How To Kiss A Boy//Kim Jun Kyu

17

"What's taking he-him so long?" Junkyu groaned, doing the finishing touches on the three large trays filled with tteokbeokki. 

"It's almost the end of the day, dinner's supposed to start in twenty minutes and he's been gone for...three hours?" Asahi calculated, setting down his trays of food so the servers could take them out later. Mashiho furrowed his eye brows, the scenario feeling somewhat familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. 

"Maybe he ditched," Keita proposed, feeling the worry and tension increase in the atmosphere around them. 

Yeongue shook his head, frowning as he thought of Insoo ditching. "He's not the type of person to do that."

"If he was then he wouldn't still be Junkyu's 'slave'," Yoonbin added to Yeongue's statement. They felt disappointed in themselves as they all just realized she had gone missing. Six hours of not realizing. Yedam sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

"It's my fault, I should have just gotten the mop," he muttered, feeling at fault. Keita shook his head, patting Yedam's back. 

"Don't blame yourself." It took him so much strength not to stutter in his sentence, mentally celebrating when he didn't. 

"Junkyu," Mashiho went behind Junkyu, beginning to push him out of the kitchen, "You find Insoo since he was your partner." Junkyu opened his mouth to reject the idea, but his mouth shut right up when he saw Mashiho's expression. Clear panic was expressed on his soft features. His eyes were glassy, close to tears in worry. Junkyu looked at him softly, taking the small Japanese hands into his. 

"You're so worried, I am too, but you're clearly panicking," Junkyu spoke softly, hoping to calm the boy down, "Shouldn't you go? It'll put your mind at ease when you find him." 

"I-I can't," Mashiho shook his head, slowly pulling his hands out of Junkyu's. Asahi took this chance to pull Mashiho towards him, which the smaller let him, and hugged him. The stoic boy sighed, knowing the reason why Mashiho was so afraid of finding Insoo. 

"Just go Junkyu," Keita jumped in, earning nods from the other boys. The tall Korean boy gave each of them a grim smile before leaving. 

His walk was silent. His eyes glanced back and forth, reading the doors quickly as he tried to find the cleaning room. It took about a solid five minutes to find the room. "Why the hell is it so far?" he muttered, walking up to the door. He swung open the heavy door, bringing light into the room. 

He stared down at Insoo's vulnerable and shaking frame. He wondered why the room was dark and why she was cornered in the back of the small room. Junkyu stepped in, walking up to Insoo with a scared yet sad expression. He squatted down to her height, shaking her lightly. Her face was stained with tears, eyes closed as she slept. As he observed her, the door slowly shut. 

Junkyu groaned in frustration, moving towards the door. Just like Insoo, he started to shake the door knob vigorously. The sound of the door shaking woke Insoo up, her eyes fluttering open slowly. "Wh-who's-"

"You're awake," Junkyu stated the obvious, pulling his hand away from the door knob to look at Insoo. She didn't say anything, curling back up into her knees. Junkyu's eyes adjusted to the dark, looking at the girl continue to shake in fear. The boy reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone to call someone - probably Yedam - but as soon as he clicked the power button, his phone shut down. "Shit, it died."

He stuffed hand phone into his back pocket, pissed. "Yah, Insoo, help me think of a way to get out of here." Insoo didn't respond, muttering something quietly to herself. Junkyu growled, kneeling in front of her. "Don't ignore me."