Taken in

Out with Block B

Arriving back at the house, I pulled a straight face and walked in casually.

“Annyeong, oppa,” I said as I walked into the house, finding only Jaehyo in the living room.

“Annyeong to you, Jessika,” he said with an impressed look on his face. “Has our Yukwon been teaching you Korean?”

“Only the essentials. Just so I can at least have a conversation with one of you boys without really embarrassing myself!”

“Oh, I don’t think we’ve got that far yet,” U-Kwon whispered in my ear as he walked past with a can of Coca Cola. I scoffed as he laughed and walked away.

“Oh, Jessika, before I forget,” Jaehyo said before strolling out of the room, “Block B as a unit is going out tonight to show the media we haven’t sunk back into our shells. Will you be coming along?”

“That’s down to you,” I said with a smirk.

“Then we would be glad to have you with us. I assume you can wear a dress you bought today?”

“I’m sure I’ll find something.”

* * *

That night, I went out with Block B. It was strange, because they treated me like a little sister. Kyung was by my side, not leaving, Zico walked ahead of the group, even though we were only going to a restaurant. The idea behind their plan was to attract some attention, get a few people to take pictures and post them on the interweb, and then hope that the media takes the bait.

“Yeodeolb pyo hasigi balabnida,” Zico said to the man at the entrance. He looked us all over, then smiled warmly, and led us through to a reserved section. There was nobody else in the area, but plenty of tables.

“This is our regular table,” Kyung told me.

We all sat down, me between U-Kwon and B-Bomb.

“What would you like to eat, Jessika?” U-Kwon asked me

“Whatever you’re having,” I replied warily. For all I knew, he was a weird eater.

“I’m going to order my usual, yangnyeom tongdak. It’s a fried chicken.”

“Okay, then that please.”

* * *

I won’t bore you with the specifics, but the meal was absolutely fantastic. It was like KFC, but ten times better. And even more than that on top. I already loved Korean food more than English stuff. Compared to the Korean chicken, KFC could have been picked out of a trash can.

When we got back to the house, Zico swore something in Korean.

“I forgot to put the heating on in here.”

“Ya, it’s freezing in here!” P.O said while wrapping his arms around himself.

“Even if we put the heat on now, it won’t be warm enough for us all to go to sleep.”

“Speak for yourself,” Taeil said sleepily, yawning. “I’m worn out.” He walked into another room, then I heard curtains draw. So that was one down.

“Okay, let’s get to the reality of it. Just bundle up in your blankets, and I’ll put the heat on now. By morning, it will be warm in here again.”

* * *

It didn’t get warm quick enough. By the time it reached midnight, I was still freezing. I was laid on the sofa, shivering in kitty’s hoodie. Yes, I call him that now. I just got comfy before I needed a drink, and had to think about where I had seen the boys retrieve theirs from earlier on.