I'm sorry i love you | k.jd

xiv

"Kim! Jong! Dae!" I yell, into Jongdae's ear. "Wake up!" I scream, loud enough to wake the dead. And probably only the dead since the alive can't hear me.

"You're going to be late!" Jongdae still refuses to wake up, as he is deaf to my persistent yells.

Suddenly Jongdae's phone rings, and he is forced to wake up. "Who is it?" I question, knowing that the ringtone that just rang isn't an alarm. I look over his shoulder to see who it is.

It's an unknown number, which Jongdae immediately deletes. He gets up to get dressed, and I exit his room. However I notice that his face looks a little sour, as if he sucked on a lemon, and wonder why. I shrug—maybe he just wanted more sleep.

...

Knock knock knock.

Jongdae looks up from writing an email, and breaks into a wide smile when he sees Minseok knocking at the side of the door. "You can come in." He says, grinning.

Minseok walks into the room.

"What's up?" Jongdae asks.

Minseok hands Jongdae an envelope. "This was at the door for you." He informs Jongdae.

Gingerly, Jongdae takes the envelope, and turns it over. In messy writing, his name is scrawled out on the white envelope.

Interest sparked, I lean closer to Jongdae. "Who's it from?" I inquire, feeling excited at the suspense.

Minseok voices my question aloud. "Couldn't they just send an email?" He complains, and Jongdae chuckles.

"Letters are more personal and show that you invested more time and effort into it." He explains. Then Jongdae opens the envelope, and quickly scans the letter.

Before I can even read the first word, Jongdae tears the paper into half. Then he walks over to a machine—a shredder—I'm guessing, and inserts both halves into the top.

Minseok looks shocked, and I am too. It isn't like Jongdae at all to act like this, he'd never do anything so insensitive like that. "Jongdae, what was in there?" Minseok questions, concern and worry creasing his forehead.

Jongdae smiles, but it seems forced. "Nothing important. Just junk mail." He responds.

Minseok looks skeptical, but as usual, he decides to let it go. "Okay," he says.

Then Jongdae's phone rings. Jongdae checks the screen, and presses 'ignore.' His phone rings again. Jongdae presses ignore again. Then it rings a third time and he turns his phone off.

"Who was that?" Minseok questions, curiously.

Jongdae shakes his head. "No one." He answers, and Minseok shrugs, then leaves the room.

I look at Jongdae who's returned to his laptop. He reaches for a pen from his mug which is filled with pens, and ends up spilling his coffee all over the left side of his desk, which has a bunch of stacks of papers on it.

Jongdae hurriedly runs over to the papers, and removes them from his desk, then leaves them on the ground. He rushes to get napkins from a drawer in his desk, and in the process he knocks over his mug full of pens, making it fall to the ground, shattering the mug into a million pieces.