It Was ❛Love❜ All Along • 박찬열#1 ✔

CHAPTER NINE

"Wasn't one accident enough spotlight that you're desperate for another?!"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Instead of saying sorry, he is shit-talking to me.

"My accident wasn't for spotlight!" My voice was shaking with anger and hurt.

"It sure made the Hotel Hot Headlines for what? One day?"

I wanted to slap him, but gathered my resolve and started walking away. He stopped me again holding my arms.

"A simple Thank You is what well-behaved people say..."

I shoved off his hands in rage and spat at him.

"A simple Sorry is what a human being says!"

And I walked away from him. I was losing my mind when Amy and Sophie held me. We directly took a cab to our apartment. I was too bummed to say anything, so they didn't ask. We went back, had dinner and went to sleep in our own beds.

I had no idea why his words and actions hurt me so much. Its not like I was expecting anything from him, but this was just purely hurtful.

Next day at work, I was visited by Baekhyun again. He was obviously oblivious to what happened last night, so he kept on being all bright and cheery and went off to practice with Kyungsoo, Chen and Suho.

A surprise guest for me that day was Jongin. He came to my desk, leaned on the table and gave me one of his bright smiles.

"Annyeong~"

"Annyeong Sir. What may I help you with?"

"I need to talk to you, Y/N-ssi."

I wondered what he had to talk to me about. I followed him to the cafeteria. We took our coffees and went to a table.

"I know what happened with Chanyeol hyung last night."

I stopped sipping my coffee and looked at him, suddenly serious.

"I just want to tell you that hyung isn't at all like this. He is a very sensitive person. It's just that his time isn't in his favor. That's why he is being someone we don't know."

"He still doesn't have the right to blurt his frustrations at other people, Jongin."

"Don't be upset please. I care about hyung and I care about our Y/N chingu as well. Just ignore his bad mouth and let him put in effort. Because I know our hyung. These things bother him very much. He will keep wanting to mend things but will also keep continuously ruining them. So I am just requesting you to let him show his efforts to you."

His behavior last night wasn't any 'effort' at all, so I got suddenly furious and said "I'll see how that comes about", got up and marched away. Jongin might've surely been awestruck. But I still wasn't feeling sorry.

When my senses came back to me, I kept fidgeting with myself for behaving such rudely with another Bias-wrecker of mine. Amy advised me to go and say sorry to him. But that would've been more awkward.

Meanwhile, I was called for some duties over the east wing of the Hotel. The east wing was the girl-group section. While going around the corridors noting empty rooms, I bumped into my lesbian crush from Kpop, Park Sandara.

She smelled like fresh strawberries and she said "ow sorry sorry!" I gummy-smiled at her and she caught me at once.

"Fangirl, huh?"

I nodded. "And a lucky staff member!"

"Ah I see. You're very cute."

"Thank you, ma'am!" I smiled.

"Oh please~ Call me noona."

And she walked away smiling, with her hair bouncing on one side and the clean shave looking awesome on the other.

I was happy again that my female Idol told me to call her Noona. Looking back at the last few days, everything seemed like a dream. A most cherished dream that I never wanted to wake up from. During my teenage years, even the thought of getting to see them on stage from afar was blessing enough. And now, most of the hours of my day I get to take care of my Biases. And they were all actually sweeter than they appeared on screen. Well maybe not all of them. Yes, Chanyeol broke my heart. But if what Kai was saying is true, then maybe his efforts shouldn't be sent to waste.

Let him even try for once; at least for once.

I had reached the terrace of the Hotel while thinking about all these on the elevator. It was dusk and the view was mesmerizing. I inhaled the soft breeze blowing towards me and closed my eyes. Suddenly I heard a soft moan from behind an old tank that was just fashioned that way but actually served the purpose of a bench. As I went there very carefully,afraid someone might jump right at me, I was shocked to death to see someone lying there, on the ground. It was Chanyeol. Bottles were everywhere. The place reeked of alcohol. I knelt down and took his head on my lap and slapped him on his cheeks to see if he was awake, but he didn't make a sound. I tried shaking him up but he made no reactions to it. His condition seemed very serious as he was burning with temperature. I called the medical help right away and then informed his manager about his condition. I made him sit and wiped off all the sweat from his face and neck and gently started blowing air to his face. He seemed to have regained a very minuscule amount of strength which he utilized by gently turning his head towards me and mouthing 'mianhae' before going fully unconscious.