Every Thing We Can't Have

how it's going

viii.

The strong gust of cold air did not dilute Jihyo's happiness after the filming ended. In fact, it added more to her exuberance for the night gala she set up as a way of gratifying the man who woke up at dusk and prepped her the bowl of vegetable soup. The gesture was so sweet, it did not left her mind, living rent-free for the rest of the weekends.

One afternoon, Seong Moon leapt over steps up to her sister's room, he was obviously in haste. He knocked the door three times but no one answered. "Aish, it's already 3 and still snoring? Why would I be surprise. Tssk," and resort to kicking the door loudly it almost fell off its hinges.

"Noonnnaa! Wake up, you have a visitor."

In a matter of seconds, a shrill voice resonated through the whole house, "YAHH! PABOYA! IF MY DOOR's BROKEN, I'LL BURY YOU ALIVE. SIX FEET DOWN!" there was a long pause then, "JINSIMUREO!"

[ trans: I'm serious. ]

She slammed the door open, wearing an over-sized black shirt and a scowl. Some hair strands sticked out all over the places. Seong Moon sniggered at what a mess her sister was in. She did not even know that someone was waiting for her downstairs.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were asleep."

"I just shit! Now, why did you maul my door?"

"Actually," Seongmoon reached his nape and decided to just point down where he meant downstairs. Jihyo gazed at him ridiculously. "Cat got your tongue? Come on. Talk! I wasn't made for some point here and there conversation."

He rolled his eyes and whispered as low as he could get that Lee Sangyeob was patiently waiting for her for the past 20 minutes of her thug tantrums. Jihyo's eyes bulged and she swiftly ran down. She found Sangyeob having tea with her mom and when Sangyeob saw her state, he couldn't hid a lopsided-smile. Jihyo's mom was beyond horrified of her daughter's get up. Did she plan to embarrassed herself in front of a well-groomed man? Her mom couldn't find the exact words to his disbelief.

"You could have at least combed your hair, stinky bat!" her mom dropped when she passed Jihyo.

"I'm sorry, I'll go and change," she excused but stopped by a hand clamped on her shoulder, it was Sangyeob. "You look just yourself, just fine and beautiful," that was a spurt of confession but he continued anyway, "I just came here to personally give you my birthday invitation. I'm hoping the date won't get caught by your schedule."

Jihyo received the black invitation card, letters carved in sleek gold. Jihyo felt far less than embarrassment as flattery filled her mood. As she flicked the intricately embellished card open, she was half hoping it won't fall on the date of the night gala.

Smiling she muttered, "I'm pretty much free next week so this wont be a problem."

Without consent, Sangyeob hugged her. The fact that she hadn't taken a bath for two days straight pelted at her mind and immediately, subtly squirmed out of the hug.

"I have to go now, noona. I'm after a flight to Hawaii."

Confused crept over Jihyo's face and so her forehead crinkled, "You could have sent the card to me through mail!" Grateful as she had been, she's furious now that it was because of her, he was running late. "You should go now or else, you'll miss it. Take care!"

Sweet Sangyeob stole another hug from her and skidded out without looking back. What a goofyball, Jihyo thought after he was hardly seen in their porch.

Jihyo padded up, all the way back to her room when Seong Moon yelled, "Don't even think about it noona, he's so much younger than you."

"Pea brain," she hissed and went on her way. There's no way Sangyeob liked her, was there?