“Hello,” said Kwangmin icily, looking coldly at Jeongmin. “You look familiar... say, aren’t you the guy who tried to steal my friend’s bag in a cafe last Sunday?”
He was trying to make Jeongmin look bad. You tried not to smile.
Jeongmin grinned at him, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. You shivered. “Aren’t you the guy I found necking with her,” and he gestured to you, “over half a milkshake and a plate of spaghetti?”
“Huh. Then I guess I’m not the guy you’re thinking of, if you’re not the guy I’m thinking of.”
Behind Jeongmin, Soojung rolled her eyes and shook her head in obvious exasperation. She obviously got a lot of this. You sort of felt sorry for her; Jeongmin seemed like he’d be a handful.
Minwoo waved cutely at Youngmin, who just scowled darkly at him. You felt even sorrier for Minwoo, who had no idea what he’d done to suddenly get on Youngmin’s bad side.
“This is Kwangmin,” you said, tapping Kwangmin on the shoulder. “But he’s just my friend, not my boyfriend. Right, Kwangmin?” You looked at him pleadingly, willing him to play along.
“You were holding hands when I saw you,” said Jeongmin.
“R-right! Well, we’ve known each other such a long time, we’re almost like siblings. So sometimes we hold hands but not in a romantic way!”
“We don’t hold hands,” Kwangmin said flatly.
The expression on Minwoo’s face could have been placed next to ‘Confusion’ in the dictionary.
“Um, what he means is that we don’t hold hands often,” you said, taking Kwangmin’s hand. Beside you he immediately tensed, but he squeezed your hand so hard it began to hurt. Maybe he was doing that on purpose to try and make you let go. “But when we do it’s in a friendly way, like this, see?”
You waited for Jeongmin to say something to embarrass you even more, but he was just watching in amusement, obviously enjoying the hole you were digging for yourself. Sadist, you thought.
“Doesn’t he look a lot like your cousin?” Soojung said, peering at Kwangmin and then at Youngmin. “Wow, they really look... so similar...”
“We don’t look anything alike,” monotoned Kwangmin.
“Yeah, they don’t look anything alike,” Minwoo piped up. “Youngmin’s blond and Kwangmin’s not!”
The looks he got from everyone else were enough to make him go bashfully quiet.
“Besides,” said Jeongmin slyly, “if Kwangmin reminded her of her cousin that’d be a disaster for their relationship, right?”
“There is no relationship.”
“But you’d like there to be.”
“That’s enough,” Soojung suddenly snapped, stepping between Jeongmin and Kwangmin. “I’m buying you an etiquette book and you are going to read it cover to cover,” she said to Jeongmin, hands on her hips. “And then there’ll be a test.”
“But,” Jeongmin started, bewildered. You joined him in feeling utterly lost. Jeongmin was being annoying, but wasn’t it to Soojung’s benefit? But maybe she’d had enough of his underhanded ways. She had been rolling her eyes at him the entire time.
“No! Enough!” Soojung grabbed hold of Jeongmin’s arm. “Come on, I’m taking you to learn some manners.” And with that, she dragged him away, leaving you staring after them in bemusement.
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