Promise; Lee Su-hyeok

031. Sighy Sigh

1556 words (sorry it's been a while)

"Wh- how are you still alive?"

"You thought I was dead?" She stares at her skirt.

"I mean, yeah, kinda." I shrug, my eyes already scanning the food on the stands and shelves. "Or maybe that's just what they all choose to believe."

She looks at me, tears already forming in her eyes. "Y-"

"And, honestly, I don't really care either way." I shrug off my jacket and begin piling some food on it. "But why am I kinda glad you didn't?" I scoff to myself.

Her ears perk up, "What was that?"

"I said, but you turned my brother, so I don't know."

"Y/n, pl-"

She gets cut off by loud banging on the door. "Y/n, if you don't answer me, we're kicking down the door."

Shit, I forgot they existed for a second there.

"Cheong-san, I'm fine," I respond with slight hesitance. "I just, I fucked up my leg a little bit. More."

He let's out a low hum of acknowledgement. "Ummm. Are you able to open door for us? Or move at all?"

I partially, but loudly, turn the knob. "No. It's stuck. The knob- it's stuck."

"Do you- do you want us to break it down?" Cheong-san asks me.

My eyes widen, Na-yeon's expresssion mirroring my own. "You couldn't earlier. You won't be able to now either."

"Hey," Dae-su whines. "I'm strong."

"No. You're just fat." Woo-jin scoffs, the sound of a slap following close after.

"Stop," I smack the door. "I can feel him pouting through the door, leave him alone."

Woo-jin just scoofs again. "Make me."

I roll my eyes. "If you don't want me to get y'all any food, just say that."

"NononononosorryI'msorrypleasedon'tstarveustodeath."

"I don't know what you just rapped about, but I agree, I guess." I re-tie my hair for the nth time, sighing. "Now, shut up so I can get you all things. Thanks."

I continue putting food on the jacket, and Na-yeon exhales in relief. She mouths a nearly silent 'thank you.'

I nod, muttering quietly, "Yeah. Sure."

"I'll be out in a bit," I let everyone outside know.

Aww, there's no iced vanilla lattes. Or the fried chicken Cheong-san said his mom sent.

"Looking for this?" Na-yeon holds up a not too big box from Cheong-san's Fried Chicken restaurant.

I smile at her. "Oh, yeah. Thank you." I take the box away from her with both hands.

My smile leaves as soon as it comes, though. I'll have to leave eventually to hand them the food, buy Na-yeon's going to be put in danger.

"Na-yeon," I start. She raises an eyebrow, "Hm? Are you going to tell me about how you're going to kill me and make suffer?"

"What?" I stare slightly dumbfounded. "I was going to ask you to help me hide you so I can leave. That's not a bad idea, though." I hum.

She furrows her eyebrows, "What, you're not mad?"