Friends.
The Played Playboy"I knew you going to see her was a bad idea," Jeongmin grumbled as he gave the final wrap of the bandage around Yoorin's wrist. "Your wrist is probably fractured at best. I can't believe she could do that to you!" Yoorin was sat on her bedroom floor, staring blankly at the ground while Jeongmin was giving his lecture. "Don't you remember when we used to always go ice skating together? I told you if you were to fall, never put your hands out. It's better to have a sore then a broken wrist." He bought up Yoorin's hand and examined his work with careful eyes. "I'm no doctor so it's not that good, but it will have to do for now. You really should go to the hospital to get it checked, you know."
Yoorin grunted back a reply, pulling her arm back and cradling it to her chest.
"I thought you two were buddies," L.Joe said from her bed.
Jeongmin sighed and got up to flick L.Joe on the forehead. "Stay out of it, Chicken. Why are you here anyway?"
L.Joe shrugged, "News travel fast, you know? I heard about... well, you know... and I thought Yoorin would need me."
Jeongmin rolled his eyes. "Yoorin, why did you let this mummy-man in?" He was referring to L.Joe, who's most of his body was either in a cast or bandaged up. Yoorin didn't answer. He then turned and stared hard at L.Joe. "I would've thought you'd still be in the hospital by the look of you."
"They can't keep me there forever," L.Joe slid off from the bed and sat next to Yoorin. "Look, Puppy" - he gesured to his own hand in a cast - "we match."
Yoorin turned her head slightly and gave him a half hearted smile. She mumbled a quickl excuse before getting up and grabbing a jacket from the closet.
Jeongmin quickly jumped up and blocked the door. "Where are you going, Yoorin?"
"It's sunday," Yoorin said without feelings, shrugging into her brown leather jacket. "I have dance class to go to."
L.Joe quietly got up and made way next to Jeongmin. "He won't be there, Yoorin." L.Joe said with sad eyes.
Finally, feelings and life started to come back to her eyes. "Yes, he will. I know he will. He can ignore my calls and pretend he's not home all he wants but I know he would never bail when it comes to his dancing."
Jeongmin sighed and rubbed his hands acrossed his face in exasperation. "Yoorin, you need to stop, okay? You're in no shape to be going anywhere right now."
She held up her poorly bandaged wrist to his face. "I hurt my wrist, it's not like it'll get in the way of me dancing."
Then she tried to barge pass the two boys, only to be gently pushed back. "We don't know the full extend of the injury, Yoorin. Let's just stay home and talk... please?" There was a hint of desperation in Jeongmin's voice. He was truly concerned for his friend, but he didn't know how to make things right for her and it was just frustrating.
"I've had enough of just talking to people." Yoorin choked, before running into his arms and letting out her tears that she's been holding in all day. "I just want him to know the truth, but how can I tell him when he refuses to see me?"
***
Yoorin never did find out if Minwoo turned up to dance class that day, she didn't get a chance to check it out because Jeongmin - and L.Joe - had insisted so hard on her staying home.
The following day, Jeongmin walked with her to school. She was pretty convinced that he thought she was out of it. L.Joe was still... well, crippled, and even though he had managed to make it to her house the previous day he was still in no condition to make it to school. He had also practially begged for her to go straight to his place after school.
Turned out he was ready to forget about
Comments