“Shit!” he yells. He’s trying to pull his hand back into the hallway with him, but my foot is still pressing against the door. I release enough pressure for him to have his hand back, and then I immediately kick the door all the way shut. I pull myself up and lock the door.
As soon as my heart rate begins to calm down, it starts to scream at me.
My heart is actually screaming at me.
In a deep male voice.
It sounds like it’s yelling,"Mina!Mina!”
I immediately look down at my chest and pull my phone out of my bra, then bring it up to my ear.
“Mina! Answer me!”
I wince, then pull the phone several inches from my ear. “I’m fine,” I say, out of breath. “I’m inside. I locked the door.”
“Jesus Christ!” he says, relieved. “You scared me to death. What the hell happened?”
“He was trying to get inside. I locked the door, though.” I flip on the living-room light and take no more than three steps inside before I come to a halt.
Good going, Mina
I slowly turn back toward the door after realizing what I’ve done.
“Um. Jeongyeon?” I pause. “I might have left a few things outside that I need. I would just grab them, but the drunk guy thinks he needs to get inside your apartment for some reason, so there’s no way I’m opening that door again. Any suggestions?”
He’s silent for a few seconds. “What did you leave in the hallway?”
I don’t want to answer him, but I do. “My suitcase.”
“Christ, Mina,” he mutters.
“And . . . my purse.”
“Why the hell is your purse outside?”
“I might have also left the key to your apartment on the hallway floor.”
He doesn’t even respond to that one. He just groans. “I’ll call Chaeyoung and see if he’s home yet. Give me two minutes.”
“Wait. Who’s Chaeyoung?”
“He lives across the hall. Whatever you do, don’t open the door again until I call you back.”
Jeongyeon hangs up, and I lean against his front door.
After few Minutes
My phone rings. I slide my thumb across the screen and answer it. “Hey.”
“Mina?”
“Yep,”
“I got hold of Chaeyoung.”
“Good. Is he gonna help me get my stuff?”
“Not exactly but I kind of need you to do me a huge favor.”
“What do you need?” I ask him.
“ Chaeyoung kind of needs your help.”
“The neighbor?” I pause as soon as it clicks, and I close my eyes.
“Jeongyeon, please don’t tell me the guy you called to protect me from the drunk guy is the drunk guy.”
He sighs. “I need you to unlock the door and let him in. Let him crash on the couch. I’ll be there first thing in the morning. When he sobers up, he’ll know where he is, and he’ll go straight home.”
I shake my head. “What kind of apartment complex are you living in? Do I need to prepare to be groped by drunk people every time I come home?”
“He groped you?”
“ ‘Grope’ might be a bit strong. He did grab my ankle, though.”
He lets out a sigh. “Just do this for me, Mina . Call me back when you’ve got him and all your stuff inside.”
“Fine.” I groan, recognizing the worry in his voice.
I hang up with Jeongyeon and open the door. The drunk guy falls onto his shoulder, and his cell phone slips from his hand and lands on the floor next to his head. I flip him onto his back and look down at him. He cracks his eyes open and attempts to look up at me, but his eyelids fall shut again.
“You’re not jeongyeon,”
“No. I’m not."
I grab his hands and pull him inch by inch into the apartment, stopping when he’s just far enough inside for me to be able to close the door. I retrieve all of my things from outside the apartment, then shut and lock the front door. I grab a pillow from the couch, prop his head up, and roll him onto his side in case he pukes in his sleep.
And that’s all the help he’s getting from me.
When he’s comfortably asleep in the middle of the living-room floor, I leave him there.
