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After I said goodbye and ended my call with Ji-Eun, I shoved my phone into the side pocket of my backpack, something I always did out of stubbornness even though everyone had warned me multiple times that it would get stolen.
My mind went to the guy I had seen five minutes ago. Judging from his blonde hair and the way he carried himself, I almost positive he was not a Korean but by the time our eyes met, I knew for sure that he was indeed a Korean.
If it had been seven years ago, I would have ducked my head and ran away while saying, "I'm so sorry", multiple times. I was proud of how I had handled it just now, smiling instead of doing all those awkward and embarrassing moves. I was proud that I had not been the first to break the eye contact.
"Are you alright?" asked my brother, still standing at the place where I had left him earlier but minus Hye-Ji. She was nowhere to be seen.
"Yeah." My eyes scanned the surrounding but as far as my eyes could see, there were no Hye-Ji. "Err, where is Hye-Ji?"
"She went to the toilet, looking for you. You've been gone for half an hour." Jong-kook put one hand on my shoulder, his eyes a mixture of worry and curiosity. "Are you sure you are okay, sis? You have been acting quite strange today."
"Yeah, it's nothing. I'm fine."
One corner of his lips turned upward, forming a sad smile. "That is exactly what you always say when you're not." He dropped his hand and shoved it into the pocket of his black leather jacket. "Is this boyfriend trouble? Did a guy do something to you that you don't like? Do I—"
"—need to punch someone in the throat?" I finished his sentence, and he nodded. "No. I don't even have a boyfriend." I laughed to mask the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. If only you knew what had happened, brother. If only I had known that I could rely on you and run to you for help. I swallowed the lump in my throat, biting my cheek to prevent the tears from falling, and gave him a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry, Oppa."
"Alright." Jong-Kook patted my head lightly and we fell into a comfortable silence for one full minute before he spoke again. "I know it's too early, and you have only met her for less than an hour but," my brother ducked his head and I could swear I saw his cheeks turn pink. "What do you think of Hye-Ji?"
Early? I had known her longer than you would think. Being one of her victims for four years, I knew exactly who she was. Maybe Ji-Eun was right. I should just tell him. Straight and honest. The sooner he knew about what had happened ten years ago and how horrible his fiancé was, the better.
"Where is Hye-Ji? Maybe I should call her." My brother put my luggage that he had been carrying and reached for his cellphone. I lunged forward, my hand caught his wrist before he could shove his hand into his pocket.
He looked at me with one rising brow in amusement. "What's wrong, Yoon-A?"
"Jong-Kook, Hye-Ji is not what you think she is," I started.
My brother blinked, looking rather confused, and a small frown appeared on his forehead. "What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. No matter how embarrassing it was, he was my brother. Moreover, it was best to tell him. "I know this is hard to believe but—"
"There you are!" One hand snaked its way around my shoulders and squeezed me tight.
Speak of the devil.
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