I Need You

Yeon Hee approached the two boys with an iridescent aura, her brightest and prettiest smile emanating. Involuntarily, Hyeri became a little coward and shrunk behind her hiding spot, the pillar. Apparently, this was how Yeon Hee appeared to be—pretty and all, mini shirt, tight top, high heels and long wavy hair. Her long and way hair, just the way Myungsoo loved. Her cakey make up face was inevitable to let it pass.

This was the exact and that boyfriend stealer, motherer.

This was the culprit behind those horrendous letters, the rumors and lies and the cause of chaos.

This was the who stole Myungsoo’s lips and claimed that Myungsoo initiated it.

Hyeri was a hundred percent certain that Myungsoo wasn’t the initiative one—but she really hoped he hadn’t wronged her. She stole a peek at them, a shade of sepia colored her view but her sunglasses really did help with the coverage and disguise.

Minhyuk looked anxious—he was in between trying not to let his guard down in front of the girl he likes and looking out for Hyeri. They conversed a little—it was obvious that Yeon Hee only had eyes for Myungsoo—and him still searching for Hyeri amongst the crowd, not knowing that she had well hidden herself behind a pillar.

Myungsoo however, was engrossed in talking to her and was oblivious to the unsettling situation. Why was he acting like nothing had happened? She ing likes him! He should know that fact—well, she claimed that she had confessed to him—and why wasn’t he awkward or distancing himself from her?

Why was he giving her false hopes?

The vein on Hyeri’s forehead popped out clearly and her blood fumed with anger. She was on the verge on bursting into action but a voice in her mind reminded her that her cover would be blown should she jump out and pounce on someone, either her boyfriend or that thing beside him.

“Shall we have lunch later?” Yeon Hee asked perkily and battered her eyelashes at Myungsoo. Her question was obviously directed to Myungsoo only and Minhyuk reeked of neglect. Was she doing this intentionally? To irk Minhyuk who had fallen over heels for her? How dare she! That was so mean of her to do so. Minhyuk was a really great guy and definitely would make a good boyfriend. Any girl would be blind to look pass through him.

Hyeri hoped that Myungsoo would decline her. Supposedly, he should, right? In her dictionary, it is considered a sin for a guy—who has a girlfriend—to go out for a meal with another girl who likes him. Duh, excuse me? No girlfriend would fancy that idea. If your girlfriend doesn’t like that , you don’t talk to that .

“Sorry, I have something on later,” he replied curtly and gestured Minhyuk to enter the lecture hall after waving her away. Obviously, he was trying to stay away from her before it gets even more chaotic and their relationship tangled up. Without a word, Minhyuk strolled into the room without looking back at Yeon Hee who was left shocked and flabbergasted. Her jaw dropped agape and she stared at the door for awhile—her mind still in clutter. However, being the cool girl she was, she recomposed herself and stalked off with her nose held high.

“Yes!” Hyeri did a little victory dance in her mind. “In your ing face, Yeon Hee. Myungsoo will never love you.” With that, she took out her phone and noticed that Minhyuk had sent her a message.

I know you saw that! You were hiding, right? It’s hard to keep myself from Yeon Hee. It’s difficult—my feelings are in a mess. I’ll try to extract some info from Myungsoo about him and her and oh, I almost let the cat out of the bag just now!! Crap! Gtg class is starting soon.

Such dry humor he has. She didn’t know how grateful she should be to Minhyuk for being so kind and nice to her. They were both neglected and hurt by the people they liked and cherished. Guess they were on the same boat. Myungsoo didn’t realize how much anguish he had inflicted on her.

On the contrary, she needed him so badly. She yearned for his hand to be interlocked with hers, his warmth to save her from the bleak coldness and his heart to cure her deplorable heart. “I need you, Myungsoo,” she whispered to herself despondently and faded away into the crowd. Tears were trickling down from her face—she didn’t know what had triggered her to sob in the hallway. She’s being so pathetic.

“I need you, Kim Myungsoo.”

∞

He had lost track of the excruciating number of days that they hadn’t been communicating. 2 days? 3 days? He didn’t remember and he couldn’t. A part of his memories were faltering away—was this a sign for something? He knew he needed to talk to her as soon as possible.

His messages were ignored; his calls were ended; his emails were left unattended. Seems like he had really angered Hyeri. He was at lost of what to do and what he should do to satisfy her. His shoulders were piled with school work and Hyeri. The deadline for his photography assessment was coming up soon—yeah, he was making improvement—but he only had a few photographs.

Playing with his camera, he looked out of his window and observed the ethereal snowflakes drift down from high above.  However, he was plunged with dejection upon realizing that the snowflakes were ephemeral—they would melt sooner or later.