Chapter 8

We talked as we ate. It was really fun. I totally forgot about what happened earlier. I didn't know who they were talking about at first, but thinking about it now, I concluded that it's Doojoon. He's famous and it can't be helped that others will obsess over him. He's very good looking. I'd be stupid if I denied it. But I wondered why he hasn't talked about him being famous...

"Yah. Are you listening to me?" He waved his hand in front of me and I blinked my thoughts away.

"Yeah, I am." Complete lie. I didn't try to hide it. He'll find out anyway.

"Liar." He messed up my hair.

"Yah!" I slapped his hand away. "I told you not to do that!" I hate my hair being touched, even by him. Everyone I know, knows not to mess with my hair.

"Haha. It's punishement for not listening to me." His smile was stunning. "So... Want to meet my friends?" He asked. His face turned serious with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Nah." I said. His face became sullen. "I don't want to meet more ajjushi like you." I stuck my tongue out and his face quickly changed. It lit up.

"Shut up! I'm not that old!" He barked a laugh.

"Fine." I said. "I'll meet them."

"Chincha?"

"Chincharo. Oppa, you're like a kid." I laughed.

"Ok. Meet me here on Saturday at 10am and we'll go meet them together. Araso?"

"Araso!" I promised, but he demanded a pinky swear. I gave in.

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"Oppa, you're late."

"I know. Mian. I slept in." He was panting, meaning that he ran. I felt jealous. I wish I could run like him again, but I know that I won't be able to again.

"Is there something wrong?" I looked at him and his face was full of worry.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"You look sad." He was about to touch my face when his phone rang. I felt a pang of disappointment.

"I know. We're coming. Yeah. We'll be there soon. Shut up you umma. Araso. Annyeong." He hanged up the phone and went back muttering, "Always nagging and I'm supposed to be the leader." I giggled.

He blushed. He. BLUSHED! "Mian. Just talking to myself. Ready?" I nodded. "Cmon."

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"Doojoon oppa, why are you wearing that?" When we came out of the restaurant he put on a face mask and a hat that totally covered his face. I know for what reason, but I couldn't help but ask. He looked so uncomfortable.

"Nothing. I'm kind of sick." Lies. "I don't want you to catch it."

"Ok." I dropped it. Clearly he didn't want to tell me.

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We're in an apartment building now. He knocked on a door and it immediately flew open. "AHHHHH! Hyung brought a girl!!!!" said the grayish-blonde haired guy. The same person who opened the door. Four more guys went out to the front door to peek in. I looked down to hide my face.

"Hyung, is she your girl friend?" One guy said.

I felt someone grabbed my arm and led me inside the house. Wait. Now that I looked at it, it looked like a dorm. A guys dorm at that. Oh My God!

"Kikwang, shut up. She's not my girlfriend." He said to the guy who was only wearing a wife beater that his muscular arms was exposed. I don't feel comfortable at all.

"Lies. Dongwoon, do you believe that?" He turned to a guy taller than him. He didn't look like a Korean at all.

"Nope. Not at all. Look how protective he is of her." He nodded our way. I just realized then that his arms are around my waist to hold me clode beside him. Like protecting me from these people. I pushed him, but he didn't budge.

"Yah. Kids, quit it." The guy with a fohawk interrupted. "You know how he gets when he gets protective?"

"Ugh. True." Kikwang and Dongwoon said together. The five guys went to what it seems like their kitchen. I noticed one guy, he's pretty, prettier than me, look back. Our eyes met and he smirked then turned his head towards the kitchen to join the others.
Weird.

"Come on. Let's eat." We were called in, but Doojoon didn't move, firmly holding his ground. I glanced at him and saw his face set and his jaw tight. I tried to snap him out of it, but it took me a lot of effort to do so.

"Oppa!" I pushed him, each push comes with more force. "Yah! OPPA!" I saw him blink what he's feeling before as he turned and looked at me. His protective arm on my waist loosened in the process but didn't let go. His face went back to his brother-like face from the dangerous, ready-to-kill one.

"Gwaenchana, oppa?"

"Yeh." He retorted. "Let's join them and eat." He led me to the kitchen and the tensed atmosphere quickly lifted when we came in the kitchen and Yoseob, I think that's his name, pulled me off Doojoon's protective arm and sit me in a chair. Doojoon didn't want to let go, but the other boy somehow made him let go and it made Doojoon's face more relaxed. I felt relieved.

After eating dinner, we all went back to the living room. We played and laughed. More on laughing for me because all of them were funny. There was one time when we played truth or dare and Yoseob picked dare. He was to look at Kikwang's eyes while they both drink the soda we took out. It's a dare for Yoseob, but somehow Kikwang got pulled into it. They drank while trying to control their laugh, but Kikwang couldn't hold it in and spat the soda in his mouth to Yoseob's face. I laughed so hard my tummy hurts. But now we had to clean up.

"Mi, I'll do it." Hyunseung stopped me from grabbing the rag on the floor. "You can sit down on the couch." His hand didn't let go of my hand after saying that. It felt weird holding someone else's hand besides Doojoon. I felt that there's more to it than it looked. I tried to pull my hand from his, but he squeezed it in return before he let go.

"Haha. You should've seen your face!" I heard Doojoon say to Yoseob.

"Shut up ajjushi. You make more epic faces than me any time." I giggled. I couldn't hide it because it's true. They both turned my way including Hyunseung.

"Yah! Why are you laughing?" Doojoon started walking towards me and I backed up. "I didn't." I laughed, not hiding it now.

Surprised with my reaction, he stopped on his tracks and his smile grew wider. "Oh no, you didn't just laugh at me."

"But I did." I backed up more and he followed until I couldn't anymore. He put his arms out to block my only escape. "Hahaha. Get away from me. You do make epic face."

"No. That's not true."

"It is. Oh. You always pout and it always looked funny instead of cute. Some faces you make, makes you look like an ajjushi too." I burst out laughing.

Before he could say something back, Junhyung together with Kikwang and Dongwoon came in the living room. "Are we calling the police now?" Junhyung said. "I'm seeing a child being abused by an ajjushi." The other boys laughed and I joined them.

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"Annyeong, Min!" Yoseob, Kikwang, and Dongwoon waved violently. I waved back and said bye. I also bowed to Junhyung and Hyunseung who were standing in front of the door. "Annyeong, Junhyung and Hyunseung oppa."

"Why are you calling them oppa?" Doojoon said.

"Why? Is that wrong? They are my oppas." He snorted. "Don't worry. I have a special name for you." I saw his face lit up. "Ajjushi." The others laughed out loud and I ran for it, well behind Junhyung. I learned that he's the umma. "Ahh! Oppa, he's coming for me."

"Yah! How dare you! I'm not that old."

"You're still old!"

We didn't leave after 30 minutes of bickering. It was really late when we started walking to the bus stop. We were both quiet. Perhaps we were both tired because I was. The night breeze felt nice. It lifts my hair gently. I didn't really pay attention to my hair, whether it's on my face or not until he brushed it off my face.

"Thank yo-" Click. Huh?

Click. Click.

I looked around,but I don't see anything. Another click, but now a bright light flashed and blinded my eyes. I felt Doojoon wrapped his arms around me, the protective way.