I hate him // Minsung [Eng]

11

Han p.o.v.

These days I really feel strange. Since I've been helped by Lee Know with the choreography, I've became more thoughtful than usual.

Is it truth that I can't love myself and others?

No, I don't think so. It's just that I'm scared to love again. I'm scared to lose someone, again.

I arrive at the JYP Entertainment with two coffee and two donuts. I think I should at least thank him for helping me, so here I am with two breakfast, hoping that he likes at least one of the hazelnut donuts and the caramel one. I spent 5 minutes staring at all the flavours, with the old woman at the cash desk getting impatient, until I chose my two favorite.

I don't see him at the entrance so I enter the building, but he is not even here.

Is he late?

I sit on the stairs and wait for him. He should be coming, he has never been too much late since I've know him.

After 10 minutes, I'm starting to get worried.

I pick my phone and quickly write:

"Where are you?"

He doesn't answer me for minutes. So I become impatient.

Where the fuck is he?

I write another message, this time to our reliable leader:

"Chan, do you know where Lee Know is?"

I hope that he knows something more, but the answer comes fast:

"Is he late? So strange... Try to call him."

Okay, now I'm really anxious.

"Okay, but Felix and Seungmin aren't with you?" I write again.

They are his roommates, they should know something, shouldn't they?

"Yes, we are all here yet, except you two." I read the message and snort.

Come on, Chan, this is not the point!

"Seungmin says that he probably overslept" he adds.

I feel guilty. Yesterday was late when we finished to dance and he also insisted to accompany me to my dormitory.

"Okay, I will check him and let you know."

I try to call him eleven times, walking up and down the JYP hall. A lot of idols pass near me, giving me strange looks. Some of them greet me but I'm too much worried to care about who they are.

«Come on, where the fuck are you?!» I howl to myself. I'm about to cry, when I hear a voice behind me:

«Who are you looking for?»

I turn abruptly and see him. He is smiling, with a sleepy face and matted hair.

«Where the fuck were you?!» I scream.

He looks around, making sure no one is watching at us and then looks back at me:

«I just overslept, why are you here screaming?»

I don't know what to answer: why am I here screaming and feeling so angry?

But the thing I know for sure is that I am really mad at him because he made me worried as hell.

«Why didn't you answer the phone?!»

He seems confused and takes his phone from his backpack. His eyes widen when he sees how much time I tried to contact him.