had anything substantial, you would have included it in that article. Source? What source? Unless you can name someone who knows me personally, you don’t have a source. You have a rumormonger,’ he flashed him a wide smile. ‘You can’t even begin to imagine how much I want to punch your face right now, but I’m going to hold it in for everyone’s sake. So you better hope that this silly thing you started blows over and doesn’t ruin things between me and her because I will personally hunt you down,’ he finished off by giving him a bow. The writer looked at the translator expectantly. The guy, looking baffled, glanced up at Min Ho then at his wide-eyed manager.
‘Just tell him I really like China,’ Min Ho said before walking away.
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