FROM CHAPTER 11:
“But the text message, Hyukkie! I can’t.. I just can’t try listening to him. This is all a joke!”
“But, just try. Me and Donghae always talk things out so we can understand each other. Just saying, Minnie, but, I know the text message from Prof. Seo was something, still try to talk to him.”
“I don’t know, Hyukkie,” Sungmin sobbed, “I don’t know who to trust now.”
Two weeks had passed and Sungmin wasn’t still going home. When she found out that her mother and Kyuhyun’s father went back again for their business trips, she decided not to go home and stay at Eunhyuk’s house for the week and, then, at Ryeowook’s house. It wasn’t a big deal for Eunhyuk and Ryeowook since they understood her and she was their friend.
Still, the fact that she needs to go to school and see Kyuhyun, as a professor, was alarming her.
“Can’t I just cut class? I don’t want to attend home room.”
“Lee Sungmin, will you just please stop? I told you, talk to him.”
“But, Hyukkie,” Sungmin started sobbing, “It’s killing me to see him and Seohyun-unnie together.”
“Aish,” Eunhyuk pushed her inside the classroom, “Just attend school, and pretend nothing’s wrong.”
“Kyu-oppa,” Seohyun said as she walked towards Kyuhyun’s cubicle. It was already night time and Kyuhyun didn’t show up on his classes for fear he might see Sungmin along the hallway or inside the classroom. Heechul had been nagging him but he didn’t budge at all. It was a hopeless case, and he wanted to die. Literally.
“Don’t talk to me. You had done enough, Seo.” His firm voice made Seohyun hiccup and shook her head.
“Okay,” she was about to walk away when she went back, “I’m sorry…”
Kyuhyun slightly nodded but didn’t look at her. He was furious, at the same time, lonely. He had never been this lonely since he went alone to China. He felt a vibration on his pocket, got his phone out, and read the text message.
From: Kim Heechul, 8:48pm
Hey, your sister is here. And she’s alone. Where are you?
He squint his eyes and tried to think. School? But they are already at school. Obviously, not at home. He thought deeply when suddenly neon lights and loud music can be heard inside his head. He got up, got his things, and went outside, leaving his co-teachers dumbfounded.
“Hey, there,” a man asked Sungmin from behind, “You’re alone?” He made his voice louder when Sungmin wasn’t paying attention to him.
“Yeah,” she said, “I am…” She drank her drink in one go, and went to the floor to dance. The stranger followed her. He didn’t seem creepy or anything since he looked young and very dressed up. He looked like a typical single guy who was ready to take the night.
“What’s your name, baby?”
“Min, how about you?” She smiled and danced, when he pulled her closer to him, “My name is Henry.”
An hour has passed and Sungmin found herself wrapped around this stranger’s arms inside the male’s restroom. He kissed and sucked her neck until it turned red. He shoved her see-through tank top, revealing her white-laced bra with black flowery outlines.
“Damn, Min,” he said as he unhooked it behind, “You’re one great package…”
“You’re welcome, Henry,” she kissed him, and her bra straps slid down to her elbows, revealing her breasts. Henry pushed her and started groping one of them, earning a moan from the petite girl. She pulled him to her, making him suck one of them.
“Ah…yes, more…ah…right there…Henry…”
Henry smiled to himself as he heard his name until he heard something else.
“Wait,” he said and kissed her lips, “Did you just say, ‘Kyuhyun’?”
“W-what? No. Hell no…”
“No, I mean, Cho Kyuhyun, Chinese name, Zhao Gui Xian?”
“What about him?,” Sungmin said, and thought of something, “Wait, we’re having sex and you’re thinking a guy?”
She was careful with her words or else it might slip that she knows Kyuhyun. Though, this was her plan, Henry smiled and shook his head.
“Cho Kyuhyun, the professor at the university? The math prof? Tchee…He’s a friend of mine. He’s my senior when he was in China.”
At that point, Sungmin then put on her bra back and her top. Henry was wondering and held her wrist, which he saw some odd markings on it. Those markings were actually Hangul letters forming Kyuhyun’s name and were actually wounds. Sungmin was startled and took her hand off of him.
“You are committing suicide, because of him?”
“What do you care?”
“Well, sorry, Min, but he’s in love with someone.”
“I know, OKAY?” Sungmin almost shouted. She was about to open the cubicle door when Henry stopped her.
“You said your name is Min. What is your whole name?”
“Aish,” she opened the door, but the man closed it again.
“Are you, perhaps, Lee Sungmin?”
Sungmin widened her eyes when Henry mentioned her name. When he saw her expression, he also was stunned.
“Oh, shit,” Henry exclaimed, “I made out with you.”
“You’re the one that Kyuhyun-gege likes. You’re his soon-to-be sister, right?”
“Well, not anymore. Our parents decided to be business partners than getting married.”
As soon as she found a chance, she opened the cubicle door and dashed outside. The loud house music filled her ears and neon lights struck everywhere she looked at, except the man only few feet away from her.
“I’m your hyung, Professor Cho, please show some respect,” said the bartender, who was drying the glasses with a towel. Heechul can be seen beside the DJ, and she was perfectly fine showing her weird dance moves to everyone.
“Where is she?”
“Tsk, you came late. She’s inside the male restroom.”
“WHAT? WHO IS SHE WITH?”
“I don’t know,” Hankyung shrugged his shoulders, “Some guy, and don’t tell me that I should have stopped them. She has her freedom, Cho, and she was the one who pulled the stranger inside.”
“Shit, thanks anyway.”
He was making his way through to the restroom when a petite girl went out from the door. She looked at him and he to her. He went towards her, but she crushed herself to the crowd.
“Sungmin!” He said, as he tried to squish himself. Sungmin was good at avoiding him and went towards the main entrance. When she was finally out, she took off her shoes and ran.
“I’M NOT GOING TO TALK TO YOU, KYUHYUN!”
She ran outside, and Kyuhyun followed her pace. She crossed the street when suddenly a bright flash of white was in front of her. She was pushed towards the other side, and all she could remember was the blast of a car’s horn, the screeching sound of tires, and the sound of her name. She looked at what happened and as she stood up she ran towards the scene. She cried and punched the car’s hood. The driver went out and called for an ambulance. She knelt down helplessly, as she clutched the body in front of her, drenching her top and skirt with blood.