:: Chapter 11 ::
The day quickly went by and Jiyong was getting used to the excitement. Miyoon had returned home only half an hour ago bearing gifts and presents for Seonghoon. She dragged him upstairs to model off the clothes she had gotten him.
“Don’t be jealous. If I was just as unoccupied as her, I would spoil you too,” Kiyoon said, leaning against the library door.
Jiyong looked away from Kiyoon’s scholastic trophies. “You’re quite a nerd.”
“Ahhh, it’s nothing. You haven’t seen Jiyoon’s yet. Now, those are nice.”
“But all the ones I’ve seen are yours, where’s Jiyoon’s?”
“Over by that wall. She worked real hard for them. She’s the only person in this family I have highest admiration for. Other than Jaejin, but that’ll be later.”
Jiyong nodded and went to look at Jiyoon’s awards. Most of them were from medical school. “Medical?”
“Yeah. She’ll be embarrassed if we hang her stuff from back in the days. So she chose to have her medical stuff hanged.”
Kiyoon watched Jiyong as he went around the room to look at more trophies. Her sports trophies. “Are you really Kang Seonghoon?” she abruptly asked.
Jiyong felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Ye-Yeah...why?”
Kiyoon narrowed her eyes. “Nothing. You look more than a secretary. A secretary looks plain...you look like someone of authority.”
Jiyong let out a nervous laugh. “Really?”
“Kiyoon ah! Dinner!” Jiyoon called.
“Already?” Jiyong asked, surprised.
“No...she’s asking me to help. They never call me for dinner.” Kiyoon left Jiyong alone and went to help her sister.
Jiyong turned to the hiss. Seonghoon was hiding behind the entrance of the library. He held out a crooked finger and motioned for Jiyong to come to him.
“What?” Jiyong approached Seonghoon.
Seonghoon glanced around and dragged Jiyong back to their room.
“What?” Jiyong repeated as Seonghoon closed the door to their room.
“I think I’m in love! I love being you!”
“Oh, God. I’m sorry, Seonghoon. I don’t think I’m born gay.”
“No! I mean I’m in love with Miyoon. She’s so cute! And I love being Jiyong!”
“Oh, God,” Jiyong said again. “What have I done to deserve this?”
“Jiyong, I’m so glad you’re my best friend and that you’ve decided to bring me here! Jiyong, I love you!”
“Like I said, I’m not gay. But thank you for the gratitude.”
“I dunno how you could have not met them! Especially Miyoon!”
“Miyoon only thinks you’re me because you told her your name’s Jiyong and not Seonghoon. If she found who you really are, you’ll be dead. Trust me, I have a feeling Miyoon can’t handle that kind of shock. Plus...don’t you think she seem too eager? The only reason why she’s nice and super cute to you because you’re Jiyong. See? It’s just the name and title that matters to her. Nothing else. You don’t see her being nice to me.”
“That’s because you don’t have the charm,” Seonghoon said, toying with his hair.
“Or maybe she doesn’t like a plain secretary,” Jiyong muttered.
“Are you jealous?”
“No, I’m actually happy. I like the way how things are at the moment.”
“At the moment? Uh-oh, I don’t like the sound of that.”
A knock at the door. “Jiyong?”
“Miyoon,” Jiyong guessed.
Seonghoon went to open the door. “Hi.”
“Jiyong, come on!”
And off Seonghoon goes. Jiyong shook his head and fell back on his bed. The sudden dread of going home returned and he wished he was at home.
:: Chapter 12 ::
It was morning again, the same breakfast rountine except Kiyoon wasn’t available.
“Go wake up your dongseng,” Chaeya said to Miyoon.
“She’s gone,” Miyoon mumbled, distracted with the magazine that had come in the mail early in the morning.
“Gone? What do you mean?” Granny asked softly, fear creeping up her spine.
Miyoon shrugged. “She’s already gone when I went to harrass her.”
“Could it be that she went to the library?” her father suggested.
“Appa, the library doesn’t open this early. It’s only eight-forty-five.”
“I have to go now. Can never tell with traffic. Now you be good since your sister’s not home.”
“Good? Appa, I’m always good!”
Her father nodded absentmindedly. “Whichever. I’m leaving.” He hugged his mother-in-law and kissed his wife. He nodded at Jiyong and Seonghoon before leaving.
“Bye, Appa! Drive safely!”
Once breakfast was over Chaeya took her mother out shopping, leaving the three children alone. Immediately Miyoon took up actions and wisked Seonghoon away. Jiyong went upstairs to his room. Downstairs, Miyoon and Seonghoon were dancing away. Even Miyoon had said it, it was early in morning. Too early to be dancing. But they didn’t care. They turned up that entertainment system and danced like maniacs.
Kiyoon wasn’t home, she had left before anybody was up. Probably went with Jiyoon to the hospital. But Jiyong didn’t know. He wasn’t close to anybody in the house. Not like Seonghoon who had Miyoon’s attention right when they saw each other at the airport.
He sighed and wished he had his car with him. He’d be out and away somewhere. As long as it wasn’t someplace where he would be lonely.
“Soowon! I swear! You should see them two!”
Soowon nodded. Kiyoon was always exaggerating.
“I hear you. But that doesn’t mean they’re not nice. You shouldn’t judge them before you know them.”
“Some friend you are,” Kiyoon said grumpily.
“Kiyoon, you came to my house this early in the morning just to tell me what you’ve discovered about them two?”
“Soowon! It’s past nine! It’s not early! Miyoon’s probably having lunch right now!”
Soowon laughed. He can always count on his best friend for laughter. “Okay. What is it you want me to do?”
“Can your mom adopt me?”
There she goes again. “Let’s ask her. I don’t think my hyung would like it though if we suddenly have a younger sister.”
“Well...just say it’s Santy’s early Christmas gift to you.”
“Wanna go out? There’s nothing to do around the house. I think I’ve done all the chores.”
“Let’s go ask,” Kiyoon mimicked.
“Not until the day your mom adopts me.”
:: Chapter 13 ::
“What?!” she snapped.
“Do you have...like a car?” Jiyong asked uncomfortably.
“A car? Where you wanna go?”
“Somewhere. I just wanna go out.”
“Do you know your way around?” Miyoon asked haughtily.
“No...but I’m sure I can find my way around.”
“Forget it. You’ll just mess up the car and get lost. Ask Kiyoon to take you on a tour. C’mon Jiyong!”
Jiyong stood in his spot as Miyoon turned up the music again and pulled Seonghoon up to dance. It was a funny sight. Seonghoon can’t even get his butt to wiggle right. Jiyong laughed and left the two crazy wangja and gongju byungs. He went back upstairs to his room and picked up the phone and dialed home.
“And she DUNKS!!!” Kiyoon screamed, dunking the basketball.
“Haha,” Kiyoon taunted. She tossed the basketball to Soowon and went to rest on the benches.
“You know. You need to work on your nails. Girls like you need a manicure,” Soowon said, dribbling the ball towards her.
Kiyoon held up her hands. “Care to tell me where my nails are?”
“Hmm...you need to eat more jello. Your nails are not growing at normal speed.”
“Ahhhh, shattup! And you need to drink more milk. You’re not growing at all.”
“You getting tired of this?”
“Yeah. Let’s go home and torture Miyoon.”
“Not a good idea.”
“So? I’ll bring him down too! What is he gonna do? Beg me or bribe me not to mess with him? C’mon!”
“Let’s go to the mall. I need new jeans.”
“Darn! You better buy me something, richie.”
“I’ll buy you a guy with some love.”
“Seonghoon’s downstairs partying away.”
“Party? This early?”
“No, he’s just dancing with Miyoon. It’s funny, Oma. He can’t even get his butt to move in the right direction and he’s throwing his hair around like he’s some punk rocker.”
Mrs. Ko laughed at the details. “Why aren’t you downstairs in the fun?”
“Nah...I’m not really into it. Plus, Miyoon doesn’t want me around.”
“I dunno. She likes Seonghoon. Oma! You should see her! She’s attached to him! Like he’s some wangja or sumthin!”
“What about Kiyoon? Why won’t you talk to her?”
“Mom, she’s nothing but trouble. I don’t really like being near her. And I think she doesn’t like me very much either.”
“What about Jiyoon?”
“She’s already engaged. And she’s working at the hospital.”
Mrs. Ko gasped. “Engaged? When? How old is she?”
“Mom, how old am I? She’s older than me!”
“Oh, my...has it really been that long? I still remember her when she was only a little girl. She was so pretty and smart.”
“Still is. She’s planning on becoming a doctor when her namja chingoo’s already one.”
“Who is he?”
“Some guy. I dunno. Kiyoon seems to like him a lot. They’re like brothers, running around, wrestling and everything.”
“Well...I hope things won’t get too ugly and uneventful for you. You just have to get into things. You’re always so...not involved. Why won’t you just tag along?”
“I wanna go out, but I dunno the area! I even asked Miyoon if I can borrow a car and she just laughed in my face.”
“My reactions exactly. So I’m like, ‘forget you too.’ I don’t need that kinda shit.”
Mrs. Ko sighed. “I was hoping this wouldn’t happen. What about Seonghoon?”
“He’s having fun. I can’t bear to tear him away from all the excitement,” Jiyong said sarcastically.
“Oh, honey. It’ll get better. Just wait. I know it’s hard at first, but it’ll be alright. I’ll ask Chaeya to ask Kiyoon to take you out or something. How’s that?”
“It’s okay, Oma. You don’t need to. Plus Kiyoon’s always busy,” Jiyong lied. Truth is, he doesn’t know. She always seem preoccupied. “I’ll just stick around the house. Besides, they have a library.”
“Jiyong...you don’t like to read.”
“I know...but I guess it’s time to learn how.”
“Hmm...would you like Oma to come down?”
“No!” Jiyong shouted quickly. Too quickly. “I mean...I don’t want to bother you. You should be resting and not worry about me.”
“That’s the problem. Neither you nor Jiyoon’s near, so the only thing I can do is worry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Be happy and have fun. Oma will call next week.”
“Be good. Tell Seonghoon that, too.”
The phone went dead. Jiyong hung up and fell back on his bed. Have fun...two simple words just seem so hard to accomplish.
Kiyoon picked up the bag.
“Sold to Cho Kiyoon,” Soowon said loudly.
“No. I’m just looking, you idiot.”
“You and bags. I think that’s a match made in heaven.”
“Speaking of matches. How’s you and you know?”
“Good. Real good.”
“Kicking it, huh?”
Kiyoon returned the bag to its place on the shelf and walked away.
“So...when are you like...gonna hook up?” Soowon asked casually.
“Mmm?” Kiyoon pretended not to hear him. She observed a pair of baggy jeans.
“Kiyoon. I’m talking to you.”
“I’m listening.” She continued to fumble through the pile of jeans, trying to avoid the question.
“I said...never mind. You’re not even listening.”
Kiyoon stopped and turned to Soowon. “I am. I just choose not to answer you.”
“Well, that’s all you have to tell me.”
“No, Soowon. I’m not telling you. You’re persistent and you won’t stop until you get an answer. You’ll simmer for now, but when it’s time for me to go home, you won’t get me home until I’ve answered each and every question you have prepared for me. You know, Alexander Graham Bell did have a reason to invent the telephone.”
“I asked you for one answer and you go on with a story. Does this ever end?”
“Soowon...I dunno what to do. I have two buttholes stuck living with me and Seonghoon said they’re not leaving till September. What am I gonna do? You’re always busy working and I don’t want to time up your spare time with...”
“That’s one reason why Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone.”
Kiyoon smiled weakly. “Why can’t I be your girlfriend?”
“Because we weren’t meant to be. And we both know deep down inside it’ll never happen because you don’t have feelings for me.”
Kiyoon chuckled. “I think something’s wrong with me. I don’t have feelings for anyone!”
“Let’s just say you’re still a baby and dunno anything about love.”
“That’s good enough. Or...”
Soowon thought about it. “Nah...that’s a lizard.”
:: Chapter 14 ::
“Where’s your sister?” Jiyoon demanded, staring down at Miyoon and Seonghooon’s sweaty bodies.
Miyoon shrugged. “She was gone when I went to bug her. I thought she left with you.”
“No! She was still in bed when I went to check on her.”
“Then she must have slipped out.”
“Till now?! Miyoon, it’s almost ten!”
“Ten?!” Seonghoon shrieked. “How long have we been doing this?”
“Too long. You look like a michinom,” Jiyoon commented.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! My hair!”
“You should have thought about that when you were sweating,” Jiyoon said dryly.
“I’m gonna shower.” Seonghoon flew up the stairs and immediately started a hot shower.
“You’re telling me Kiyoon’s been gone since seven this morning?!”
“I dunno! I woke up at eight sumthin...she probably left when I got up.”
“Still! That’s gone more than twelve hours and you haven’t even noticed your dongseng’s missing?! What kind of a sister are you!?”
“Like you’re a very good one! All you’ve done is defend and protect her! What have you done for me?! You’re always backing her up! What about me?! So, now I can’t even have fun?!”
Jiyoon felt her anger mark tick off. “I can’t believe you have the nerve! You have any idea how hard it is working more than fourteen hours a day and having to come home and start dinner?! Compared to you, who don’t even have a job or a promising CAREER to worry about, I’m out there breaking my back! Kiyoon may be out of control, but if I don’t look out for her then WHO will?! Tell me! Who? Ever since Kiyoon was three, you wished she was DEAD! You had all the spotlight Kiyoon never had! She’s the one that really needs the attention! NOT YOU! So, you’re mad at me for not supporting you, well, I’m angry at you for NOT LOVING Kiyoon! You have no idea how hard Kiyoon worked for her awards and merits. How HARD she studied just to win some attention and you can’t even give her a little space and words of encouragement?! I can’t believe I have such a selfish sister...And now she’s out God knows where and with who?! You’re in here shaking your monkey ass with a rich millionaire who we don't even know if he even likes you!?”
Miyoon stood paralyzed, her ears pricking at the hot, harsh words. “Uh - ”
“Don’t even call me ‘unni’ if you don’t respect me. You certainly haven’t earned the right to call me that.”
Miyoon felt her lips quivered as hot, unwanted tears sprung to her eyes.
The front door creaked open and Kiyoon popped out, her eyes wide with alarm. “Uh-oh.”
“Kiyoon! Where have you been?!” Jiyoon demanded.
“Am I in trouble?” Kiyoon asked softly.
“I’ll soon tell Mom to disown you if you don’t tell me where you were and how long you’ve been gone!”
Kiyoon looked over to Miyoon’s guilty state and innocently told Jiyoon, “I was with Soowon all day.”
Jiyoon felt herself drain of anger and worry. “Soowon? When in the - ”
“I went over to his house.”
“On my bike.”
“Nothing! When did you leave?”
“Early...you know how it takes when you don’t have a car to get into another town.”
“That’s it! I’m telling Appa to get you a car. I can’t have you disappearing early in the morning and reappear when I’m about to start dinner.”
“Dinner?! You guys haven’t eaten dinner yet?!”
“Ask the ‘Dancing Queen’ she was home all day with Jiyong.”
Kiyoon aimed her eyes at Miyoon again, taking in her messy form. “What happened to you? You two had rough sex with your clothes on?”
“You two better go clean yourselves up and help me start dinner. I’ve already had a bad day and I don’t want you two to make it any worse. Where’s Oma?”
“She and Granny’s watching some drama movie in Granny’s room.”
“Tell Seonghoon that dinner’ll be ready soon. He’s probably dead already by now. Kiyoon, go see if he has turned into a fossil yet.” Jiyoon vanished into the kitchen.
“You damn bitch,” Miyoon cursed.
“You heard me.”
“What have I done?! I wasn’t even home the whole day!”
“That’s why you’re the bitch! Jiyoon yelled at me for no reason!” Miyoon bawled.
Kiyoon shook her head as she headed for Jiyong and Seonghoon’s room. Miyoon can be so strange...
A knock. “Seonghoon?”
Jiyong sat up on his bed at the voice. Kiyoon. “Yeah?”
The door opened slightly. “Jiyoon wants to know if you’re still alive.”
Jiyong pranced to the door. “Where were you?”
“Don’t tell me you were concerned too.”
“I’m not. Just curious.”
“I was about to elope, but I suddenly remembered you,” Kiyoon replied dramatically.
“What happened down there? I heard Jiyoon yelling at you.”
“Me? She didn’t yell at me.”
“She didn’t? Then what was that about?”
“Ask your boss. He’s the one that was fooling around with Miyoon.”
Jiyong’s mouth fell open.
“I’m glad you still have your appetite. Jiyoon expects you downstairs scraping your plate clean when dinner is served.” Kiyoon reeled around and hopped to her room.
:: Chapter 15 ::
The days flew by and it was soon July. The first of July.
“Pssst! Wake up Jiyong jjang!”
Jiyong moaned and turned over in his bed, shaking off the annoying voice. “Lemme sleep.”
“Jiyong!” Seonghoon whispered. “Jiyong! Wake up!”
“Jiyong! Wake up!” Seonghoon whined, jerking on Jiyong’s side. “Wake up! It’s your twenty-first birthday and I’m the only that can wish you the very best birthday! Jiyong!”
Jiyong snored loudly, trying to block out Seonghoon’s cries. Seonghoon climbed in beside Jiyong and slid underneath Jiyong’s blanket. He reached down and pinched Jiyong’s butt hard and with his free hand, tickled Jiyong awake.
“OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!” Jiyong roared. He shot out of his bed and tumbled to the floor, rubbing his rear end. “WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM!??!!!”
With one end of Jiyong’s coverlet hiding his face, he grinned childishly. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”
“Oh, Seonghoon! Can’t this wait till later?! It’s still early!”
“Jiyong! You’re forgetting we’re not at home!”
Jiyong rubbed his eyes. “Seonghoon, it’s only eight. What do you want?”
“Jiyong...you’re forgetting! You’re Seonghoon! So that means besides me in the house, no one else knows today’s your birthday! No one else is gonna give you presents and throw cake at you! Jiyong!”
“Seonghoon...thank you. But can you wait till I’m fully recharged? You may be bright and cheery, but I’m still hanging over from last night.”
“Fine. You have until ten. But don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Jiyong nodded as Seonghoon climbed out of his bed and went to his own. Jiyong continued to ease the stinging pain Seonghoon had put in his behind and returned to bed. Seonghoon rambled on until sleep finally claimed him and it was all silent again.
Kiyoon yawned. “Yes! July first! One month down and how many more to go?” She jumped out of bed and scratched her head. It was already ten and she made her bed before she ventured off to the bathroom.
“Oooh! Look at this!” Miyoon squealed.
“Mayan...” Kiyoon moaned. Downstairs, a commotion was already brewing. She headed to the bathroom to prepare herself for the remainder of the day when Jiyong collided with her on his way out of the shower. “OOOWWW!”
Kiyoon clamped her hand over her stinging elbow, grinding down on her teeth. “Good morning to you too.” She rubbed her arm up and down, the pain spreading.
Jiyong patted his chest as the full impact of Kiyoon’s body had slammed into his. He coughed a few times and waved her away. “Yeah. Happy Birthday.”
Idiot, Kiyoon’s mind said. Kiyoon agreed. She hurried in and brushed out the sour taste in her mouth and washed her face. She checked her image in the mirror as she gently stroked her hair with a brush and frowned. “Birthday?” She placed the brush back behind the mirror and changed out of her sleeping attire. Charging down the stairs, she hollered, “Who’s birthday?!”
The happy chatter stopped as all eyes turned to her.
“Why, it’s Jiyong’s, honey,” her mother answered.
“Yeah, are you forgetting today’s Jiyong oppa’s birthday?” Miyoon chimed.
“Birthday?” The tone of Kiyoon’s voice was unpleasant, almost disgusted. “I never knew his birthday, so how could I forget?”
Everybody stood around uncomfortably, tension growing thick by the minute.
“C’mon! For breakfast today, we’re having cake,” said Jaejin, approaching Kiyoon.
“Miyoon baked it?”
“No, thanks. I don’t want to eat Birthday Boy’s cake when I have no present to exchange.” She ran off to the kitchen in search for coffee.
“Kiyoon!” Jiyoon called.
Seonghoon watched the scene, unable to take in what had happened. Kiyoon hated him! She wasn’t surprised to have found out Jiyong’s birthday was today. She was alarmed.
Jiyong sat in the corner, observing the ordeal. Not only was Kiyoon mad, he was too. He only had one birthday and that was only once a year. Now Seonghoon took on his roll of being the President, he has also taken his birthday! It was so unfair. Seonghoon has two birthdays and he has none...
“Kiyoon...what are you doing?”
Kiyoon poured the black coffee into a mug. “Coffee. Finally!”
Granny tsked. “Fine...I didn’t see that. You better drink it fast though. You’ll never know when your mother may come through that door.”
Kiyoon smiled. She loves her grandmother more than she loves her mother. “She won’t. She’s too wrap up with Jiyong.”
“What, Granny?” Kiyoon walked over to Granny and helped her to a chair.
“Why is it you hate Jiyong?”
Kiyoon shrugged. “I don’t hate him. Well...I do. I just can’t stand him. He’s so...flakey.”
“I dunno how he really is! I never met him!”
“Child...you sometimes remind me of Miyoon.”
“Why?!” Kiyoon shrieked, nearly spilling coffee on herself.
“You both judge people based on looks itself.”
“I DO NOT!”
“You don’t like Jiyong because of money; Miyoon likes him money wise.”
“That’s true. And he acts stupid and gay.”
“There’s more to it than just acts alone.”
“Oh...Granny tell me I’m not gonna be like you when I grow old.”
Granny raised a brow. “Why?”
“Wisdom...you old people know too much.”
Granny laughed as she ruffled Kiyoon’s hair. “Surprises come in small packages.”
“Such as sugar?”
“No. Such as love and you’ll find it in one of those two outside.”
“I’m worried about that one in there. I don’t really care when Miyoon gets mad, cause she’ll just mouth it off. But that little rascal in there never lets anything out. I never know whether she’s suffering or not.” Jiyoon stared at the dining room door, the very one she had seen her grandmother gone through.
“It’s okay. She’ll be up and about,” Jaejin reassured her.
“No, that’s part of the act. You dunno her. One year she was trying her absolutely very best to enter the nation-wide writing competition and she got sick that very week when she was studying for her mid-terms. With all that anger and frustration bottled up inside her, that’s what broke her. She can’t handle stress. It kills her. And Oma and Appa don’t know...”
“You should be her mother instead of her sister.”
“I have to go in there.”
“You’re not going anywhere. She’ll come bouncing back in here like a basketball. Watch.”
True to his word, Kiyoon re-entered the living room, bringing Granny along.
“Let’s cut the cake!” Miyoon suggested.
“I’m not eating it if Miyoon baked it. She probably burnt it or put food poisoning in it,” Kiyoon whispered to Granny.
“Oh, you,” Granny chided. “Such a silly thing.”
Seonghoon had cut the cake with Miyoon and walked over to Jiyong with a piece of it. “Happy Birthday,” he murmured as he handed Jiyong the plate.
Jiyong numbly accepted the cake. His birthday cake. “Thanks.”
“I got your present upstairs. Tonight.”
Then he walked off to the center of attention. Kiyoon had left Granny to be with the rest of the celebration and wandered off to her room.
“Hey, bum,” Kiyoon muttered.
Soowon stretched in his bed. “What time is it?”
“It’s past ten. Still in the process of dreaming?”
“It was good. You were the star of it.”
“Oh...” Kiyoon said amusingly.
“Yeah, wanna know what happened?”
“Just tell me since it’s still fresh in your head!”
“You really wanna know?”
“Soowon, I’m gonna drag out outside your house naked and make you tell me at the mall.”
“Okay. You were married.”
“Married? To who?”
“It was your wedding day. Well, the three of you. Jiyoon, Miyoon and you.”
Kiyoon nodded, waiting with anticipation.
“Wait...Miyoon was married to the secretary and Jiyoon married Jaejin.”
“Back dat ass up. I married WHO?!”
“How do you how they look like?”
“Then - “
“Their faces were blurry. When some dude, the minister...I think his name is Father Kim. Kim Jaeduk pronounced the names, that’s how I knew.”
“Oh...seems like you’ve been working too hard. Either that or you’ve watched too many movies.”
“Wait. There’s more!”
“Yep, I haven’t told you about the kissing and what you guys wore - “
“Soowon...did you actually dream this or you’re thinking in your mind and wishing for this to happen?”
“I really did! You and Jiyong were about to get mushy mushy when the phone rang and poof!”
“Why does it all sound like Soowon’s Fairy Tales?”
“Scoff all you want, it’s the truth. Now be quiet! I gotta tell you want happened!”
Kiyoon sighed as she rolled over onto her stomach. “Go on.”
“Okay, you three couples were at the church. All three guys wearing white tux. And then later when you know after the American marriage and all that, you guys get dress up and go to a shikdang and get knocked out? The guys switched into black and the girls were wearing sumthin like prom dresses. But not as dramatic...you know? Something simple...like an evening dress. You! You’re always different. You had to wear lavender. Sorta like lilac. And your two sisters wore red.”
“Wow...I was wearing a dress?”
“I know...the world’s coming to an end.”
“I know...I married Ko Jiyong. Ha! What a laugh! I’ll never marry that goat. He’s Miyoon’s man. Too rich and fruity for my blood.”
“Wait! Did I tell you - “
“No, please...no more details. It’s already getting too gruesome.”
“Wait! I haven’t told you the highlight of the dream!”
“You two kissed!”
Kiyoon belched as a response sending Soowon on a lecture.
“Now I know why you’ll never marry. You’re too manly.”
“Thanks. I love you, too.”
“So...what’s the big emergency?”
“It’s the goon’s birthday.”
“Your dream hubby?”
“No, he’s your dream hubby. You dreamed of him. Not me.”
“Fine. Kiyoon’s future hubby of my dream. How’s that?”
“Okay, okay. What about him?”
“I’m just glad that they’re gonna leave soon.”
“You don’t get along with either of them?”
“Well...maybe only the secretary. Been hanging out with him the last couple of days. Miyoon always pushes him aside and Jiyoon thinks he needs to see some sunlight. So...I’m the only tour guide available. He’s pretty cool. Not stupid and dorky like his boss. I wonder how’d he ever ended up working for Jiyong.”
“Man gotta hire a good secretary. So, you two...what’s going on?”
“Nothing. What’s going on with me and you?”
“Exactly. That’s where I stand with him,” Kiyoon answered.
“I have a gut feeling that you’re gonna marry that cousin of yours.”
“I have a gut feeling that you’re gonna marry that brother of yours.”
“Laugh all you want. Cuz that’s what I dreamed.”
“Wanna go out?”
“Nah...gotta take my Oma shopping.”
“Better be. I’ll talk to you later.”
Kiyoon hung up slowly, thinking about Soowon’s dream. “If I marry Jiyong for real...Oh my God! I have to stay away from Miyoon and him as much as possible!”
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