# 12
My Hot Babe
Donghae's calling.
Hyukjae groans. He's so mad. It's raining. He doesn't want to answer his phone now.
But Donghae probably knows. What he's doing. How he's feeling. He slips into a bus stop. Takes out his phone. Water droplets on it. He shakes them off.
"Hi," he answers.
"Hyukjae? You said you'd call me!"
"When I'm done!"
"You are!"
"I'm not!"
"How? It's been three hours!"
"We... we're talking!"
"You're walking home again!"
How the ! Does he know!
"I'm not!"
"I can hear the rain and the street, stupid!"
Hyukjae frowns. More annoyed. "I just gotta!"
"Where are you? I'll pick you up."
"Nooo," Hyukjae whines. He's being childish. But he has got to! Walk off his sad feelings!
"Baby," Donghae says. Voice soft. "Love. This walking isn't going to help you feel better. You know that. Tell me where you are and I'll pick you up, okay? Then I'll make you some hot spicy ramen, Hyukkie."
"I don't want ramen."
"Yes, you do."
Hyukjae leans on the side of the glass. "But what if someone sees you?"
"In this rain?"
Hyukjae thinks about it. Blinks at the rain. Water drips from his hair.
"Hae..." he says. "We ."
"Oh, baby... I'm sorry..." Donghae says. "Wait. Wasn't it just a practice?"
"Yeah but we !"
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Donghae pours the broth into bowls. Over the noodles.
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