“No… fu… king… way…” she barely managed to spell in between the deep breaths she had to take just to make sure her lungs won’t stop pumping the air.
Without sudden moves she withdrew her hand from his grip. She looked for her small cellphone inside her big pocket; with shaky hands she pushed the screen once to access the media menu, pictures and gulped loudly. She stared at him once again and quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand just in time to stop a squeaky “eeep” that wanted to go out. She counted to tree to inhale and then she had to count again to exhale since her body seemed like it forgot how to do it on its own. She browsed through 12-13 pictures of T.O.P’s as the images indicated. She took a silent deep breath and she slowly tiptoed to the door making sure she won’t be making any sound at all. She quietly got out. Once she found herself free, outside the room, she glued her back to the door, just to allow her breathing to remember how it was supposed to work.
“1,2,3…” she counted again breathing in.
The elevator’s ding made her straighten her posture and pull herself up. She drew a nice soft smile on her face when the doors of the elevator just 6 feet in front opened. She even wanted to bow politely and say “anyoung hashimnikka” when her heart stopped. The light blonde fringes covered shortly the dark shades as they approached her in slow motion.
“G…D…” she muttered getting a grip on the door case behind her back because the floor under her feet suddenly turned into jelly.
“Umm…may I?” the blond guy asked using his most killer smile.
Actually he just barely moved up the corners of his mouth, and because she wouldn’t move he pointed to the door behind her and asked again, this time in English.
“Oh… sure…” she babbled hurrying to clean the path for him.
“Hyung, are you there?” he knocked twice, without taking notice of the girl who froze again just a couple of steps further. “Hyung?” he tried to open the door.
He quickly turned to look for the young maid thinking he lost her, but instead he couldn’t restrain his laughter when he found her big bright eyes staring at him.
“Is he in?” he asked trying his best not to even smile anymore.
“Umm… I’m… I’m sorry… I don’t speak Korean…” she merely mumbled.
“Jeongmal yo?” he said taking off his glasses, killing her even more. “Umm… Hyung, is he inside?” he spelled as if he was talking to some aliens freshly landed on our planet.
“Hyung?” she said trying to imitate his speaking. His hand that was now pointing again towards the door helped her understand. “Aah… hyung!” she said toning up the last ‘g’.
“Aniyo, it’s a soft ‘g’” he said in a serious tone, piercing her again.
“Oh… yes… I’m sorry. Yes, your… friend, he’s inside, yes…” she answered lowering her eyes.
“So… Can you?...” he made her understand he wanted to get the door opened.
“Sure!...” she rushed to push the key-card through the door’s bower.
“It’s ‘joesonghamnida’ and ‘hyung’ “ he said trying hard not to smile. “Why do they even hire people like you? You can’t even speak…” he wanted to say more, but her voice cut him off.
“Maybe for the foreigners that can’t understand your English…” she answered in a split, shocking herself too.
The door broke loose and she quickly bowed to him, darted behind her cart and sped to her ‘’personnel only’’ elevator.
Jiyong stood there, in the door’s way and finally released the smile he made efforts to hide until now. The whining inside the room though made him rush in.
“Hyung, are you ok?” he couldn’t help but smile when he found his friend lying in bed, holding onto his own head as if it would run if he’ll let it go. He swooped next to him. “You suddenly fled this morning” he sat up in bed to look at him.
“Mmm” was the only thing coming out from his friend’s mouth after he shoved his face underneath a pillow.
“We gotta stop drinking like this…” Jiyong said laughing. “Honestly you ain’t got the age for this anymore…” he laughed even harder.
Seunghyun’s answer came again as a hum from under the pillow.
“Omo, hyung! What happened to you?!” Jiyong gave up his smile when Seunghyun stretched out and tried to silence him covering his mouth with the boarded hand.
“Huh?” Seunghyun finally let the pillow slide off revealing just one eye. “Aissi… yeah… I fell” he gathered all his power to sit up. He crossed his legs under him and stared at his hand smiling softly.
“Aissi, I’m so tired!” Ji yawned and lay next to him. “We really overdone it last night…” he mumbled.
“We really overdo it every night…” Seunghyun pat Ji’s head and shuffled out of the bed. He stopped in front of the big, thick drape. Using just one finger he glanced outside. The bright sunrays burnt through his eyes but they didn’t manage to steal any reaction from him. He only sighed in resign. He went to the big closet. He browsed though it more asleep than awake. In a matter of minutes some dark sunglasses completed his outfit making it look really cool. He pushed his hair backwards and took a deep sigh. Before he left, he glimpsed one more time at Ji who curled up in bed, in the fetus posture.
“Sleep tight, Sleeping beauty” he whispered and got lost behind the entrance door.
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