Donghae’s mom must have heard us because she chuckled. Looking at me through the rearview mirror, she smiled then said, “Jaejoong called last night and asked us to bring you with us to the airport. He probably wanted to see your changes.”

“He did?” she nodded. I chuckled. “It’s because I promised him yesterday.”

“You talked to Jaejoong over the phone?” Donghae’s voice irritates me.

Glaring at him I said, “Since when did you become an interviewer and get interested in my life?”

He glared at me, too which I sent the same intensity with. “It’s because I’m your best friend. You should have told me he called you.”

“And you should have told me what he wanted you to tell me,” I said, annoyed this time. Donghae and I remained silent, staring at each other like we’re somewhat in a fight which obviously where this is leading to.

A moment later, I saw his gaze softened and he heaved a deep sigh before putting his attention back to his phone. I then looked away from him, got my own phone and texted someone.

To: Donghae

I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.

Sent!

I guess he received it now because he gave me a questioning look. Smiling a small smile, I shrugged then looked through the car’s thick glass window. We’re almost nearing the city’s fringe so it means we are few kilometers near the airport.

*Tweet-Tweet*

I looked at my phone’s screen. Donghae replied: It’s okay. And I’m sorry, too. I did something wrong to you. What?

With that I looked at him only to find him looking at me with sorry expr