Man In Love (남자가 살랑할 때): A Kim Myungsoo Fanfic

Chapter 4

After his homeschooling session, Myungsoo lay in bed, thinking of that girl. What was her name again? Oh right, Soo Jung. He thought of her, flawless wavy hair, high cheekbones, a sharp chin and a crystal clear matured voice. Definitely his ideal type... but why would she want him to go back to the Centre? Did she like him? No, that was impossible, given the fact that she was so rude and unfriendly towards him. In addition, she could not see Myungsoo anyway, she could not have been attracted to him so easily. On the other hand, that gave Myungsoo an advantage as now he had someone to hang out with and that 'someone' would never have to see his scars.

Myungsoo shuddered at the thought of his dark past again. He tried to think about Soo Jung again but nothing came into his mind, his memories about his father creeping into his mind, giving him fear-

At that instant, Myungsoo heard a lock turn. Immediately, he knew that Hyoan hyung was going to the Centre again to do volunteer work. Myungsoo immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the main door.

Upon seeing Myungsoo, Hyoan hyung was surprised.

"I want to go to the Centre... again." Myungsoo requested, shyly. He indeed did not expect that what Hyoan hyung said the previous day would be true.

Hyoan gave a chuckle. "See, what did I tell you? And..." Hyoan looked at the clothes which Myungsoo was wearing and asked,"Are you wearing that to the Centre?"

Myungsoo did not notice what he had been wearing as he came down in a hurry. He looked down at his clothes. A slightly small Mickey Mouse t-shirt which his arm muscles could be seen and baggy pants. Definitely model material, but no. He screeched, "Hyung! You better wait for me while I change!" Immediately, he ran back into his room and got changed.

His footsteps were like thunder as he ran down the steps of his house. Seeing what Myungsoo was wearing made Hyoan bewildered.

"I thought you would cover your..." Hyoan could not find the right words to say. He looked down at Myungsoo's arms where all his scars were. Myungsoo knew that Hyoan hyung would be confused as every time they went out, Myungsoo would make an effort to cover as much of his scars as possible with something so that it would not be so visible.

"I... errr, it's okay." Myungsoo did not know how to explain that it did not matter since Soo Jung could not see anything. In fact, he did not want to talk about Soo Jung to Hyoan hyung at all.

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Myungsoo walked to the bench where he had seen Soo Jung the previous day. He attempted to tiptoe again, trying to make his footsteps as inaudible as possible so Soo Jung would not hear them.

"My sense of hearing is working pretty well," Soo Jung snapped. Myungsoo had this déjà vu feeling, he was pretty sure this scene repeated somewhere before. He straightened his back and gathered up his courage to walk towards Soo Jung.

"So what brings you here today?" Soo Jung queried as Myungsoo sat down onto the bench beside her.

"Didn't you tell me to come back?" Myungsoo questioned. He was sure that Soo Jung really had short-term memory.

She turned to face him. "And you took my words seriously?" Her eyes behind those sunglasses seemed to bore into Myungsoo's soul, looking through him and past him. He could not help but wonder if Soo Jung was really blind.

Myungsoo was at a loss of words.

"Never mind, you don't have to answer that question. So what's your name?" Soo Jung's tone became lighter.

"Myungsoo."

"Oh, arasso. You know my name right? Anyway, what brought you here yesterday?" Soo Jung asked again and Myungsoo knew that curiosity was rising in her. He told her about Hyoan hyung, who always came here to do volunteer work and one day decided to drag Myungsoo along.

"Oh," Soo Jung heaved a sigh and looked straight again.

"What's wrong?"

"You wouldn't understand. Only if you had lost as much as me in life, then you would understand. For now... I don't know how to explain to you the reason. At least now I have a chingu to talk to me."

Myungsoo could not help but feel warmth rising in his chest.