He Started It by Hitting on Me

Jonghyun and Mi Young in the Kitchen

"How is an earthquake formed?"
"An earthquake is formed by, uh, faulting and folding."
"What's a fault?"
"A fault disrupts the continuity of a rock formation."
"What causes it?"
"It's caused by... um... uh... uhh...uhhhhhhh..."
"It's caused by shifting or dislodging," I sighed, dropping the piece of paper on the table and leaning back in my chair. "You still need help."
I was at Jonghyun's house, tutoring him. It's been two weeks since I have been tutoring Jonghyun and surprisingly, progress has been made. Jonghyun did not know any when we started. He knew the basics, but everything else was mush to his brain. I had to go through a number of papers, textbooks and the Internet to finally get him to understand earth science. I found out he was able to understand if you explained thoroughly and showed him how to get an answer.
So it wasn't all that bad. Except for one thing: arguing. We would argue every time we didn't agree on something or if he was unsure of something. We'd argue. We'd yell. Hands would fly to each other's hair or faces. The works. But if this weren't supposed to happen, everything would be downright boring. Everyone agrees, right?
Jonghyun rubbed his head and sighed after. "I know, but I'm still doing well right?" he queried. I nodded, giving a small reassuring smile to him. Jonghyun quickly looked down and cleared his throat.
"Well, uh, what else should we study about?" he asked.
I turned my head to the piece of paper I dropped on the table. "Well, you should be studying about how to determine the distance from an epicenter but I guess we could take a break," I replied, scanning over the paper. I sensed Jonghyun nodding next to me.
"Okay. What should we do?" he asked. I shrugged.
"I don't know. What would you do for a break?" I asked, looking around his dining room. Jonghyun scratched his head, unsure of how to answer.
"Um..." he trailed off.
I raised an eyebrow. "Do you do anything in your free time?" I asked. Jonghyun scratched his head as he kept his eyes on the floor, a confused expression plastered on his face.
"Uhhh..."
I rolled my eyes and gave out a long sigh. I shook my head. "I really have no idea what the hell to do with you, child," I sighed again, shaking my head in disapproval. Jonghyun furrowed his eyes and glared at me in a childish way.
"Yah! You , you didn't give me time to think," he defended.
"Even if I gave you time, you would have wasted it by trying to find something to think," I smirked, my eyebrows rising up and down. Jonghyun flushed with anger and his fists clenched.
"You ing . I swear if you say one more thing-"
"Let's eat."
"Huh?" Jonghyun's voice faltered, his enraged red face replaced with a confusing look. I turned my head with one movement.
"Let's eat. We could whip up something in the kitchen. If that's okay with you," I said, folding my arms.
Jonghyun blinked once, his confused gaze falling to the floor, looking as if he was thinking hard about this mere suggestion. I watched him breathe, his back slightly heaving. I looked from his back to his face, the confused look still on his face. He seemed to be much in thought. After a few minutes, Jonghyun's head slowly pulled up. He looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes. "Sure," he answered.
"Great. Let's go." I got up from my seat and walked pass him. I was by the doorway when I heard the shuffling of his feet hurrying quickly behind me. It didn't take much time to make it to the kitchen, which was right next to the dining room. Once I entered the kitchen, a spread of warmth and comfort ran over me. The familiar smell of kimchi breathed in my nostrils and the cool air from the open window caused the smell to waft in the air. My insides began to relax and my shoulders slumped from their usual poised appearance.
This felt... homey. Out of all places, it had to be Jonghyun's kitchen.
I took a small breath and looked around. "Hm... I wonder what we should eat..." I muttered to myself, tapping my chin with my pointer. I heard a couple of footsteps and then a sound of a door opening. More like a refrigerator door opening. I took a glance at Jonghyun, who was the one opening the refrigerator door.
"What are you trying to find?" I asked aloud.
"Some food," he replied, his hand clinking containers and bottles together. I raised an eyebrow.
"You mean spoiled food? You honestly think I'm going to eat that?" I asked.
"I didn't say you were going to eat it."
"Ahh you bastard. You need to get real food."
"My mom's not home as you can see."
"Then why can't you make it yourself?"
"..."
I raised both my eyebrows. "Well?" I asked. He didn't respond. His head was still kept inside the refrigerator but one of his hands was kept on the handle and the other fell to his side. I cocked my head to the side and let a teasing smile come on my face. "You can't do it, can you?" I asked.
"Who said I can't?" he asked bluntly. I laughed breathlessly as my head shook to my laughter.
"You really can't cook, huh?"
He got up from his bent position and turned his body around to face me from several feet away. He folded his arms with a solemn expression on his face. "I could cook if I wanted to."
"Then..." I placed a hand on the kitchen island. I tilted my head to the side while lopsided grin played on my face. "Let's cook."
After a few minutes, we had the ingredients for kimchijeon. I wanted to go for something easy yet tasty. I did not want to spend my time making the food and not having the time to eat it. It is such a waste of time. I eyed all the ingredients. I tapped my chin with my pointer as I walked from the first ingredient to the last. "Hm..." I trailed off, walking like a sergeant would.
Jonghyun was by the end of the island, his shoulders slumped forward and he had a bored look in his eye. I immediately saw him. "Back straight," I ordered. His back quickly straightened. "Hands to the side," I instructed. His hands swept to his sides. "Eyes straight ahead." He looked straight ahead. I chuckled.
I walked in front of him, admiring my work. "Nice," I mumbled, a smirk failing to stay away from my face as I walked around him.
"Ugh, can you stop that? I feel like you're me with your eyes."
I poked his back, my nail lightly yet firmly scratching his back. "Be careful, ugly child. I can be beastly," I warned, lowering my eyes.
I felt him shiver slightly but he didn't respond to my insult and warning. I dropped my hand to my side and walked back in front of him and went to the ingredients. "Okay. First we have to chop the kimchi and the onions. And then we have to mix them," I started off, grabbing the empty bowl and mixing spoon. I was glad we had kimchi; I really didn't want to waste my time making it.
I started to chop the kimchi, going off as quickly as possible. After a few minutes, I realized I didn't hear any other sound beside myself. I raised an eyebrow to myself. I turned my head to the side, stopping my chopping. I found Jonghyun staring off mindlessly at space. My eyebrow was raised even higher.
"You're not going to do anything?" I asked calmly yet incredulously.
Jonghyun scratched his head for the millionth time today. "Ummm...."
"Knock knock.''
"Who's there?"
"You."
"You who...?" he asked, his brow furrowing.
"You have no reason but to work. Now grab that knife and start chopping," I instructed, going back to my own work. While I was chopping kimchi, Jonghyun took the knife, slowly examining it with curiosity. "If that goes down my throat, I will rip your balls out when I die," I stated bluntly as I kept chopping. Jonghyun jumped up at my threat and quickly scrambled to get the onions.
For a few seconds of my time, things were quiet. After I thought that Jonghyun had finally probably gotten the hang of chopping, I heard rough sounds. I turned my head to the side. I find Jonghyun cutting the kimchi roughly and unevenly. He looked like he did not know what he was doing. And I believed him completely.
"Are you freaking kidding me? You can't cut kimchi?" I asked, gesturing my hand to the kimchi. Jonghyun sighed impatiently, looking up to the ceiling.
"Not all things are easy, ," he said.
"No. They're not. Banging millions of girls is pretty easy, so why not chopping kimchi?" I asked. Suddenly, after realizing what I just said, the conversation Onew and I had rushed back in my brain. Jonghyun's whole past came back to me. The reason why he banged girls sat at the top of my head. He banged girls because of one girl. One girl who he thought ruined his life. I remembered the lonely glint he had in his eye after Onew and I got out of detention. He seemed really sad. And I pitied him. And that feeling was coming back. My heart started to feel heavy with guilt and pity, my stomach overlapping. I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed.
"Look, I'm afraid I'm going to cut myself so I decide not to chop. Can we just leave it at that and-"
"Let me show you."
I took a hold of his hand that held the knife and held his other hand to steady himself. He jumped at the touch and widened his eyes at how close we are. I wasn't so giddy about it either.
I didn't make any eye contact as I silently demonstrated how to hold the knife to cut the onions. I straightened his hand and made the other hold the onion. The knife slowly went down to cut the onion in half. Jonghyun's hand (which was still controlled by me) took one half of the onion and chopped it countless times. It was sliced and then diced, the way onions were supposed to be chopped.
I demonstrated how to slice and dice an onion and Jonghyun just stared. It was hard to tell what he was looking at- the way I was demonstrating or my hands on top of his.
After finishing one half of the onion, I let go of Jonghyun's hands and sighed. "There. Now finish the rest," I ordered, walking back to my station. Jonghyun lowered his head and looked at the diced onion.
"Thanks," he muttered, starting on the other half of the onion.
"Whatever," I replied back. I kept on chopping the rest of the kimchi, my mind wandering when I was able to eat the kimchijeon I was preparing. It better be ing good because I'm certainly not eating in my lifetime.
Before I was done with chopping the kimchi, a loud yell comes near me. I looked up and looked at Jonghyun. He was staring at his finger with his eyes widened and he was screaming. I furrowed my eyes. "What the hell happened?" I asked over his screams. He waggled his finger in front of me.
"Look what this son of a knife did to my finger!" he yelled. I stared at his finger and it was bleeding. A lot. Dark blood was oozing down his finger and he freaked out even more when he saw that. He started to run around the kitchen island, his finger in front of his face as he ran. I shook my head and groaned silently.
"Stop," I said, and tried to grab a body part so he could stay still but he kept running and running. I exhaled in frustration. He's not making this easy for me. I decided to run after him. I ran after him in circles. He kept screaming and blood was dropping on the kitchen floor.
I threw my head back for a second as I ran. Now I freaking have to clean the floor too. If this damn guy could just staystill-
I suddenly threw my leg forward, which successfully kicked Jonghyun's and he yelped. He tripped, due to my sudden kick, and fell on the floor with a big thump. He was sitting on the floor with his legs spread apart and he had his eyes squeezed shut. He opened them after a moment and quickly went back to screaming.
"My finger! My finger!" he'd yell, as the blood would drip to the floor. "My poor finger!"
"You can shut the up because your ing finger won't heal if you ing keep ing whining, you ing ," I growled, as I frantically searched for an aid kit. There has to be one. If Jonghyun's mother ever let Jonghyun play in the kitchen... there was bound to be an aid kit somewhere.
Jonghyun kept whining about his finger bleeding and would scream even louder when more blood started to appear. I was this close to cracking. Fortunately for Jonghyun and me, I found an aid kit in one of the drawers by the sink. I grabbed it and ran over to the odd dinosaur writhing in minor pain. I quickly opened the aid kit and searched for a band-aid. I found one behind everything else and ripped it open.
Before Jonghyun could whine anymore, I slapped the band-aid on his bleeding finger and his cries quietly calmed down. I closed my eyes to inhale the silence around me. I could have not been any happier to have silence. I breathed in and out as my eyes closed and they fluttered open after a while.
I found Jonghyun staring at me with teary eyes and his lower lip was jutted out. He had huge eyes. Like a dog. What a dog. "There's still blood on my finger," he said, his voice cracking. I nodded.
"I should have put some warm water and soap to clean it up. But you were so whiny and I had to put the band-aid on so you could shut up," I told him.
Jonghyun looked down. "I didn't mean to. It hurt a lot."
"Did it really hurt that much? You had to scream and run around about it?"
"Yes."
I shook my head. "Do you need help to clean your finger?" I asked.
"No."
"Then go clean your finger at the sink. I'll make the kimchijeon." I got up from the floor and started to walk over to the kitchen island, when I heard Jonghyun say something.
"Wait!" he called out. I turned my head around.
"What?" I asked.
Jonghyun blinked up at me. "I think I do need help. I don't know how to clean," he told me.
"You scrub your dry blood with soap and then rinse it off with warm water. That's all you need to do," I said, turning back.
"Ow! My finger still hurts. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow owwwwwwwwwwwww-"
" YOU MAN. Get up." Jonghyun got up right after I said it and he followed me to the sink. I turned on the water, hot water to be specific, and took a small towel I found near the sink. "Where's your soap?" I asked.
"In the first cabinet," he answered. I reached up for the first cabinet but realized it was too high for me to reach. I heard him chuckle beside me. " ain't tall enough, huh?" he chuckled once more until reaching for the cabinet and grabbing the hand soap. I gave him no sign of emotion but in my mind, I had something up my sleeve for this .
I took the hand soap from him, squirting some of the liquid onto the towel and gently scrubbed it against Jonghyun's dry-bloody finger. He watched me with caution as I scrubbed his finger, probably wondering what I was going to do next. After scrubbing the dry blood, I made him lean forward towards the sink and his shoulder was right there, touching the back of my head. I scrunched my nose in disgust.
"You ready to wash this?" I asked with a monotone voice. He nodded. I smiled a bit but the smile was barely visible on my face. "'Kay then." I took his finger and put it below the scalding water, a scream quickly following after.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What the hell?!" he asked, pulling back his finger. It was immediately turning red and he shook his finger up and down to prevent from any more pain. Good luck with that, child.
I raised my eyebrows. "What? I didn't know," I defended, shrugging casually.
"You ! You did know! You ing evil- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned, shaking his finger up and down. A smirk played on my lips.
"What can I say? I was born to hurt you," my eyes flickered with please and I laughed, throwing my head back a little. Jonghyun grumbled under his breath, cussing me out from what I could hear and he turned on warm water, his finger still swollen from the hot water.
I smiled smugly before returning to my work. I took all of the onions in my hands and dumped them into the bowl with the chopped kimchi. I cut a couple of other vegetables before mixing everything. I kept mixing as I turned around to face Jonghyun, who was wiping his hands on a paper towel. "," he spat as he pushed me lightly with his shoulder and went back to his own station.
"Yeah yeah. Hey, can you get the flour and an egg? My hands are kind of full," I told Jonghyun, gesturing with my head to the bowl in my hands. Jonghyun scanned over the ingredients left and spotted the flour, leaning over the kitchen island to get it. He grabbed the sack and opened it, a puff of white smoke hitting his face.
I laughed, exaggerating over his flour-kissed face. He put his hands on his hips. "Haha, very funny," he sarcastically sneered.
"It's hilarious," I howled.
His face fell. "I was being sarcastic."
"I wasn't."
His eyes grew dark. "You like to tick me off, don't you?" he asked even though it wasn't supposed to be heard.
"Yes I do," I answered to his question, smiling as I went back to mixing. I heard him scoff next to me as he dumped some flour into the mixing bowl. He added an egg after.
Cooking went on for a while and the kitchen was silent. I let my shoulders relax and mixed the kimchi, vegetables, flour and egg together. I added water; just enough water so it wouldn't be watery or too thick. I added a pinch of salt to the mix as well. Jonghyun was heating the pan that was a few feet behind me. He was adding the amount of oil I told him to put in. I heard him clap his hands once.
"Oil's heated. Should we add in the mix?" he asked.
I nodded without turning around to face him. "Yup, we should. Let me mix this a bit more though," I mumbled as I kept mixing. Jonghyun sighed. I heard the pan moving so I guess Jonghyun was stalling a bit so he could wait. I kept on mixing.
"Hey," he called out.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Isn't your hair going to be all dirty from the cooking? It's over your shoulders and all," Jonghyun pointed out.
I shrugged. "If there is anything, I'll just clean it out when I take a shower. No big deal," I replied. It was really no big deal at all.
"I think it should be pulled up in a bun."
"Whaaatever. It doesn't matter," I scoffed, still mixing. I heard footsteps coming behind me as I did my work. I ignored it, thinking Jonghyun might see what was taking me so long and when we were ever going to eat. I had the same thought though. However, I turned out to be wrong.
Suddenly, I felt hands on my head, taking strands of my hair and pulling it up gently. I jumped lightly to the sudden touch and my shoulders tensed up. My mixing had stopped and my back was as straight as a ruler. Jonghyun's hands gently tugged at my hair, taking numerous strands of it into his hands. His body almost pressed against mine.
I could feel one of my fingers twitching to how close our bodies were. After taking a hold of all my hair, Jonghyun started to twist it a couple of times until I felt it settle against my scalp. I heard the snap of a rubber band and the rubber band gently went around my bun a couple of times. I felt Jonghyun's mouth close to my ear.
It brought me back to the time when he won a bet back at Haeundae beach. And I was his slave. He nibbled on my ear and I hated the feeling because his stupid teeth were on me. I would kill him right now if he did it again.
After a few seconds, I felt a breeze at the back of my neck. It was a long time since I've had my hair up. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever had my hair tied up. This was the first time. And a guy did it for me. Not just a guy though- it was that bastard. Kim Jonghyun.
"There. Your hair is in a bun," he sighed. I nodded slightly.
I stayed still, thinking Jonghyun would go away as soon as possible and then I wouldn't have to beat Jonghyun to a pulp, causing another fight. I seriously just wanted to eat. But no, he didn't move. He stayed right there, behind me, his hands on my bun. He was silent except from the breathing coming out from his mouth.
My shoulders were still tense and my body barely moved. It was as if I was frozen in place. And this had never happened before. Aw damn. I felt Jonghyun's hands slowly tracing my bun and it went down to my neck. His finger lightly traced one side of my neck and I kept in a sound that wanted to come out of my mouth. Not a moan, you freak. It was another sound wanting to come out. And not a groan either. You guys and your moans and groans. I'm ing Mi Young. I don't moan easily, es.
Fortunately, his hands stopped tracing my neck. Unfortunately, they landed on my shoulders. His hands softly traced where he could feel my bra straps and I swear, I heard him gasp. I clenched my fists and my eyes were twitching frequently. I really did not want to start a fight. I was too hungry to punch him.
His hands stayed on my shoulders but then softly pulled themselves down to my waist. My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets. Aw hell naw. ing , you want to mess with me? You think touching me makes you a better person? You , come here and I'll make you feel like a better person. Let me face you so I could take out my whip and beat the COW DUNG OUT OF YOU.
But my body was frozen. I couldn't move and I did not know the reason why. It bothered me.
Suddenly, I felt Jonghyun's mouth at the tip of my ear. His hot breath circled around my ear. I was even tenser than before. "You look like a real girl with your hair up, ," he whispered into my ear. I held back a growl, but failed miserably. It came out sounding like a donkey saying, "nehhh''. I felt Jonghyun smirking and he let go, laughing in satisfaction.
That son of a is lucky I am damn hungry. Otherwise, he would have been on the floor with broken limbs, nose and a whole lot of blood to go with the image. I'd break his face a whole lot more and laugh at it as I eat my kimchijeon. Speaking of kimchijeon, it's time to make it. I take the bowl I have in my hands and go to the stove. The pan was heated, the oil already sizzling and popping. I take a spoon and scoop out some kimchijeon, spreading it around the hot pan as I heard it sizzle.
I made it cook until the color was a nice yellowish orange color. I scooped that out and put it on a plate. I scooped out more batter and spread it around the pan, that cooking as well. I made a couple more until the batter finished and I turned off the pan. I put the mixing bowl in the sink, along with the spoon. Jonghyun already covered cleaning our workstation and he was on the kitchen island, swinging his legs back and forth. His eyes lit up when he saw the kimchijeon.
"That looks good," he complimented, his lips.
"It should be good," I say, grabbing a fork.
"You're going to share, right?" he asked.
"After what you did to me back there, you think I'm going to give you food?"
"I didn't do anything that bad. At least I didn't grab your s this time-"
"Ugh. Don't remind me," I muttered, scrunching my face in disgust. There were so many times when he grasped my s. So. Many. Times. I think I'll probably die from Jonghyun abuse.
Jonghyun laughed. He didn't say much more. "... You're going to share, right?" he assured.
I took the fork and dug it into the plate. I shoved a piece into my mouth. "No."
Jonghyun's inconsiderate smirk fell off his face. "Why not? I helped!"
"Barely."
"It's because I cut myself!"
"That shows how helpless you are in the kitchen. When someone marries you, I wonder how they'll even survive," I sighed, shaking my head. Poor girl. Marrying this idiot who has no ambition in life. Tsk tsk.
"Maybe I won't get married. Maybe I'll stay with you for the rest of my life," Jonghyun sniffed, folding his arms.
I furrowed my eyes as I took another bite. "Ew."
Jonghyun sighed. "Can I please get some? I'm as hungry as you are."
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't think so."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"Hell no."
Jonghyun pouted as he folded his arms. "Meanie. I want food," he muttered. He got off the island and stomped towards me, grabbing the plate and taking the fork from my hand. He quickly took a huge forkful and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed and chewed as he eyed me. I stared at him blankly. After a few seconds, he gulped down the kimchijeon he had in his mouth and smirked at me.
"Haha. I ate it. Ahahahaha."
"You also used the same fork as me," I pointed out.
Jonghyun raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"You. Ate. From. The. Fork. I. Ate. Off. From. ."
Jonghyun's eyes widened and his mouth tightened into an 'o'. "We ate from the same fork? So... so... that means... we... w-w-w-we... "
I nodded. "Yeah. Kissed. Indirectly. Or whatever you wanna call it,'' I sighed, shaking my head. He stared at me with wide eyes and his eye twitched uncomfortably. He clutched on the plate. He bit on his lip and he made this grinding noise with his teeth. It was in the middle of a dolphin and... some other animal. It sounded like a deep dolphin. He was still looking at me, making that dolphin noise and his cheeks were the color of crimson. I scrunched my face in utter disgust.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed," he spoke out in his dolphin voice. "Weeeeeeeeeeee kiiiiiiiiiissed." He started to jump around. "We kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kiiiiiiiiissed. Oh my god, we kissed!" He jumped around and ran in circles around me. "We kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed we kissed-"
"My ing hell, it wasn't a kiss. It was an indirect kiss, dumbass. And it doesn't count. Don't get so anxious. I don't have herpes," I rolled my eyes, irritated with how annoying he was. Why was he so jumpy anyway? He wasn't so jumpy before. I mean, yeah there was no lip connection between us besides the one at Ferris wheel, but he wasn't like this. He was surprised at that time. Now he's... jumpy? Damn.
Jonghyun widened his eyes. "B.... but...." He lowered his head and blinked at the floor. "Yeah. It was an indirect kiss. It was nothing," he agreed, a soft tone in his voice.
I nodded. I grabbed the bowl from his him. "Yeah, well. Anyway, if you're done, I'm going to go and eat this all-" And the damned boy looks up to look at me. My eyes just had to travel to his eyes. And there I saw it again. The look of loneliness. That look was taunting me every freaking time I look at him directly in the eyes. It annoyed me to hell. It always, always, makes me want to pity the boy. And this is a feeling I will always hate. Always.
I stared at him blankly. I groaned in frustration in my mind. I will regret I did this one day. "I will eat this all... with you. Grab a fork," I muttered. Jonghyun raised his eyebrows.
"What'd you say?" he asked, surprised and slightly amused. I rolled my eyes.
"Eat this with me. You . Can you not hear me?" I asked, irritated. He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat.
"Um, okay."
We both sat in the dining room, where the textbooks were kept left opened. He took my fork because I did not want it and I took another fork. We both ate with small talk, which is basically another word for insulting each other until one of gives up. The whole time we were having small talk, Jonghyun was the first one to give up.
After eating my successful kimchijeon (it was amazing, believe me), we went back to studying. I looked over my papers to see what we were going to study next when I heard Jonghyun clear his throat next to me.
"Thanks for the food. It was... good."
"Oh. Well... you're welcome. And thanks too..." I mumbled the last line. He must've heard me because he gave me a lopsided smile.
We were both staring at each other for a while and I tried to avoidthat glint in his eye. He seemed to be deep in thought as he stared into my eyes and it made me feel weird. He looked weird. I wonder how I look from another person's point of view. Mirrors lie to your guts. I'm deadass serious.
I felt Jonghyun leaning in closer without a warning. I raised an eyebrow slightly. What does this boy have up his sleeve?
He was right in front of my face when he took a deep breath. "Listen, I have something to confes-"
Here's a llama, there's a llama, and another little llama. Fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama llama duck.
Jonghyun furrowed his eyes. "What the is that?" he asked, searching around the room.
I reached inside my bag. "That's my ring tone," I answered, searching for my phone. Jonghyun's mouth widened.
"Your ring tone? Of all things, it'sthat?!"
"Key gave me this ring tone," I snapped. "End of discussion." I pressed the talk button.
"Yeboseyo?" I answered.
"Mi Young." It was the familiar voice of Key. When he called me, his voice would always be screaming into my ear. It was his way of saying hi. But this seemed nothing like a scream.
My face grew solemn. "What's wrong." I didn't make it sound like a question.
"You need to come to the hospital. Now."
I wanted to question him why, but I knew better than to ask Key. He was serious when things were consequential. I told him I'll be there soon and clicked end. I put my phone back in my bag and started to pack up. Jonghyun furrowed his eyes.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I need to go to the hospital. Drive me there," I instructed, shoving things into my bag.
Jonghyun stared at me. "Why-"
"Just drive me there. Key called me."
Suddenly, Jonghyun's face turned solemn. He got up. "Let's go."