The Boy In Pink

Chapter 2: The Phone Call

I never expected much from Sungmin after he joined Super Junior. It had been 3 long years since Sungmin left me for Super Junior. He seemed to be everywhere in the media now, and on the tips of all my friend's tongues. They understood my pain and tactfully never talked about him around me, but I knew they still loved him. They didn't understand that someone who looked and acted so cute could have such a cold and selfish heart that he doesn't talk to his own best friend from the start of time. Whenever the subject of him came up in conversations, I walked away. Whenever he was talked about on TV shows, I changed the channel. And whenever he was on, I felt like smashing the screen. But hidden under all of my anger, I just wanted to see his beautiful face and tell him what I wanted to tell him since the start of High School. My true feelings for him. I added his phone number to my contacts and kept my old cell with me as well as my new flip phone, in case he did one day decide to ring me again.

Anyway, so I was in my sitting room on a lazy Sunday morning watching Weekend Pop, a show that came on for 4 hours every Saturday and Sunday that showed the latest American and Korean songs on the charts. Usually, Super Junior was on it. I didn't so much mind watching Boyfriend or Big Bang, but when they came on, I switched the TV straight off or changed the channel.

This paticular one was Don't Don, one that had been playing for months now and I was sick of. I saw them, the ones who stole him from me, and immediately changed the channel. I picked up a cushion off the couch and sobbed into it. Never had I let tears leave my eyes for him: I always tried to persuade myself tears weren't worth one who didn't keep a promise. But all those bottled up feelings let loose and I couldn't help but sob. My phone rang, so I blew my nose and wiped the tears from eyes. Clearing my throat, i answered the phone.

"Hello?"

My best friend, EunJung, tutted.

"You've been crying. What's wrong?"

I stifled a little laugh. She knew me so well. Probably more than Sungmin. I knew there was no point in lying to her.

"I guess I am just a bit upset. See, I just saw Korea's Biggest Jerk on my TV screen and I started crying" I said.

"Why are you crying for that jerk?" she asked, a bit too fiercely.

"Stop lying to me. You think Sungmin is awesome, coz you were friends with him in High School too" I said sniffily.

"Ok, Ok. But honestly, crying over him isn't going to help. Don't take it so personally. He hasn't contacted me or any of the others either. It's the busy life he has. What, did you expect him to have all the time in the world?"

"Sort of. I am his best friend from Primary School" I mumbled.

"Yes, but he doesn't have to be around you and call you all the time. He would have made new friends too. You're being too clingy, Lim. Let him go for a while, stop hating but just don't expect so much attention from him" said Eunjung.

I pondered what she said, and took a deep breath in.

"I'm not annoyed because he isn't talking to me. He broke so many promises to me-"

Three loud beeps interrupted our call.

"Is someone else calling you?"she asked.

"Yeah. I'd better answer it"

"Talk later then"

"Sure. Later"

"Bye"

I pressed the end call button and then the call button. An unknown number was calling my phone. I bit my lip. I didn't usually get calls from people other than my contacts. Still, my friend HaeJin was thinking of getting a new phone, so I guessed he had already gotten it. I took the chance and pressed the call button.