He Started It by Hitting on Me

He Cares, and so Should You

Those rooms movies use when it comes to a police station to obtain some information are actually real. A policeman took me into a dark room with one dim light on in the center of the area. There was a gray table as well and a chair. I was supposed to be sitting and being asked questions for many hours.
They took us in for interrogation. They were calm yet rough, and I didn't think that was possible. I gave the answers, truthfully, and when I did their expressions never really did show emotion. They nodded, wrote down notes, and other things policemen do. Haneul wasn't in the same room as me, though. They took her in the room next to me. She was probably making up ed up lies, getting them suspicious of me...after all, they did see me about to kick her head off.
After agonizing hours of answering and being abnormally calm, the police took me out of the station and drove me to the hospital.
The hospital.
The place I despised the most.
I didn't see Haneul as I was driven there. I actually didn't know why I was taken to the hospital; I was pretty sure I was going to be taken to jail. When I got out of the police car, there were several cameramen waiting around the front. They ran up to me and began to shove these big microphones in my face, asking me questions like why I beat up Haneul or how did this happen. The police backed me up, saying I was badly injured and need the doctors right away before anything worse could happen. What I have come to known is that the media almost never listens.
They tried to follow me but were caught off because the police prevented them from going inside. I was taken on a gurney and they started to wheel me into a room. I was changed (no men, you s) and I was going to be operated on, so I was treated with anesthesia and let myself be touched with metal tools that felt ticklish. I think it was late at night, for when I made it to the hospital it was already dark out. I stayed awake the time they were doing things to my face and places where I was hurt. I made a mental note people who wear masks look funny.
Possibly an hour or so passed by until they had finished tickling me all over my body. I was then pushed into a room to rest and had been told that I could have gone home if I wanted to because I didn't have severe bleeding or anything. I told them I wanted to stay. They asked me if I wanted to eat anything and I shook my head no. They left after that, but not without telling me to get some sleep. I followed their instructions and went to rest. But I couldn't help but feel the slight anxiety Haneul might pop up in my room.
I woke up the next day on my right side, facing the window. I woke up a few hours before, since the nurse had to give me some food to eat. I took it because I felt my stomach growling for it. I went to sleep after that. It was a cloudless day-I think...Friday. Yes, today was Friday. Warmth from the sun beat against my face. I squinted from the bright rays and turned to the other side. As I turned, I found a figure standing in front of me. It was Key.
He was staring at me blankly. Most people have been looking at me with expressionless faces nowadays. I stared at him as well. None of us said a word to each other. It wasn't likely for Key to keep silent for so long, so I had a good idea he wasn't happy with me. Key blinked. "How come you didn't tell me she killed Hea Won?" he asked quietly.
"...I didn't want to trouble you," I whispered back. I realized my voice was hoarse.
"If you told me, things would have been different."
"What would be different, Key? She'd still be out to get us. The unfortunate thing is that she probably would have attacked all of us. I didn't want that to happen. So I stayed silent," I explained.
"But then it would've been easier. Just think about it, Mi Young. It's seven against one. There would be no chance," Key pointed out, his voice still soft.
I turned away. "It's done now, so there's no point in talking about it," I muttered. Truth is, I really didn't feel like going back to what had happened yesterday and remembering those dark times.
Key sighed. "Figures you'd be like this," he mumbled. There was a moment of silence in the room, all except the cars zooming outside.
"I'm sorry."
Key sighed and gently tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Don't ever scare me like that again." I knew it was an order, but his tone made it seem like a timid suggestion. I didn't say anything, for I knew I couldn't keep that promise. He kept quiet as well.
"So...how long were you here?" I asked, trying to take the tense mood off our shoulders.
"It's like...four thirty now, so we were here around three," Key answered, looking at the clock on the wall.
"Who else came?" I asked.
"Everyone's here," he responded.
"Really? Where are they?" I looked around the room to see if any one of them would pop up with a huge smile on his or her face.
"Outside the door. The doctor said we would have to wait an hour or so until you would wake up. And since it's one visitor per whatever time it takes...I was the first one," Key made clear.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "No one fought?"
"Oh no, Jonghyun was being a total about it. That's why I got him to go down to the cafeteria to get some food for us. It shouldn't be long until he realizes what I did," Key smiled, a smirk visible on his lips. I rolled my eyes.
"He's going to rip your head off," I warned.
"You honestly think I'm scared of him? He feared me when we were kids. I doubt he'll make a move on me now," Key said as he rolled his eyes.
"KEY, YOU SON OF A ."
"That must be him now," Key laughed as he turned his body towards the door. The said door opened almost too quickly, as it slammed against the wall beside it. In the center of the door, there stood an infuriated dinosaur. He had a bag in his hands. "You actually bought the food?" Key laughed again as he sat down on the place beside me.
Jonghyun stomped his foot. "Shut up! I got it and paid for it, and then I realized what you were trying to do. You !" he yelled again. Key rolled his eyes.
"Not my fault you're stupid. But I'm kind of hungry now, so thanks." Key got up from the bed and took the bag from Jonghyun, who basically pushed the bag in Key's arms and gave him a look that clearly said he was pissed. Key pushed him and called him a loser, and then the door closed behind Jonghyun. He turned his head to look at me. I almost looked away.
He walked towards the bed and took a seat on it next to me. "Hi," he spoke softly. I guess he was trying not to scare me.
"Hey," I mumbled.
"...You fine?"
"I guess."
"Oh. Good to know."
"Yeah."
"Um."
"Yes?"
"I always knew that girl was crazy," Jonghyun sighed.
I nodded. "Yeah, so did I," I replied.
"I didn't know she was his sister..." he trailed off.
"Neither did I," I responded honestly.
"I should kill her."
"You should."
Jonghyun smiled a bit. He scratched his head. "You made me scared," he admitted.
I blinked. "Oh. I didn't mean to," I said slowly.
"I know you didn't. You're just so...why do you have to be so..." he couldn't really think of a word, I guess, and that's why he stared at me for a prolonged while. I felt slightly uncomfortable being stared at, but this feeling was weirder, much weirder. He sighed after some time. "Just think before you act, all right? People get scared," he informed me. I nodded as I accumulated something to say but then stopped.
I began to think about how many times Jonghyun had come for me to save me as if he were a prince. There were so many things in so little time. He comforted me, he encouraged me, he made me smile when times were rough,andhe wasalways there-
He was there all the time. No matter what time or day it may be, I always found him waiting for me, wanting to give me consolation. Though he may insult me a lot, it didn't matter. He had a soft spot for me in his heart. He thought I was worthy.
He cared.
Knowing that, my insides started to bloom in happiness and an overwhelming feeling of warmth gushed inside. It was unnatural to feel this way, yet it made me feel somewhat comfortable.
"...Hey."
"Yeah?"
"...Thank you." Jonghyun gave me a look of bewilderment.
"What for?" he asked cautiously.
"Let's just say: the things you've done now. I...you...thanks," I breathed; not really having words to say. Jonghyun stared at me with the same bewildered and cautious look in his eye, waiting for more. He probably thought this was a joke or something. After seeing it wasn't, he relaxed his shoulders and beamed kindly at me. I felt my insides roll over. I ignored that. He didn't say anything; it was just a smile directed towards me. That was all I needed.
I had felt warmth taking over my left hand, and it wasn't a mental feeling. I looked down at his hand over mine. My first motive was to pull back and slap him, but then I realized that would hurt his feelings. There was another motive that said to tighten the hold between us, and that told me my conscience was taunting me again. So I did whatever seemed decent.
I kept it there; I watched his hand hold mine. And then I felt the corners of my lips turn up. I could not ignore the embarrassed kind of feeling building up on my cheeks. And I was pretty sure Jonghyun could see the color red, too.