Chapter6

Sing and listen for a moment. Listen to sappy love songs and relate them to him. Then sing a song about what you feel about 'this'.   His fingers were perfectly laced on mine.   It felt ticklish at the same time it was warm. I must say moments like this could last a life time, and I'm sure of it. I've never been so sure in my life.   He is the one. He is my soul mate.   The still of moment had cradled us however we still find it prefect. He glances on his right, at me, and mutters something funny and both of us laugh.   This moment is simple, holding each other close, laughing freely - yet as we read between the lines, these instances are the ones we kept and cherish the most. These moments are the ones that keep it special and made us special.   I look forward and saw Jonghyun with this unfamiliar guy. Yes, I admit he is a head-turner (not Jonghyun, but the guy beside him); he's cute if that is the appropriate phrase to describe him.   His feline eyes were darting at me that sooner or later I might melt. He gives off this vibe that says I-always-say-what-I-want-to-say which means danger. As honesty compelled me, I easily got hurt with people who are too much blunt, by that I meant: when people easily say - you're ugly without having second thoughts.   Jonghyun called us out, “there you are.” He said with full emotion yet his facade shows not.   I smiled at Jonghyun. Then I squeeze his hand a little, asking permission if he could let go for a while - and he did.   “We were just about to meet you.” I started. “But it seems like you're going now.”   Jonghyun smiled at me, as if he were about to say, 'Nah. it’s okay.' however Mr. I-don’t-know stepped in our conversation and say, “it's because you're acting like a turtle.”   He said straightforward and I am dumbfounded. A straight line had instantly formed around my well-curved lips.   Hurt? A little. Shock? Definitely yes!   No one had ever said that to me. Way to go for a first impression!   ~~~   I heave a loooooong sigh as I saw my apartment in its dirtiest form. I swear, starting today at this time, there won't be any parties in the future. What happened last night will be the first and last impromptu bash that will be celebrated here.   -   As I hesitate about your departure. You’ve already drifted away. And I can’t stand your cruelty.    From the outside, I could hear a song playing inside her room. No. Wait. It's always the same song that is played whenever I happen to pass by her room. I listen to it carefully, and the lyrics hit straight at me.  It seems like the song was made for me—which is not good.   What I miss more than love is the memories of us. Since I’m still bearing it within my heart, It’s goodbye.    I mentally cover my ears and divert my attention. I. AM. NOT. LISTENING. LALALA.   The door burst open, Kim Jee In looked at me dauntingly. I grinned at her as if, I were telling her that my insanity is not stolen. Then she handed me the garbage bag and exhales.   She was the tenant above me at the same time she was scion of the landlord. Being debonair and to have good relationship with them, on my freewill and free time I would always take their garbage out, the same way I do with mine.   In two years span of time, I have witnessed Jee In’s real personality (not that I’m against it or I have a bad comment on it) it’s just that I think every day she’s becoming crankier like she always have this PMS-y syndrome.  (Point to ponder: not ideal.)   And this time, she’s grumpier—probably still irritated from what happened last night. As she handed me the garbage bag, hasty she folded her arms above her chest and sort of glare at me. I pressed my lips together and look around. Lalala, this is me pretending not to care, not to be scared and not to have those imaginations that she would bang my head against the solid wall because of her enormous annoyance at me.   She slammed her fist at the door and I quivered. “So, how’s the party last night?” She asked in antagonism.   “Ohhh…” I trailed off, looking for the perfect answer before she could smack my head out. “—it was…”   ---   In the middle of watching the biographical film Pollock, a silent knock on the wood had disturb me. I open the door and was in total shock when I saw Choi Minho-ssi grinning at me. In instant, I could feel my cheeks turning pink. Oh no.   “Good afternoon Kwon Nam Gyu-ssi.”     I smiled back at him and ask,“Uh. Choi Minho-ssi, why is your hand jam-packed these paraphernalias? Are we going to have some art tutorial here?”   “No silly.” He cackled. Great, I made a fool out of