The Angel's Lover (Super Junior: Leeteuk)

Hate

~Jinmee's P.O.V~

I sat on the sofa with Donghae by my side, switching from cartoon to cartoon on the TV.

Because of their recent comeback, Bonamana, the boys have been extremely busy with promotions, concerts, and tours, which meant less things to do and more time to waste. Little Sea and I have done absolutely nothing since they'd all left, our day consisting of lounging around while eating snacks when I didn't have to go into work (my days had been cut from everyday to every other day). The only physical activity in our schedule was whatever we got while walking the dogs or whenever I decided to take Donghae to the park near the dorm's building.  

"Look, eomma. It's you and Uncle Wookie,"

I turned my head to see him pointing a chubby finger at the TV screen filled with a blown up picture of me and my brother. 

The news about me being Ryeowook's little sister spread like wildfire in both a good and bad way, the bad part about it being that most believed that we weren't related at all, going off of nothing but our appearances in relation to each other's and the fact that Ryeowook never mentioned having a sibling during his idol career and the only good being the apologies I got from the "fans"that loved to torture me with words every time they came to the cafe. 

"It is, isn't it? I don't think that's a very good picture of me though," 

"Why not? I think it's pretty," 

"I have an angel for a son if he think I look pretty even when my hair's a mess and my make-up is awful. But enough of that. You're going to miss Pororo if you stare at it any longer, and I'm sure you don't want to miss it," 

"Hurry and change it then, eomma. I don't want to miss Pororo!" 

I slowly switched the channel, as if to tease him, before settling down once more, playing a few games on my phone as the talking penguin and his friends planned yet another adventure. The peace, though, was short lived, the shrill sound that was my phone's ringtone breaking the semi-silence that had settled. 

Without bothering to check the caller ID, I closed out of my intense round of Piano Tiles and put the cellular device to my only available ear. 

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Hello? Jinmee?" the voice on the other side said.

I froze at the voice. I didn't plan on talking to him at all outside of the visits Donghae and me take to "see" him, so that fact that I was currently engaged in a conversation with him, one that I didn't want to be apart of, was a bit unsettling. 

"Ruki? What do you want?"

"You know, it's rude to greet people that way," 

"You're one to talk about being rude," 

"Look, I'm not calling to argue with you. Just put my son on the phone," 

"Of course, your majesty. Whatever you'd like," 

Donghae had already turned his attention away from the penguin on the screen, opting to figure out who had called instead. 

"Who is it? Is it Uncle Wookie or one of the hyungs?" he asked excitedly. 

"Why don't you talk to them and find out?" 

He put the phone to his ear without hesitation, his facial expression not changing at all throughout the entire time Ruki talked to him. He hadn't even replied to anything the man had said until something was said that made him squeal. 

"Really? When will you come? Will you be here soon?" 

There was a pause as Ruki mumbled a response before the phone was thrust into my face.