The Boy In Pink

Chapter 5: It's Kangin Now

I disappeared out to the door, up the stairs to the room furtherest from the stairs. I could still hear loud exclamations from downstairs.

"Kangin! What the hell...?"

"Why did she hit you, hyung?"

"Are you ok?"

"What the hell was her problem?"

"We'll tell you after. I'm going to go find her"

The last one was obviously Sungmin. I shut the door as quietly as I could and looked around. This room was painted teal and there was a set of two identical bunk beds, with white sheets, pillowcases and duvets. There were drawers, a desk with a Macbook on it, and a door leading out to a deck outside. I tiptoed out onto the deck and looked out at the full moon. It shone down on me, lighting up the deck.

I could see the beach from where I was standing: the waves were calm, washing up softly onto the sand. Warm air blew from the sea and I leant on the bar of the deck. There were two other balconies on either side of me, about a meter away from me each. We were risen over the pool; it was a big, square turquoise expanse of water. I breathed in the sea air and thought about how Sungmin might have reacted when he found out Young-Woon was one of his bandmates. Did he hit him like I did? Did he back away in fear? Did he make friends? Did he-?

"Do you like to hit guys often?" said a voice. I turned around, but there was noone there. I shivered.

"Over here"

I looked to my right, and sitting on the bar of the other balcony was Sungmin.

I gasped. "You're gonna fall!"

"Not if I do this" he said. He jumped on top of the bar. I gasped again.

"Sungmin, you're gonna hurt yourself!" I protested. "Go around!"

"The pool is there to break my fall" he said, shrugging. He swung his arms foward and jumped. I covered my eyes, but his hands gripped the bar of my balcony. He pulled himself up and over the edge. He jumped over the bar of the balcony and spun around.

"Pink Prince, at your service" he said, bowing. I giggled in spite of my anger and sadness.

"You see" he started, standing next to me. "A Pink Prince's job is to make girls like you happy, because they can't stand seeing someone so wonderful crying"

I sniffed and wiped my cheeks (again)

"About Kangin..." he said.

I scoffed. "He can change his name as much as he wants, but to me he's gonna stay that prick that bullied you and me at Primary School."

"Lim, he's changed-"

"Oh really? To me, he still looks like a bastard"

"You're not giving him a chance" he said. "All of that was in the past-"

"Oh really now? So, Sungmin, what did you do when you found out he was a bandmate?"

He flushed red. "That's not the point-"

"Sungmin, just answer the question. WHAT DID YOU DO?" I said, starting to yell.

He looked down and started to play with his hands.

"I...I uh...I punched him and for the first month I just ignored him"

I laughed coldly. "Even you didn't give him a chance. Why are you telling me that I should?"

"Lim, I know it's gonna take time-"

"Ha, if time means a million years, sure-"

He put his head in his hands. He looked up in frustration.