Sour Sweet: Rain In The Sunshine (KTH)

11. Secret

"Mwo? "

A high yelling voice snaps into my ears, following by my jumping shoulders. I turn my hands into fists, preventing my body to shake.

"Are you crazy? Really-- her?!" Again, Namjoon hyung yells, pointing at my phone that's lying on the desk with a girl's face smiling at me.

Keeping my head low, I keep quiet. Maybe he'll calm down.

Hyung groans, a hidden anger in his voice. His face probably red in keeping the anger inside, then his right arm lifts up in a quick motion, before it lands on the desk with a thump.

Successfully giving me a jump again.

"Jungkook-ah, let's say she's not working with us, in that building, okay..." He lowers down his head to see my unlifted face, his voice is quiet.

Then suddenly rises into a higher octave, "But still, she's a Muslim!"

"And what's wrong with that?" A wrong decision has made, I shouldn't talk back at him.

Regrets filling me, my jaw working together to find a good word while I braven myself to see his eyes.

He stares at me for a while, then scoffs while looking away to other directions. He must be really angry.

"Why are you--"

"You can't just fall for her like that! She's not just some girl. You can't hurt her!"

"But we shouldn't hurt any girls, hyung! " I soften my voice, unsure of what he had said.

"She's different," Namjoon hyung begins after a long voice, "trust me, it'll be hard. You need to forget your feeling--"

"What? No!"

"Listen!" he raises his voice, locking my mouth, "I'm older than you, I know better! I've live longer--"

Nonsense.

"--I've been through what you're in."

This time, I set my eyes into him deeply. Waiting for him to continue while he tries to find the word.

He looks hesitate. Turning his head down and scans for something before plopping down on the carpeted tiles.

"She's a Muslim, too. It's not hard to catch her heart..."

He looks up, searching my darken eyes.

"But it's really hard to catch what she's believing."

- - - -

Taehyung looks at me in his unreadable face, leaning on the sofas with his arms spreading out on each of the armrests. Across me.

The living room silenced down as soon as I told him what Namjoon hyung has told me this morning.

"Why are you so careless?"

Is the only question he gives after staring at me who stares back at him, unsurely.

"I didn't know he was behind me. . ." I trail, breaking the eye contacts and run my hand through my hair. A habit I picked from Jimin hyung.

Taehyung hisses, "If Namjoon hyung tell this to our manager, he no doubt would tell PD-nim. And guess what? Nana will get fired--"

"She'll get fired?!" I gasp as my pupils grow smaller.

I didn't know that. Why is there a rule like that? That's so unfair.

"Are you dumb?"

My head hang low, eyes looking at the sofa's fabric while thinking deep.