Promise; Lee Su-hyeok

017. Just Look at Me

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[To those who already read the separate chapters, 017. 'Lovers Quarrel' and 018. 'Just Look at Me' were mixed together into one chapter. Now it's 017. 'Just Look at Me.' Enjoy!]

"Hey."

Gyeong-su sighs, ignoring her completely.

"I'm talking to you." He still doesn't respond, his back is facing us so I'm guessing he's staring at the wall in front of him. Her voice raises slightly, not a lot, but a noticable amount, "You're ignoring me?"

He scoffs and finally turns around to face her. "What do you want?"

"Oh, yo. They're talking," Dae-su squeals. "Thats good. Right?" Oh, my god. He sounds like a gossip girl.

"Why don't you answer me?" There she goes again. She always has to be the victim, doesn't she?

Gyeong-su turns his head away from her, "Apologize and get out."
Na-yeon stays in her place. "How's your cut doing?"

Gyeong-su's quick to respond this time. "Why do you care?"

"What the hell?" I move next to Dae-su. "She's not apologizing," I mutter under my breath. What does his cut have to do with her apologizing to him?

Su-hyeok shoves my shoulder, "N/n, what was that?" I shake my head, "Huh? Nothing."

Na-yeon steps closer to Gyeong-su. It's hard to miss the little pep in her step, as if she's proud or confident of something. She grabs his hand, "Show me."

My stomach does another turn, painful this time. I bite my lip and clutch one arm around my middle. I don't remember eating anything bad this morning. Maybe it's because I had too much? Or maybe too little?

Both Dae-su and Su-hyeok laugh. "Oh shit. She's touching him," Dae-su forces out through a stiffled laugh. I look back, straight at them.

That's something I never want to imagine him doing. Oh gosh no.

As Nam-ra stands up and walks to us, Ji-min says, "Well, that's pretty bold of her."

"A little too bold. Don't ya think?" I tippytoe so I can see better. Na-yeon pulls something out of her pocket and her back is now facing us.

She pats a... cloth? Yeah, a cloth I guess. She pats a cloth on his hand, the one where he got injured for pushing the zombie out the window. "I suspected you because the situation called for it."

Oh? There's no ways she's actually apologizing. And she sounds surprisingly calm at that.

"And I was mad earlier." She pauses for a second. "I'm still mad at you," she continues.

"I guess..." Gyeong-su trails off.

Meanwhile, Bare-su and Frosty the Snowman are still over here snickering like highschool girls. "She's Gyeong-su's type?"

Su-hyeok laughs, shaking his head. "I have no idea," he smiles. Damn. That smile.

"You know I've always looked down on you," she suddenly brings up. Might aswell take back the apology.

Gyeong-su looks up at her. He shuts his eyes then shakes his head dismissively. "It's fine. It's all in the past." He sounds urgent to get it over with. "Let's just go."

Na-yeon's face shifts emotion. "I'm not apologizing. You deserve to be looked down on," she says, slowly. "Our complex banned you welfies, but you forced your way in."

I sigh, "Okay, that's it." I try to open the door but it doesn't budge. "Shit. I forgot, it's locked." Through the door's window all I can see is Gyeong-su looking up at Na-yeon, his wide eyes filled with tears.  I always hate seeing that, I'm gonna die.