“Remind me why I came with you again?” Jungah raised an eyebrow. She was sitting at the lobby café at Seoul Tower Hotel with her arms crossed in petulance.
“Because you’re supposed to convince the girl I like that I’m not a bad guy! She thinks I’m a player!” B-Bomb moaned.
“But you are a player.” Jungah pointed out.
“You are not helping!” B-Bomb snapped with angry eyes. Then he sighed and clasped his hands together in plead, “Jungah, you have to help me. I told Hyojin that I’d bring my sister out-“
“You’re lying to her. I’m not your damn sister any more than I am Zico’s.” Jungah muttered.
“Will you let me finish?!” B-Bomb sneered in frustration. Jungah sighed and sat up, “Fine. Spill.”
His face softened, “Look, I really like this girl. She’s different from any of the girls I met at clubs or parties. She’s a hotel management major. She’s very neat and organized. She’s smart. She’s independent. She’s like you except with brains.”
Jungah slammed her hands down on the arms of the chair and sat up, “I’m out of here-“
“NO, WAIT!” B-Bomb grabbed her wrist and practically begged, “PLEASE DON’T GO! STAY! I’LL GET ON MY KNEES IF YOU WANT ME TO! JUNGAH, DON’T LEAVE ME!”
*Holy ! What the hell is he doing?!* Jungah glanced around the café. People were whispering and staring at them. She covered her face in embarrassment.
“B-Bomb, get up!” Jungah hissed.
“If you promise not to leave me.” He promised. “I got it, so get up! People are staring, you !” She snapped.
B-Bomb released her and sat back in his seat. He casually straightened his black and yellow letterman jacket and fixed his hair. “Do I look all right?”
Jungah rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
B-Bomb went into begging mode again. He reached forward and desperately clutched her hands, “Do this for me, and I’ll love you forever. I really like this girl. I think she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
“You’re only 21. You don’t know that.” Jungah stated.
“You’re only 19, but don’t you think Wu Fan is the one for you?” B-Bomb turned the question on her. She turned quiet. *Yes, I do.*
Jungah looked up to see the fretfulness in his eyes. Her expression softened. “You’re in love, aren’t you, B-Bomb?”
He pulled away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with a shy expression. “I-I don’t know yet. I just know I can’t stay away from this girl.” B-Bomb put his hand down and gave her a pleading look, “Just convince her that I’m not the badass heartbreaker type that she thinks I am. You knew me a long time. How many girlfriends have I had?”
*None, but that’s because you feared commitment.* But Jungah bit her tongue. “Fine,” She sighed, “Just this one time.”
“Thank you so much!” B-Bomb leaned over and smacked a wet kiss on her cheek.
Jungah blinked in shock. Then she narrowed her eyes into dangerous slits and pointed at him, “You do something like that again, and I’ll kick your .”
“Okay, okay.” B-Bomb gleefully said. She was sure he hadn’t even heard her threat.
Jungah sighed and looked around, “When is she coming?”
“She’ll be on her break in about twenty minutes. I’m going to use the restroom then check up on her. I’ll be right back.” B-Bomb handed her a menu, “Order whatever you want. It’s on me.” He got up and left the café.
Jungah leaned back in her cushiony chair and looked through the menu. A few guys passed by her. She looked up and did a double take. *Wait. I know them. Where have I seen them before?*
The five males sat down. One of them snapped his fingers and a waitress came over. “Can we have hot towels for our hands?” He asked. “Yes, sir.” She bowed and left.
“I’m starving.” A short one with round cheeks yawned and stretched.
Another one spoke in what seemed like Chinese.
“Hey, Lay, speak Korean. We’re in Korea, after all.” The short one snickered.
Lay rolled his eyes, but spoke in Korean, “Where is the menu?”
The waitress came back with the hot towels.
“Is Kris gege coming?” A tall male with jet black hair and dark patches under his eyes asked as he cleaned his hands.
At the name ‘Kris’, Jungah’s ears perked up. Then her eyes widened in recognition. She spun around and stared at the males. They didn’t notice her since she was behind verdant plans. *They’re Kris’s friends from China! I thought they went back. Were they staying here all this time?* Jungah wondered. Lay tossed his towel in irritation, “Don’t mention that idiot in front of me.”
*Idiot?* Jungah raised an eyebrow. *My boyfriend is not an idiot. Whatever. They must have had a little quarrel. That explains the troubled look on Kris’s face lately.* Shaking her head, she faced forward and looked through the menu.
The waitress came back, “What can I get you, miss?” “A strawberry kiwi smoothie.” Jungah ordered.
The waitress bowed and left. Jungah pulled out her phone to text Kris.
Luhan sighed, “Don’t be like that, Lay. Kris had no choice.”
“Damn right he had a choice! And he chose her.” Lay bitterly snapped.
Jungah’s fingers stopped typing. *Her? Are they talking about me?* Slowly, she raised her head and eavesdropped on their pejorative conversation.
“Of course he would, Lay. That’s the girl duizhang loves. You can’t be mad at him for making an obvious decision-“
He cut Xiumin off with a fierce snarl, “The obvious choice would have been to kill Cho and Block B at that spot!”
Jungah’s eyes rounded. Her blood ran cold. *No…I’m hearing things…there could be more than one Cho and one Block B in the world. It doesn’t have to be the Cho that Zico is working for, and it doesn’t have to be the Block B that I know.*
Instantly, the seven faces of her friends came to her mind. A seed of qualm implanted in her heart and began to grow.
“I can’t believe those ers copied our drugs.” Lay hissed.
“If you’re going to say like that, I suggest you say it in our language so that no one can hear in. Do you want to get caught?!” Luhan sneered.
Jungah’s hands began to tremble. There was no doubt about it now. They were talking about the people she knew. Her fingers scraped against the material of the seat, and she clenched her fingers together to keep them from quaking so hard. *Wait. Why are they targeting Block B in the first place? How do they know Cho? Who are they?*
Jungah slightly turned her head to hear well.
Exo-M exchanged words in Chinese. Then they switched back to Korean.
“What do you think duizhang’s final verdict will be?” Xiumin asked.
“Whatever it is, we have to support him.” Tao said.
“We’ll only support him if he makes the right choice. He better finish the task and get his back to China.” Lay hissed.
“What about the girl?” Chen asked.
“ the girl. Work comes first.” Lay stated.
Tao shot him a disapproving glare. “Yixing.” Luhan warned.
“Look! He came here for a reason, all right?! It definitely wasn’t to fall in love with a girl who is the ing stepsister of a man we were sent to assassinate. He was supposed to disguise himself as a high school kid, get the drugs, kill the imitator, and come back home.” Lay crossed his right ankle over his left leg and shook his head as he lightly slid his finger across his bottom lip. “If he doesn’t do that, then he’s not our duizhang anymore.”
“What the-“ Exo-M looked up.
A waitress was on the ground with strawberry kiki shake oozing across the carpet. A long, lean girl with jet black hair whizz towards the exit without looking back twice. The waiters and waitresses came over to clean up the mess.
“What the hell was that?” Xiumin muttered. Exo-M dismissed the accident and went back to talking.
Jungah hopped onto the bus and looked out the window. Her entire body and mind felt numb. There were so many thoughts running through her mind that she couldn’t think. She couldn’t believe everything she had heard. Kris wasn’t a high school student?
Worse…he was a drug dealer?!
So then why the hell did he lie to her and fabricate a new identity of himself?
*What if he approached me in the first place because he knew I was close to Zico, who was behind this drug reproduction? What if this was all a plan to catch Zico? What if he’s not really in love with me? What if everything…was a lie?* Jungah rubbed her temple with a grim expression. She couldn’t help but feel betrayed and used.
Her phone was going off with frantic messages from B-Bomb.
Yet, she ignored them and glared out the window at the dipping sun beyond the horizon.
*Kris, Wu Fan, or whoever the hell you are, you have some ing explaining to do.*