“Annyeonghaseyo… Kyu.”

“Henry-sshi, mueo… do… in Korea?”

Gawd, his English. It hadn’t gotten any better. I sighed, biting my lower lip. “Nothing. I’m sorry. I’ll be going.”

I turned and tried to walk away to join my friends, who were a bit further away, but Kyuhyun’s large hand grabbed my arm. I stopped. “Kyuhyun, let me go. I know I hurt you.”

“Wait.”

“I’m not waiting. You never added me on Skype. You never followed me on Twitter. You never talked to me during these two years. So, let me go.”

“Jebalyo! Wait!”

“No, Kyuhyun. Ani. Aniyo, if you prefer.”

He sighed and pulled on my arm to make me turn and face him. I confronted him despite the fact that I wanted to run away. I noticed I was almost as tall as him. His dark eyes plunged into mine, and he growled a little. “Come.”

“Eh? No!”

“Come!”

“I said no. Ani!”

“Ne!”

“Ani!”

“Ne!”

“Ani!”

“Ne! Come! Talkeu! Henry-sshi me talkeu.”

“We have nothing to tell each other, Kyuhyun. If we did, you would’ve added me to Skype and-”

“Password forget. Ani find. No Skypeu. Twitteo-do.”

I stopped trying to get away. Wait. What. He had…

“Hold on a second. You forgot both passwords and couldn’t find them? But you… you could’ve just made another account and…”

“Ne, but GaemGyu tell you.”

“Still… you could’ve… I… I thought you didn’t want to talk to me…”

“Eeeeeh? Ani! Henry saranghae…” he said softly, blushing.

I hadn’t searched that word yet. I didn’t know what it meant. But seeing how much he was blushing, and suddenly remembering that he had kissed me right before I had left the first time, it could only mean one thing, especially since I had heard it in so many songs. I also noticed he hadn’t used “-sshi” after my name.

“Kyu, does that mean…?”

“Saranghae…”

“I’m not sure about the meaning of this word…”

“Saranghae…”

“Does that mean… something like… that… you like me…?”

He blushed even more and I shivered. “How can you… after two years? I mean… I thought you hated me… for hurting you… because… I got surprised when… when you… kissed… me…”

“Saranghae,” he said again, in a softer voice.

“So you like me…”

“Ne… Henry… come.”

“Okay. Hold on. I’ll tell my friends.”

“Ne.”

I joined my friends. “Hey guys. I’ll have to leave you for a while. I’ll see you at the hotel.”

“Whaaaat? Why?”

“Because! You know, that dude on TV? Kyuhyun from… that band… whatever’s the band. Well, he’s there. And no, you won’t have an autograph. I need to talk to him.”

“What?! You’ll go talk to an idol and you’re just leaving us here?!”

“You both speak more Korean than me, don’t complain!”

“It’s not hard to speak more Korean than you!”

“… you’re right, but still. I have to go.”

I left without letting them time to argue. Joining Kyu, I hesitated for a split second before I grabbed his hand softly. I slid my fingers between his and looked away, blushing a little.

“Kyu… let’s go…”

“Ne.”

We went to the little café where we first met. Sitting around a table with a beverage, we stayed silent for a while, just drinking quietly. And then…

“Henry. Now… jeo-eo… mueo haeyo?”

“What do we do now?”

“Ne.”

“I don’t know. We need to talk, but we don’t even understand each other. I suppose you haven’t had English lessons during those two years…”

“Engrish? Yeongeo? Ani.”

“Yeah, English. And I haven’t had Korean lessons except for what I could find with Internet. And even then, I’m not motivated enough to study correctly… I thought I’d never see you again, you know.”

“Ne…”

“And you didn’t understand that, right?”

“Ne.”

“Yeah. I knew it.”

We stayed silent again. An awkward moment followed, and I sighed. How were we going to explain everything to each other if we couldn’t understand the other one’s language?