The Boy In Pink

Chapter 4: A Chinese Jerk

We landed in an airport not far from the town of Samcheog. There, we met the rest of Super Junior.

We only met 4 of them, because the other 7 had already left in another van. We were sharing one with 4 of Sungmin's hyungs.

Once we exited security, we were greeted by 4 guys.

"Hey, hyung!" said a boy who looked fifteen. "I bet you're excited to taste my cooking again after a day without it!"

Another boy who was pretty freakin tall and had short black hair shook his head.

"He just got off the plane, dongseng, leave him be." He peered around. "Have you seen my backpack? It has my bible and flashlight in it"

"I've got it" said a deep, quiet voice. I turned to greet the face of a boy who wasn't behind me just a second ago. He had spiky dark brown bangs and a pokerface. He was holding up a black gym bag with a white nike tick on it.

The last boy stood back quietly, interpreting the situation. He saw Sungmin and nodded at him, but then saw me and EunJung and left towards the van without a second glance.

EunJung was still yawning, half asleep. It was twelve midnight, and she looked like she was going to fall on her face.

Sungmin watched as the silent guy opened the boot of a black van, opened the drivers door and got in. He sighed.

"That's Hankyung. He's Chinese. He is a bit...uncomfortable around Korean girls" He saw my slightly frightened face. "Don't worry, he won't hurt you. But don't expect him to talk to you...or like you much"

"Hey, hyung, who are the pretty girls?" asked the little 15 year old look a like. He slung his arm around Sungmin's shoulder.

"Girls, this is Kim Ryeowook" Just before I could speak, he added, "And no, he is not 16. He's turning 21 this summer"

"Who are the other two?" I asked. "The creepy one and the skyscraper sized one?"

He laughed. "The tall one is Choi Siwon; very religious, that dongseng. The creepy one is Kim Jong-Woon, but everyone calls him Yesung. Lock your bedroom door at night, or he'll come in and touch your lips while you're asleep!"

I looked at EunJung, expecting her to perk up at the mention of Yesung, but she was practically sleepwalking. She nodded blankly, stumbling with the weight of her bag. Before I could go help her, Yesung went to her silent rescue, prising her motionless hands from her bag and taking them to the van. She didn't care one little bit. I grabbed a pillow and helped her into the van where Chinese silence Hankyung sighed. He was sitting in the drivers seat and watched me through the rear view mirror as I made EunJung's seat comfortable for her. I pushed her, firmly, but gently into the seat and she fell asleep straight away. I buckled her seatbelt and sat back, desperately wanting to leave the car because I was stuck in there alone with Hankyung, who scared me a smidge. He narrowed his eyes as I looked at the back of him.

"So...Hankyung-"

"Han Geng. Only my hyungs call me Hankyung" he growled in broken Korean.

Now you see, if someone talks to me like that, I usually go silent and give them space. But I just couldn't believe how rude he was being to me when we only just met, so I snapped.

"What's your problem?" I asked angrily.

He sighed and got out of the car. I followed.

"Why do you hate me? What's wrong with you?!" I exclaimed.

He laughed coldly. "Nothing a petty Korean girl like you would understand" he muttered, his back to me.

That was enough. My fury level had just risen above boiling point. I grabbed his arm roughly, turned him to face me and slapped him hard in the face. He was taken aback for a second, but then his eyes filled with anger. He grabbed the collar of my dress and pulled my face so close to his we were nose to nose.