[CONTENTID1]

⊰Junhyung⊱

When I got home, Kikwang scolded me.  "Yong Junhyung!  Where have you been!?"  He yelled at me as I walked in with my hands in my pockets.  Everyone came out of the kitchen looking at me with concern.  "And what the heck are you wearing!?  Isn't that one of our back up dancers extra clothes!?  No wonder he was freaking out!"  He yelled but I ignored him as I took off my shoes. 

I started to go upstairs and he followed.  I walked into my room and began to undress with my back towards him.  As I took off the sweat shirt and t-shirt I felt Kikwang grab something from the back of my pants.  "Junhyung!  Is this a playboy!  Did you take this from the dancer too!?"  He yelled and I turned around and my hand slammed down over his mouth, shutting him up. 

"Listen Kikwang...  I am older than you so stop scolding me, and shut up.  I am tired, I walked all the way home and I don't want Misun to overhear you." I growled.  "Okay?"  He nodded then I snatched back the playboy.  I walked over to my bed and tucked the playboy between my mattresses.

Kikwang took a deep breath, calming down.  "Where have you been?"  He asked calmer, mellower.  "You know all Misun was worried sick, Yoseob told me."  He crossed his arms and looked down at me.

I stood up, "I had to meet a fan."

"And what about the other fans at the fan meeting?"

"I was MEETING a FAN.  There is no plural in fan meeting."

"You should've told someone what you were doing."

"I know."

"Then why did you run off?  What's so special about this fan?"

I shrugged, "We went to high school with each other.  We were classmates; she was Misun's best friend—"

“Hwayoung?" Misun then peeked out from the hallway.  I nodded.  A smile appeared on her face and she rushed up to me, beaming questions, "You saw Hwayoung?  How is she?  Is she okay?  Is she still pretty?  Does she have a boyfriend?  Is she MARRIED!?  What is she doing?  Is she still drawing?  Is she finally an artist now?—" I put my hand up stopping her from asking anymore questions.  I looked over at Kikwang and he walked out knowing Misun was now in the room.

"She's fine.  Yes she is still pretty, I don't know if she is married or has a boyfriend.  And yes she is now an artist," I answered her.  She smiled and jumped around happily knowing that her best friend was the same person as she remembered.  "I can invite her over one day—"

"Tomorrow!"

One of my eyebrows rose, "Tomorrow?"

Misun nodded like a happy bobble head.  "Yes tomorrow!  I want to see her!" 

I laughed and patted her head.  "Sure I will text her after I change so shoo."  I shooed her out of the room then closed the door.