Hidden: Strings of Fate

CHAPTER 46

"I wanted to tell you something, and I don't think in there was the best place to say it."

"Why? Did it offend you that I kicked him? Were you scared he's going to be listening to what we talk about?" I asked, placing a foot on the wall behind me. I leant against the wall like a thug. I folded my hands across my chest. He shrugged and smirked.

"No! It's just he... he was looking at you... a lot."

He placed his hands on the wall behind me, pulling himself in closer and did a light chuckle. He focused his gaze on my face.

"Besides, why would it offend me? It's not my body. However, if it was my body, I would probably be planning a way to get my own back on you using physical means." He leant in closer so that his lips were adjacent to mine.

"And how would you do that exactly? You're like the softest ever marshmallow in VIXX."

"Marshmallow?" He moved back in surprise."Your choice of words is very interesting."

"You are!" I squished his cheeks. "You're so cute and squidgy oppa!!"

He laughed. "So are you, my cute little dongseng manager." He tapped my head.

"Hold on, little? I'm not little. Oppa, I'm 5"7. I'm like 5 inches shorter than you."

"You're still short."

"Would you rather I tower over you?" I attempted to grab my phone. Exasperated I asked, "You really what to go there oppa?"

"De." He grabbed my phone out of my hand and held it above his head. "Told you, you're short."

"Aish!" I said in frustration. I reached out trying to grab my phone. "Just what exactly did all of you eat when you were younger?"

"Oh nothing special. Just meat, kimchi and milk." I scoffed. There was no way I could get my phone back from him unless...

"Oh!" I looked behind him as if I was focusing on the person behind him. "Hakyeon oppa, what are you doing here?" I called out. He turned back to look towards the entrance of the alley. Using his moment of distraction to my advantage, I jumped and quickly snatched my phone out of his hand and snuck it into my pocket.

He chuckled. "Clever tactic."

"I thank you." I did a curtsey. We giggled.

After a short moment of silence, Wonshik talked again. "What I meant to say was that was I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay friends with him. I actually think it was good that you kicked him. But in future, I just would prefer you not to have any physical contact with him or any other men."

"Physical contact? Other men?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You know, hugging, light punching... kissing... things that you usually do with someone you like?"

"Kissing..?" I almost cloaked on my saliva. "Oh, wow. Are you kidding me? You've really thought of everything haven't you? Is oppa getting jealous?" I said, sarcastically.

He cleared his throat. "What?!" He waved his hands frantically. "No, I'm not jealous."

"Why are you going red, oppa? It was a joke."

"Why is it so hot here?" He asked, rhetorically, fanning himself with his hands.

"Nice try oppa, but we're outside and it's cold." My eyes widened as something came to mind. I placed a hand on his arm. "Ommo... are you...jealous?!" I looked at expression. It clearly betrayed him. "You're... jealous!  Of Jun Gi? Why?!"

"I'm not... jealous." He screamed in his defence.

I began to fan him with my hands. "I get it, don't worry." I winked at him.

"I'm not! I told you it's not that! It's not jealousy! I'm not jealous of him!"

"A-arasso oppa." I acknowledged to calm him down.

I laughed quietly at him reaction. We smiled at each other as we basked in the comfortable silence. I suddenly remember what he had said before. "Kissing oppa? Seriously oppa, kissing!" I punched his arm. "Why would I kiss him? We don't have that type of relationship." He rubbed his arm.

"So what kind of relationship do you have with him then?" We heard Taekwoon say. Just how long had he been standing there? And how much had he heard? He began to walk towards us. Wonshik took a step back creating distance between us. "I mean, he did fly all the way from England to here after all." Oh great... just great.

I leant off the wall and stood up straight. "There's no relationship between us. I just used to know him from when we were younger." It wasn't a lie, technically. We did grow up together; me, Min, Jun Gi and his brother. We were born on the same day coincidentally. I scowled at Taekwoon.

Holding Wonshik's hand, I led him towards the entrance of the alley. I was not going to start explaining myself to Taekwoon. Especially after what happened between us. I walked quite a bit away from him when I felt something grab my other wrist. I halted. I looked back to find Taekwoon holding it.

"Ravi-ah, you go back to the restaurant. I need to have a quiet talk with Honey."

Wonshik looked at me. Then at him. Then back at me again. He took a few minutes to respond. "Arasso, hyung." He let go of my hand and began to walk off in the direction of the restaurant. When Wonshik was out of sight, Taekwoon held my arms locking me in front of him. My eyes widened at his sudden contact.

"Why did you follow him here? What did he want?" He inquired. I stiffened. I tried to shove him away but he held a firm grasp on me.

"We needed to speak in private. This was the best place to do that."

"You thought coming to a dark alley alone was the best place to speak about a private matter?" He gripped my arms tighter.

"Well, I wasn't exactly alone was I? Wonshik oppa was here."

"Don't call him that."

"What? Wonshik? Or... oppa?"

He pushed me against the wall behind me. We were both breathing heavily due to the building anger.

"I said, don't call him that!"

"Wae?! Why can't I call him that?!" I demanded. His hands gripped tighter around my arms.

"Mi chyeo sseo?! Let me go!" I twisted, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Just so you know, I regret nothing from that night, Honey."