In Between the Lines | Completed

Chapter Eleven | Savages or Broken-Hearted?

Vivian Jones

"Why? Why did I have to run into him there?" I whine, staring at the blank TV screen in front of me. Meimei sits on the couch next to me and hands me a glass of white wine. She's been nursing her second bottle for half an hour, her face flushed as she grumbles under her breath. I'm four glasses deep and the world seems a little fuzzy, but the fuzziness is keeping my brain somewhat sane as I ponder the day's tragic events.

Of ALL the places he could have been, why was Lee Young-min THERE?!

"Why are men so stupid?" Meimei responds. She looks at me, her amber eyes rimmed with red and her freshly dyed hair sitting in loose, frizzy waves around her shoulders. "...wanna buy a dart board and put their photos on it? Boys Over Flowers Style? Or should we just keep drinking till we forget?"

"Do you think that would help?" I ask, looking at the lukewarm wine in my glass.

"It could? There's a chance? At least a vague possibility which is better than nothing I guess..." I sigh and set the glass on the table in front of me. "When does SJ go to that weekend training camp at the stadium?"

Ugh, don't bring up the stadium... out of all the places I could be talking about, that's the last place I want to discuss.

"The weekend."

"Let's plan for a Girls' Night then, but in the meantime, I think a vent session is needed to get this crap out," Meimei stands suddenly, the bottle of wine in her hand sloshing dangerously close to my pink velvet couch.

"It's a good thing you prefer white wine because if that spills on my couch, you're paying to have it cleaned," I take the bottle from her and set it next to my wine glass. "And for the record, only savages and broken-hearted women drink wine straight from the bottle."

"Call me Tarzan then cause I'm in a savage mood."

"Tarzan was a gentleman and a badass," I argue.

"And so was that soundtrack."

Meimei sighs and begins to jog in place, shaking her body like she was in the middle of a seizure.

"Your assistant is a royal pain in the ass."

I nod, "Noted."

"No, for real, he is!" Meimei throws her head back and shakes her body like a rag doll. "He's like this giant, Captain America super soldier, secret spy who is far too handsome for his own good and he seems like a nice enough guy, but then he just—he's such an eavesdropper!!!"

I nod again, "He's Captain South Korea then?"

"Yes. He's the Korean equivalent of Captain America, cute butt and all."

"I still don't understand why you were hanging out with him though..."

Meimei's red face grows a little darker as she looks over at me, "Because he's the Korean equivalent of Captain America."

I giggle. "You think my assistant is hot?"

"Don't you?"

"Maybe, but I wouldn't ever do anything about it."

"HA! Do! Do as in Du Shin-Il... God, he's such a jackass!"

"Why exactly is he a jackass?"

"Because he washed my hair!" she screeches.

I put my hands on my cheeks and cock my head, shushing her quickly, "Sj is asleep." I remind her.

"Sorry," a mumbled apology comes from her as she throws herself back on the couch. She sits up and tugs at the ends of her newly black, pink, and orange hair. She examines the ends with interest before throwing her hair over her shoulder. "He came over here because I owe him for bringing Sj's books here."