The day was a drag and finally the sun was getting ready to settle. Sensing the wild excitement downstairs was simmering, Kiyoon slipped away downstairs. Out in the yard, she found Jaejin and Jiyoon laughing over something as she approached the swings.
“Kiyoon, we’re going out later for dinner,” Jiyoon informed, watching Kiyoon come towards her.
“Because of Jiyong?”
Kiyoon nodded. She plopped on a swing and enjoyed the colorful horizon. It reminded her of how happy her life should be and the way how it is. She sighed as she pushed herself off, slowly and gently at first.
“What did you get Jiyong?” Jaejin asked.
“Nothing,” Kiyoon replied tonelessly.
“Nothing?” Jaejin echoed.
“I’m not Miyoon. Knowing her, she probably already offered herself to marry him before he even gets the chance to reject.”
Jiyoon frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Kiyoon sighed. “Nothing...”
They all sat in silence as Kiyoon’s swing went on squeaking. Then a soft melody danced into Kiyoon’s head...and out her mouth.
Jiyoon hummed along as Kiyoon went on singing, Jaejin bobbed his head to the a cappella and quietly sang the song to himself.
Upstairs Jiyong neared the window to see the three happy family members together on the swings. With his window open, he could faintly hear someone singing softly. He squinted his eyes, trying to figure out who the singer was. He bolted out his room and dashed down the stairs, past Seonghoon and Miyoon who were picking up presents to drop off in his room. He slowly made it to the sliding doors that led to the yard and heard the singing clearly. It was crisp and sweet...not a voice he had ever heard before.
“Yay! Sing another one!” he heard Jaejin plead. “You should forget about giving Jiyong a present! Just sing him the Birthday song and it’ll be all good! I know I wouldn’t mind!”
Jiyong stepped over the threshold to the outside, following the voice that had started singing another song. It was either Jiyoon or Kiyoon and he was weighing it on Jiyoon.
“Awww...look! She’s bashful!” Jaejin teased, laughing.
Darkness was beginning to fall around them and Jiyong continued forward in a trance. It was getting harder to tell who was singing, especially when it was so low and with the swings squeaking. The singing ended shortly and he noticed Kiyoon’s hair flying as the swing came down.
“Kiyoon, be careful!” Jiyoon warned, watching Kiyoon swing higher and higher with worried eyes.
“Aigo...” Kiyoon muttered. She waited till the swing swung her back then slowly raised on leg up on the seat.
Jiyoon watched on, horrified. “Kiyoon! Sit still!”
Jaejin got off his swing and went over to Jiyoon.
“Jaejin, tell her to stop! She’ll hurt herself if she stands on the swing!”
Jaejin hushed Jiyoon and watched as Kiyoon boosted herself up standing on the swing. “She should join the circus.”
Jiyong edged closer just in time to catch the performance.
“Don’t encourage her!” Jiyong heard Jiyoon yell at Jaejin. He turned to the swings and saw why. Kiyoon was almost up in the sky and wasn’t slowing down.
“Jaejin, stop her. Tell her to slow down at least. Something’s gonna happen if she goes on like this. Please, Jaejin. You know how she listens to you the most. Jaejin?”
“I’m flying!” Kiyoon yelped. “Fly, fly! Fly away!” She released her hands on the chains and dove off, really flying off the swing.
Jiyong gasped as he stood frozen, a shiver running up and down his spine.
“KIYOOOON!!!” Jiyoon screamed.
Kiyoon balled herself up and rolled onto the grass, Jaejin already running to catch her.
“KIYOOOOON!!” Jiyoon screamed again, running after Jaejin.
“Kiyoon,” Jaejin whispered as he reached her still body.
Kiyoon tried not to peek and relaxed her body, making herself look naturally unconscious. She heard Jiyoon’s frantic feet scrambling closer and someone else’s following her.
“Kiyoon?” Jaejin whispered again, nudging Kiyoon.
“Told you!” Jiyoon accused, glaring hatefully at Jaejin.
Jaejin stretched his arms out, getting ready to lift Kiyoon up.
“Told me what?” Kiyoon asked, her eyes snapping open.
Jiyong and Jiyoon gasped.
“I knew she was up to her old tricks again!” Jaejin exclaimed.
“Kiyoon!” Jiyoon exploded. “Don’t you ever! EVER!”
“Awww, unni. I love you, too,” Kiyoon said sweetly.
“Kiyoon, are you alright?” Jiyong asked softly.
Kiyoon turned to Jiyong. “Where’d you come from?”
All eyes held the same question as all three of them stared at Jiyong.
“From the back. I heard somebody singing.”
“Oh,” Kiyoon hiccupped.
“Are you alright? Sit up, lemme see,” Jiyoon commanded, helping Kiyoon up.
“Unni, I’m fine. Nothing - ”
“What’s wrong?” Jaejin asked, holding Kiyoon.
Kiyoon winced. “I gotta fart,” she joked.
“Try me,” Jiyoon said seriously. She lifted Kiyoon’s hair and examined her head while Jaejin checked for injuries to the arms and legs.
“Wow, I have two doctors serving me. I feel so lucky.”
“Nothing,” Jaejin reported, stilling supporting Kiyoon.
“Kiyoon, you feel dizzy?”
Kiyoon shook her head, her brain rattling inside.
“Well, I don’t want you walking. You’re probably lying right now, knowing you. Jaejin, carry her inside,” Jiyoon ordered.
“Wow. Unni, can I have breakfast in bed, too?”
“It’s past morning, doofus. You can breakfast in bed when you’re pregnant.”
Kiyoon frowned. “Unni!”
Jiyoon laughed. Kiyoon hates it when people tease her about marriage and children. “That’s what you get for messing with me. Now go on.”
Jaejin picked Kiyoon up easily and headed back in the house.
“Was that really Kiyoon singing?” Jiyong asked timidly.
“Isn’t she good? I told her she has a nice voice but she shuts me out. Maybe someone else should tell, maybe that way it’ll sink into her skull.”
Jiyong nodded to himself as Jiyoon disappeared inside the house.
The music was on low, their voices soft as they conversated.
“No yuja chingoo?”
Miyoon sighed. “You dunno how long I’ve looked for the perfect guy. The world just seem so out of them.”
Seonghoon felt a pang of guilt shot through him. “Miyoon - ”
“You dunno how you’ve made me feel complete. I know it’s weird having to call you my cousin, but we’re not really related.”
Seonghoon laid still on Miyoon’s bed as she went on.
“Kiyoon always made fun of me and told every guy that dated me to just ask my hand in marriage. She doesn’t even understand that I’m not easily satisfied. She just thinks as long as a guy has money and looks I’ll marry him and be happy. She’s so wrong. So wrong.”
“So...what exactly do you want in a guy?”
“Someone like you.”
Seonghoon wasn’t sure if he should comment or not. Then Kiyoon’s voice came dancing into his head. The conversation he had overheard, the one with Jiyong a few nights before. “You dunno my sister. Not as well as I do. We may have our differences, but I know her better than my mother does. She’s exactly the way how you see her. Materialistic. The only reason why she’s glued to Jiyong’s because one, he’s our cousin. Two, he’s a multimillionaire or a will be. Three, he’s the President of his father’s company. If he was the secretary and you were Jiyong...she’ll be treating him like shit! And she’ll be singing a different tune. Four, if she marries him, she’ll be Mrs. Ko Jiyong. Five, that not only help her socially, it’ll help her reputation and boosts her mental condition.”
Jiyong scoffed. “Mental condition?”
“She wallows in self-pity.”
Seonghoon jolted back to the present. “Hmm?”
“Are you alright?”
He nodded vehemently. If only she knew, he thought.
Miyoon smiled and rested her head on his chest. Ko-Cho Miyoon...Such four beautiful words... She sighed as the thought crossed her mind.
Kiyoon sighed. “Ko-Cho Miyoon...you dunno how long she has been dreaming of that.”
Jiyong shook his head. “How long?”
“Ever since she found out that there was a Jiyong.”
“How long ago was that?”
Jiyong was glad Seonghoon had come up with the role-switching plan. He didn’t want to get married. And definitely not to Miyoon. He watched Kiyoon as she fell back against her pile of pillows, her hair flowing out beneath her.
“Why you looking at me like that?”
“I’m wondering how it feels like to kiss you,” Jiyong blurted absentmindedly.
Kiyoon’s mouth tumbled open like a mailbox. Jiyong kicked himself mentally, not realizing he had voiced his thought out loud. But he seized his chance and leaned towards Kiyoon, kissing her fully on the mouth.
Kiyoon felt her eyes popping out of her sockets as Jiyong’s lips branded hers. She felt a scream bubble at her throat, but is too petrified to make a sound.
Jiyong pulled away, sensing tension in Kiyoon’s body. He bit his lower lip once he saw her reaction. Which was scary because she had none. She sat frozen in her bed, her eyes unbelievably huge, her lips bright where he had just kissed her. “Kiyoon?”
“Eeeep. I got germs.”
“Kiyoon...I’m - ”
“I’ve been lip raped! Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Jiyoon! Jiyoon! Jaejin!”
“Kiyoon, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! Really!”
“Kang Seonghoon! Touch me again, you DIE!”
Jiyong nodded, afraid of Kiyoon at the moment.
“Go get me my sister.”
“Kiyoon - ”
“Get her NOW!” she screamed. “And don’t you ever step foot into my room AGAIN!”
Jiyong felt himself tremble slightly as he left Kiyoon. He went downstairs to notify Jiyoon that Kiyoon wanted her and slumped in a chair in the dining room.
“What’s wrong?” Jaejin asked, glancing at Jiyong.
“Shoot me,” Jiyong mumbled, laying his head down on the table.
“I’ve committed a crime.”
“I lip raped Kiyoon.”
“Shoot me,” Jiyong said again.
“What’s lip - ”
“I kissed her.”
“Ohhh...” Jaejin chortled. “YOU WHAT?!!”
“Stop making me feel guilty. Kill me.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa...you kissed her? Did she beat you up? Lemme see.” Jaejin examined Jiyong and found nothing. “How much damage did you do to her?”
“A lot. Now she hates me.”
Jaejin fell out of his chair laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Jiyong demanded.
“Kiyoon’s not easy to understand. You violated her.”
“No wonder why she yelled at me.”
“That’s it? I thought she’d kill you by now. Guess you have done a lot of damage. You numbed her.”
“Kill me before I change my mind.”
“Did she invent this ‘lip raped’ vocabulary?”
“Creative. See how cute she is?”
“Jaejin, I need to speak with you,” Jiyoon interrupted.
Jaejin saluted. “Yes, Dr. Cho.”
Jiyoon advoided Jiyong’s curious eyes as Jaejin exited the dining room. “Seonghoon lip raped her?”
“He kissed her.”
“Oh...See, that’s what I didn’t understand. Wait - He kissed her?!”
“You looked shocked.”
“Jaejin, Kiyoon’s no Miyoon! Miyoon loves to liplock, are you forgetting that’s her hobby?! Kiyoon’s hobby’s to make sure every kid on this block gets sent to the hospital at least five times! She also like to make lips come out deformed so no kissing is done before her!”
Jaejin laughed. “And you?”
“What about me?”
“You just accept them from me.” Jaejin pulled Jiyoon close and brushed her lips gently.
“Jaejin, I’m serious.”
“I think it’s great. Jiyong and Miyoon. Seonghoon and Kiyoon.”
“Hold up. Seonghoon and Kiyoon?”
“Why not? I think the kid’s really into her. I mean she hasn’t beated up him. Right?”
“Oh, Jiyoon. You look out for her too much.”
“That’s Kiyoon. If you don’t look out for her, she’ll start killing people next.”
“You sound more like a mother than your mother.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“When are we getting married so you can mother my babies?”
Jiyoon turned crimison at the question. “Never!”
“Now I see where Kiyoon got her streak of stubborness.”
Jiyoon slapped Jaejin’s shoulder jokingly.
“I feel so lucky,” Jaejin said, looking into Jiyoon’s eyes.
“Cuz...we’re not even married yet and we have a kid already.”
Jiyoon looked confused.
“Kiyoon. That’s our first born.”
Jiyoon laughed. “It does feel like I have a child. I just wish Kiyoon won’t be around to teach our children how to beat up people and climb trees like a monkey.”
“Nah...she won’t be. Cuz she’ll be too busy trying to train her kids how to march up and down the stairs like Army men.”
Jiyoon laughed. “What am I gonna do?”
“Nothing. Like Seonghoon go after her himself.”
“Then it’s gonna be one bloody battle.”
:: Chapter 17 ::
Jiyong had gone up to his room as soon as he heard Jiyoon and Jaejin laughing. They must be making fun of me, he thought. He was surprised to have found Seonghoon in there looking out the window when he had clearly remembered seeing him and Miyoon together downstairs.
“So am I.”
“No...you dunno how dead I am! Miyoon wants to marry me!”
Jiyong had already knew that. Kiyoon had told him a few nights ago. Plus it was so easy, putting two and two together.
“I dunno how to break it to her! I’m not Jiyong! I’m Seonghoon!”
“Don’t. Just go on being Jiyong. I don’t really care.”
“Nothing. I’m calling my mom.”
“No, wait. Not until you tell me what’s your situation.”
“What do you mean?”
“You said you were dead too. Why?”
“I raped Kiyoon.”
“I feel so bad now. I mean...I didn’t mean to do it! It just happened!”
“You got horny?! I never knew you liked girls that are cheap imitation of guys!”
“What are you talking about?!”
“So, tell me! Was she really good in bed? Cuz I mean...you did...”
“Oh, God, Seonghoon! Where’d you get that from!?”
“You said you raped her!”
Jiyong gasped. “I did? I meant I ‘lip raped’ her.”
Now it was Seonghoon’s turn to gasp. “You didn’t do it?! You did it with your mouth?!”
“Did she squeal...like? I mean...you did it all over?”
“What?!” Jiyong shrieked. Seonghoon was getting weird.
“Wow, you have a strange way of having sex. You didn’t - “
“Seonghoon, I kissed her. Where’d you get all that nasty stuff from?”
“Oh!” Seonghoon said sheepishly. “Well, why didn’t you say so. Making me all think you two had...”
“No, Seonghoon. I’m not like that. I don’t bed with every girl I see.”
“Hey! Now you’re making me sound like I do!”
“I never said you did.”
“So, how’s it like?”
“Kissing a boy.”
“I dunno. Wanna try?”
“Well, you asked how it felt to kiss a boy and I dunno. I’m curious, too. You’re a boy, I’m a boy...”
“Jiyong, I meant the he-she.”
“Seonghoon, Kiyoon’s not a he-she. She’s just tough and what’s that girl you’re hooked onto? A drag?”
“At least she’s normal!”
Jiyong snorted. “How does it feel to kiss a normal drag?”
“I dunno...I never kissed her.”
Jiyong gawked at him.
“Stop it! I’m no endangered specie!”
“I thought - “
“No...I feel guilty. She really thinks I’m you! I can’t kiss her having to know that it’s you she wants and not me! I’m just a stupid secretary.”
“What about her?”
“What about her?”
“Okay, okay...it was short and sweet. She didn’t kiss back, but I had fun. Is that what you want?”
“Wow. You shocked her.”
“I know. I think I zapped her brains out.” Jiyong frowned.
“I felt the same way when she kissed me.”
“Miyoon, not her.”
“Oh...” Jiyong sighed with relief. Then he realized what he had done. He was afraid that Kiyoon and Seonghoon had hooked up for real! He had never thought he’d be fond of Kiyoon and now he’s worried over the fact that he may never kiss Kiyoon again!
“What am I gonna do?”
“Nothing,” Jiyong said, not aware of himself talking. “Just continue to lead them on until the day we get married.”
:: Chapter 18 ::
“Nooooooooo,” Kiyoon pouted, hiding beneath her blanket. “I’m not coming out.”
“Kiyoon,” Jaejin said in a sing-a-long voice. “If you’re not coming out, I’m not marrying your sister.”
“I don’t care! I have a disease now! Get away from me!”
A disease? How amusing, Jaejin thought. “Well, so do I. I’m sick.”
“I know you are! All guys are sick!”
“But my sickness is different!”
“I know! Seonghoon’s retarded and you have AIDS!”
Jaejin laughed. “Retarded and AIDS? What kind of disease do you have?”
“Cancer! Lip cancer!”
Jaejin roared with laughter. “Lip cancer?”
“It’s not funny! I got it from Seonghoon!”
“I thought Seonghoon’s retarded?”
“He’s retarded and stupid!”
“I’m no doctor!”
“Wanna know my illness?”
“Ewwwww...Get away from me!”
“Don’t worry. I’ve only kissed your sister. I don’t think I have lip cancer.”
“Still! Leave me alone!”
“Kiyoon, Jiyoon’s pregnant.”
Kiyoon burrowed out of her blanket. “Say what?”
“Gotcha!” Jaejin winked, tickling Kiyoon.
“Aaaahhhhhh! No fair!” she wailed, giggling.
“So, lemme see your lips. I don’t think your lips are gonna fall off.”
“No, but he took over my job and they look deformed.”
Jaejin cupped Kiyoon’s chin and glanced at her bright pink lips. “Nah...they’re just a little colored. I think it has a fever.”
“My lips are naturally colored like that. I dunno why.”
“That’s good. Your husband can save money on cosmetic items. First accessory : no lipstick.”
Kiyoon’s face scrunched up at the mockery. “Haha.”
“I know what can make the color go away.”
“Have Seonghoon poison you again with his lips.”
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” Kiyoon hid under her blanket again.
“It’ll cool it down.”
“Get away from me!”
“But you better be at dinner!” Jaejin left Kiyoon alone to fight with her emotions. He entered Jiyoon’s room with a smirk on his face.
“What?” she asked eagerly.
“She likes him.”
“She doesn’t realize it. I don’t think she even knows it. But it’s there. She’s gonna be his wife before she can even think of lipstick.”
:: Chapter 19 ::
“Hi, ajooma!” Seonghoon shouted behind Jiyong.
“Can you keep it down? These walls have ears you know,” Jiyong whispered loudly.
“Hi, Mom. How’s things?”
“You having fun?”
“He’s dancing in his underwear.”
“Oh, that boy!”
“Just kidding, Oma. He’s here.”
Seonghoon snatched the receiver from Jiyong. “Hi, ajooma! Ajooma! You can’t believe how much fun I’m having here!”
“Yeah! And you were right about Miyoon! She’s hella cute!”
Jiyong shot a warning glare at Seonghoon, his eyes blazing.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having fun.”
“So am I, ajooma! Here’s Jiyong!” Seonghoon tossed the receiver back to Jiyong and hurried to dress himself for the family outting.
“Happy Birthday,” Mrs. Ko said.
“I’m sorry I’m not there to give you a present. How are things?”
“So far so good.”
“Any luck with fun?”
“I did something really bad.”
“Oma...” Jiyong looked around and found that Seonghoon had already vanished. He whispered, “I kissed Kiyoon.”
“What? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
Jiyong raised his voice just a bit. “I kissed Kiyoon.”
“I still can’t hear you.”
Softly, “I kissed Kiyoon.”
Mrs. Ko recovered from her shock and quickly asked, “You did? What about her?”
“She’s mad at me. I don’t know what to do Oma! I dunno!”
Mrs. Ko laughed. “Do you like her?”
“Molla yo! That’s the problem! I dunno if I do! A few weeks ago we were ignoring each other, but said things to each other when neccessary and now! I dunno!”
“And now you kissed her. Are you sure she didn’t kiss you? Did she give you a birthday present?”
It then occured to him that he had never told his mother about the situation he and Seonghoon was in. “No.”
“Well, then maybe that was her gift to you?”
“It wasn’t! She jumped off the swing and I - ”
“Jumped off the swing?! What happened? Why did she jump off the swing? Don’t tell me she’s suicidal!”
“No...No, Oma...I think she just got carried away. You know Kiyoon, she’s always doing something wacky. And then I think she got dizzy and Jaejin had to carry her back to her room and I followed. Jiyoon tucked her in and asked me to stay and make sure she doesn’t leave. Well, not until dinner. So I stayed behind to chill...then Oma! I couldn’t help it! It just happened! I was looking at her and then next thing you know she tells me to get out!”
“You sound so much like a yuja...you know that? You worry too much.”
“You’re not sure you’re attracted to Kiyoon?”
“No! Seonghoon’s definitely sure! He knows he has a future with Miyoon and I’m still here trying to figure out whether Kiyoon likes guys or girls!”
“You don’t possibly mean that!”
“No, Oma. I don’t. But I really do want to know if I like her. I think I do...I dunno...I mean...there is no other reason for me to kiss her. It just happened.”
“Could it be that she looked really pretty at the moment?”
“She did. Her medium length hair flowing out beneath her. But...she always looked the same...Aigo! Oma! I’m having a headache!”
“I’m sorry I’m not helping. What are you going to do tonight?”
“I still have to face her tonight when we go out for dinner.”
“Oh...make sure you dress up nice. I want to see some pictures. And take plenty of Kiyoon! I wanna see how she look like now. Haven’t seen her since she was three!”
Mrs. Ko laughed. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to ask her. Just ask Jiyoon to help, she’ll be glad to do it.
Jiyong agreed and bid his mother well before hanging up.
“Psssst! Birthday wangja!” Seonghoon whispered loudly.
“Get in your best looking outfit. We’re going out fishing!”
Jiyong sighed as Seonghoon took off again. “It’s gonna be a long night.”
:: Chapter 20 ::
Dinner went fairly well. Everybody was dressed elegantly and were paired off. Jaejin and Jiyoon, Seonghoon and Miyoon and the unfortunate : Jiyong and Kiyoon. The adults were the usual, the parents and Granny. Jaejin and Jiyoon rushed off to chatter about things that’ve occured at work and Miyoon as always was going on and on about various things. Kiyoon seated herself distantly from Jiyong in case if he was to act up again.
“A toast! Happy Birthday to Jiyong! He’s finally a man!” Kiyoon’s father pronounced, holding up the glass.
Everybody lifted their glasses and drank to it, Kiyoon and Jiyong did so reluctantly.
“Kiyoon, what do you wanna eat?” Jiyoon asked, looking over at her sister. “Seonghoon?”
“Whatever’s fine,” Kiyoon mumbled. “I’m not really hungry.”
“Nothing in particular,” Jiyong answered.
Jiyoon poked Jaejin in the ribs. “I thought you said - ”
“Rome wasn’t built in one day,” was all Jaejin said. He reached over and held onto Jiyoon’s hand.
“But - ”
“Shhhh...you’re ruining the magic. Just let them be. You’ll see.”
Jiyoon nodded before casting her worried eyes elsewhere.
“Like! I have to take you there! It’s so cute there!” Miyoon shrilled, her hands making empty gestures.
Seonghoon’s smile was brighter than ever as Miyoon went on.
Jiyong cleared his throat. Kiyoon looked away before he could even start speaking.
“I - ”
“Jiyoon, I’m gonna use the phone. Be right back,” Kiyoon said stiffly as she pushed her chair back. She hurried to the public phone and dialed Soowon’s number before she knew it.
“You know who.”
“Oh! Where you at?”
“Some shikdang. This stinks. I wanna go home.”
“I thought it was Jiyong’s birthday?”
“It is and they’re celebrating.”
Soowon, on the other end, frowned. It wasn’t like Kiyoon to talk like that. She’s avoiding questions and complaining too much. Something must’ve happened. “What happened? Do you want me to come?”
Kiyoon thought about the offer. It did sound comforting, but she didn’t want to make a big deal about her internal emotions. “It’s okay. I don’t wanna bother you.”
Should’ve thought of that before you called, Soowon thought. “No. It’s no bother. You sure?”
“Soowon! I - ” Kiyoon broke off, unable to continue.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Soowon...I’ve been kissed by a guy,” Kiyoon confessed, the unwanted guilt returning.
Soowon nearly dropped the phone. “What? I can’t hear you! It’s too noisy!”
Raising her voice a little, she repeated, “I’ve been kissed by a guy!”
Now Soowon dropped his phone for real. “And I thought I heard it wrong!” He quickly picked up his phone. “WHO?!” he hooted, the background noise of the restaurant getting louder.
“WHO? Speak up, girl! I can’t hear you!”
“KANG SEONGHOON!” Kiyoon yelled.
Whoa. Soowon felt that slap across the face. Kang Seonghoon? The secretary? “You sure?”
“Soowon! It was only me and him in the room! Who else could it be?!”
“Uhh...you kissed him?” Soowon said dumbly.
Soowon infuriated her. “No, Jang Soowon!”
Uh-oh. Last name. “I’m sorry...I think - ”
“You better be! Wanna know what I think? You need some hearing aids and guess who’s not buying them?!” Kiyoon shouted into the phone. She slammed it down and stood before it, anger chewing her up like a granola bar.
“Hello? Yoooohoooo? Kiyoon?” Soowon called out. But it was no use. He knew she had hung up on him. “Oh my God!” The conversation replaying in his mind. “Kiyoon’s virgin lips! Hyung! Hyung! Oh my God, you’re not gonna believe this, hyung!” Soowon screamed as he ran upstairs to tell his brother the news.
Kiyoon looked up at the deep voice, surprised to have found herself still standing in front of the phone. Jiyong kept his cool and waited for a reply.
“No!” Kiyoon picked up the phone again, desperately trying to think of someone to call. Her finger automatically dialed Soowon’s number again, although she tried her very best to stop her finger from dialing and trembling so badly.
Jiyong reached up and pressed down on the hook, disconnecting Kiyoon. With his free hand he took her shaking hand away from the dialing keys.
“What’d you do that for!?” Kiyoon demanded, her eyes seething with hate.
“My turn to use it.” He shoved her away and waited till she was gone, but with no avail. She stayed rooted to the floor.
“Some gentleman you are.” Kiyoon waited for her turn, tapping her foot as impatience grew.
Jiyong stood uncomfortably in front of the phone. Not quite sure of who to call. He had actually wanted to see if Kiyoon was alright, not really wanting to use the phone. But now since he moved her away, she’s staring at him boldly, making him shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. He decided to call his mother since he couldn’t think of anybody to call at the moment. He turned around to Kiyoon. “Could I have some privacy?”
“I’m not up against your neck, listening word for word. Besides, I’m ten feet away from you!”
Oh, had Jiyong wished she was up against his neck, that way he can just look down and peck her on the forehead. He sighed. “Fine.” He turned around and dialed his mother’s number, waiting for her to pick up.
“What’s wrong? Where are you?”
“I’m at dinner. Some fancy restaurant.”
“Really.” Jiyong had expected to see Kiyoon still growling at him, but was surprised to see she had returned to the table.
“So...any pictures yet?”
“Nope. Not yet, Oma.”
“You sound down.”
“Mom, Kiyoon won’t even talk to me now!”
“Oh, dear. You really do like her, huh?”
“I guess so. I was just thinking of how it’ll be nice if I could go on kissing her forever.”
“Just joking, Oma. But I did sorta hoped that she’ll forgive me, but by the looks of it, she’s still sour about it...Like I gave her some kind of disease.”
“Kiyoon’s still a child. How old did you say she is?”
“Hmm...she’s still adjusting. I think that was her first kiss?”
“I think so too. She didn’t react to it.”
“She was scared. If you showed her you liked her...”
“No, Mom, one kiss was scary enough for her. If I gave any signs as to even growing fond of her, she’ll move to the next planet or commit suicide.”
“Why do you have to fall for girls that are so play hard to get?”
“Are you saying I should forget about her?”
“You should play hard, too.”
“Does she know you’re interested?”
“Kiyoon doesn’t even know anything about crushes.”
“Then good. Make her jealous. Are there a lot of girls at that restaurant?”
Jiyong looked around. “Quite an amount.”
“Then go out there and talk to one. If Kiyoon wants to play the hard way, then you go play with her. Show her you don’t like her and get even at her at her own game.”
“Mom, I don’t think Kiyoon’s playing a game here.”
“I know. But you want her to like you...right?”
“I think so. I dunno what I want.”
“Jiyong...tell Oma straight answers. These are yes or no, no ‘dunno’ questions. Do you like Kiyoon?”
“Do you want Kiyoon?”
“Are you sure you like Kiyoon?”
“Then you’re all set. Go after her.”
“One more thing.”
“Are you gonna marry her?”
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