Rooming with Super Junior

Chapter 10 - Trip to England

After getting a ticket for Ryeowook and packing a few clothes of mine and Ryeowook's into a suitcase, we set off in a car for the airport. “I'm sure she'll be fine.” Ryeowook says, trying to calm me. Tears are falling from my eyes.

“I hope so.” I say. Ryeowook places one hand on mine and holds it for a short while before returning it back to the wheel. We get into the airport and onto the plane.

On the plane, he holds me close. Now that we're not around the boys, we can be close. While the plane is in flight, I shut my eyes and try to sleep. “Are you asleep?” Ryeowook whispers. I shake my head.

I sit up and open my eyes, look into Ryeowook's. He smiles softly before moving close to me just like in the park.

I close my eyes and enjoy the kiss. This one just short, but soft and passionate.

After a few minutes, I drift off into a sleep. I don't know how. My brain is stressed out.

“Sam. We're here.” Ryeowook's voice is saying to me as he lightly shakes my shoulder. Slowly, my eyes open as I let out a yawn. “What time is it? English time.” I ask, wondering what time it is.

“12:00.” Ryeowook replies.

We leave for my aunt's house. On arrival, I see the officers in the house. She spots us coming and leaves the house. “Finally, you're here.” She says in English.

“Sorry. So what happened to her?” I ask in English. Ryeowook looks between us confused. “Looks like she had a heart attack.” The officer replied simply.

“Who found her? Is she...dead?” Are my next two questions. I really don't want to hear the answer to the second question, but I need to know. “Um...your mother. And I'm afraid she is.” The officer says, delivering the catastrophic news.

“Sweetie!” My Mum's voice calls out. Fright and panic starts to crawl through my veins as I turn around and see she's running towards me, arms stretched out to envelope me in a hug.

She crashes into me and squishes me in a tight hug. Not wanting to make a fuss, I wrap my arms around her too. “I've missed you so much.” She says. I can tell she's lying, it's her tone of voice. After a while, she pulls away.

“Who's this?” My Mum asks, pointing at Ryeowook, a disapproving look on her face. “He's my friend.” I say in Korean, letting him know I don't want her knowing. “What?” She asks, not understanding the Korean I just said.

“He's just a friend I met.” I tell her.

“He doesn't look English.” My Mum replies, glaring at Ryeowook. All Ryeowook does I just stand there smiling as he doesn't understand any English. “He's not. He's Korean.” I say to her.

“You can't speak Korean.” My Mum says. I sigh. She never took a interest in my life, so she wouldn't know. “Yes, I can.” I reply. “Go on then.” My Mum says, actually trying to take in interest in my life. I can see past it, it's just an act in front of a crowd.

“Anneyong.” I say to her, Ryeowook is the one to reply first. “What?” He asks me, stepping close.

“Nothing. I'm talking to my Mum.” I tell him before turning to my Mum. “What does that mean?” She asks, smiling. “Just means hello.” I reply.

“Excuse me, about the funeral arrangements.” The police officer says, stepping in between us. “Ah yes. Shall we go inside. I'll get some coffee on and I'll get some biscuits from the cupboards.” My Mum says, leading us all through into the sitting room of my aunt's house.