Nine

Seung gi rarely got angry, even less so on her.  She was always the one to relieve his anger, but in that moment, she was the one to cause it.

She told him that she had a date with her study group early in the morning. She told him they’d be working on a project together all day long and then they’d probably have dinner together. He was alright with everything, even though it was his break from work and he wanted to be with her all day. He knew she had to study.

He called her in the evening and she told him they were in a restaurant, and that she’d walk home. It was late so he told her he’d come to walk her home.

What she didn’t tell him, however, was that her study group consisted of eight guys and one girl, who happened to be her.  When he walked in, they were still not done with their plates yet, so she asked him to join them. He liked it until he noticed how they seemed to be friendly with her.

Too friendly, in fact that they were daring to flirt with her right in front of her boyfriend. They complimented her, which he was completely fine with. They said her shirt, which he noticed was too tight looked nice on her. He allowed a lot of things to slide. He didn’t want to have a fight with her over something stupid.

That was, of course until one of them, a Geun something, who had been making the most advances toward her, was offering her a piece of his steak, using his fork to feed it to her.

That was when he lost it. He sat up, immediately grabbing her hand and he dragged her outside. She seemed shocked before she gave the boys an apologetic smile.

“See you tomorrow” he called out. She turned around to wave, which angered him even more.

“Oppa” she whined for the second time, they were walking on the way back home, he could bring his car but he figured it was a beautiful night and they could walk. He was dragging her along all the way back, walking way faster than usual. “Oppa” she repeated.

 He turned around to face her, obviously still angry. “What!”  He yelled at her, another thing he rarely did.

“Slow down I’m getting tired” she said with a pout, fully ignoring his anger. His face softened a bit, so did his grasp on her arm. He stopped, allowing her to catch her breath. His hand moved to hold hers instead. They continued walking hand in hand when he made sure she was alright. It was a much slow