I Love You, My Friend - Song Mingi

#31

I was going crazy. Literally. I kept biting my nails, and pulling my hair. it was just as bad as when I was in the hospital waiting for my brother to die. I was losing the most important person in my life, just like back then. At least I was pretty sure of it. I mean, how could he stay with me after reading all that stuff in my notebook.
How could I have been so stupid?
Why did I have to keep the notebooks? It was reckless... and so, so stupid. but then again I was probably the stupidest person in the world.
I knew Mingi had them. Because I had known exactly where they was, and now they weren't there. I had tried to call him a few times. But he didn't answer. had he already read what was in my notebooks? I was starting to feel sick.
Seonghwa!
I should call seonghwa.
I quickly dialed his number, and waited. It took a while before he answered.
- Something is going on.
He said, as he answered.
- Mingi has them.
I said.
- has what?
He asked.
- my notebooks.
I said.
- oh my god. You didn't throw them away?
He asked.
- no... I didn't.
I answered.
- god you're stupid.
He said.
- I know.
I said.
- they're all talking in the living room.
He said.
- where are you?
I asked him.
- I'm my room.
He said.
- I was actually just about to call you.
He continued.
- can you do something?
I asked him.
- I'll try.
He said, and hung up.
Would seonghwa really be able to fix this?

• Mingi's POV•

I just wanted to read her poems. But I guess there never was any poems.
What I found instead, made me so confused. I didn't know what it was. But I had to find out. That's why I just left her there, and went back to my dorm. I immediately showed the notebooks to Hongjoong when I arrived at my dorm. He took them, and went to his room. An hour later, he came back, and told everyone to come to the living room. He didn't have the notebooks with him, so he probably left them behind in his room. Was he going to keep them? I just wanted to get them back.. and maybe destroy them. I was of course upset with Sungyeon, but I still loved her. I wouldn't stop loving her over something like this.
- what's going on?
Yunho asked him.
- go get seonghwa.
He just told Yunho.

- what are you doing? 
I asked Hongjoong.
I had no idea what was going on. At first I had thought that the notebooks was her diary, but then I read that it was all some sort of plan to get closer to us. Was she a stalker.. or maybe a fan page admin?
- just sit down.
Hongjoong said, and sighed.
I sat down with the others, as Yunho came back.
- seonghwa said something about it being his free time and that he can't be bothered.
Yunho said.
- Fine.
Hongjoong said.
Everyone else was in the living room now, looking confused.
- it this about us pushing you on the floor at dance practice?
Wooyoung asked Hongjoong.
- No. but seriously, stop doing that.
Hongjoong answered.
- so what is it?
San asked.
- I've decided that we have to stop talking to Sungyeon, and stop seeing her.
He answered.
- what??!
I yelled.
- but why?
San asked.
- I can't tell you right now.
Hongjoong said, and sighed.
- this is not fair.
I said.
- what she's been doing isn't fair either.
Hongjoong said.
- you can't be sure what she's been doing!
I said.
- just stop, Mingi.
He said, and went to his room.
- I'm so confused now.
Yeosang said.

I went to Hongjoong's room, and nocked on the door, and entered.
- what exactly do you think is going on?
I asked him.
- it's pretty clear that she approached us on purpose.
He said.
- so what?
I asked.
- think about it. What if she's been collecting information about us to sell it to fan pages or rival companies?
He said.
- she wouldn't do that... would she?
I asked.
- I don't know. I'll have to discuss this with our manager.
He said.
- you can't.
I said.
- I'm sorry, but I have to.
He said.

I didn't want to hear anymore, so I went to my room. Jongho was sleeping, and I was just about to call Sungyeon, when Seonghwa entered the room.
- what's going on?
He asked me.
- I found something weird in Sungyeon's room.
I told Seonghwa.
- like what?
He asked me.
- notebooks with information about all of us. Hongjoong thinks she's an undercover reporter or something.
I answered.
- and where are those notebooks now?
He asked.
- Hongjoong took them to his room.
I answered.
- ok.
Seonghwa said, and left my room.

About half an hour later, Hongjoong came inside my room, not even bothering to nock. he looked angry.
- where are they?
He asked me.
- what are you talking about?
I asked.
- the notebooks.
He answered.
- you have them, remember?
I said.
- they're gone. You took them, didn't you?
He asked me.
- no, I didn't.
I said.
- give me your phone.
He said.
- why?
I asked.
- because I don't trust you right now.
He said, and sighed.
- I didn't even do anything.
I said.
- let me see your phone.
He said.
I eventually handed him my phone.
- you were about to call her, weren't you?
He asked me.
- how can you expect me to not call her?
I said.
- because I say so. Just for once, listen to me.
Hongjoong said, and left with my phone.