CHAPTER 5

Back to the normal story!

“Oppa, th-this is Minhee,” she said, nervously speaking into her phone. She had called her elder brother, Minho. She figured that he was searching for her, and she felt obliged to call him, and try to redeem herself.

“I fuc- I mean freaking know, Minhee, I have your number saved! Where on Earth are you?” he shouted, trying to mask the slip of his tongue. He gripped onto the cellphone before wedging it in between his shoulder and head, driving simultaneously. (A/N: Don’t drive while using your phone, OK?)

Minhee told him the street she was currently at, before expressing her matter of concern.

“Oppa, I’m with Lee Jinki,” she said.

“Oh? You don’t want to marry him, but you run to him for solace?” he replied, riddled with annoyance.

Minhee shook off what he said and got back to the point.

“He’s like, dead,” she said, without thinking.

Minho would’ve faced the same plight had there been a car in front of him. Her words sent a jolt of shock through him, making him drop his phone and apply the brakes.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Minhee?” he said, this time, not minding his language.

“I- I- mean, he’s not really dead, per se, but he’s unconcious,” she said, reprimanding herslef for shocking her brother.

Minho was finding it hard to understand, but he tried to make out more.

“What exactly happened to him?” he said, waiting for a reply, before he saw her standing near a small alley, evidently frightened and worried.

He frantically rushed out of his car. Minhee was quick to talk.

“I came here and I just found him like this,” she said, motioning towards Jinki.

Minho checked for his pulse, and tried to wake him up. He was stirring, but he found it difficult to fully regain conciousness.

Minho shook his head in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you take him to the hospital or something? What if it’s really serious?” he said, hoisting Jinki onto his back. He tossed Minhee the keys to his car, which she unlocked, before sitting beside Jinki’s body, as Minho resumed driving.

For a long time, it was silent.

All Minho could think about was how annoyed he was. She runs away, comes back with an unconcious fiancee, and doesn’t even think to try and help him. But he had a soft spot for her as well. It was hard trying to encompass one feeling- he was mad, but it didn’t overwhelm him, because of that guilty feeling deep inside- he loved her, and didn’t want to be angry at her.

The only thing that was going on in Minhee’s mind was Minho’s words.

“Why didn’t you take him to the hospital or something? What if it’s really serious?”

 She couldn’t believe herself. She had acted so- stupidly. She admited that she was initially shocked and din’t know what to do- her mind was blank. But after she regained her nerves, she should have checked for any more bruises, and called the hospital first. Not Minho!

But the way she ran away, without listening to anyone. She was affected by that as well. Minhee was usually very prim, and prpoer, and while she had a way of charming people into doing what she wanted, she always followed he parents’ instructions. Most of the time. She was pained about everything- the truth about Minho, and the marriage, and her break up with Kibum. And especially, about how Jinki had asked her if she really wanted to get married.

Minho rushed Jinki into the hospital while Minhee called his parents.

The doctors could quickly make out his condition, and assured them all that he would stir in a few hurs time. Save for a couple of nasty bruises, he was alright.

Minho then phoned his own parents, understanding that Minhee would not want to, at that moment.

He glanced at Minhee, who was awkwardly sitting near him, cracking her knuckles.

“So, I guess I’m sorry,” he said, quietly, trying to get her to talk.

“So am I,” she quickly replied. She had been trying to get that out of her ever since they climbed into his car- but Minhee hated saying sorry, and thank you.

Minho chuckled. “I guess you’re happy he’s hurt. You can stall this marriage stuff for some time,” he said.

Minhee gulped. “I’ll marry him,” she said, now frntically cracking her knuckles over and over again.

“Are you sure?” he replied, evidently taken aback. He was ready to forgive her, and tell her that it was OK if she didn’t want to marry him. He never thought she would give in, and so fast.

Minhee fervently nodded, trying to avoid her brother’s gaze.

Minho patted her on the back. “You don’t have to, Minhee,” he said.

“No, no. I will. He’s- he’s nice.”

“I think you should go in and talk with him.”

Minhee reluctantly got up and peeped through the door to his ward.

“Oh, hi,” he said, fully awake. He was obviously waiting for someone to walk through those doors.

Minhee’s stomach flipped over a million times. She could literally have just vomited all over the hospital’s floor.

“Yeah,” she said, awkwardly walking in.

“So, thanks a lot.”

“Thanks? Thanks for what?”

“You know, for saving me?”

“Ooh, oh yeah. Yeah, it’s OK.”

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-Silence-.

Minhee was squirming inside, trying to think of a way to bring up the marriage. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to marry her. But she had decided that it was her duty to honour her parent’s decisions. Moreover, she wasn’t dating anyone at the present, and wasn’t planning to, and, Jinki seemed nice. She liked it when boys showed their vulnerability- a very twisted way of thinking, but she didn’t over manly, fake boys.

“So, how did you get hurt?” she asked, dropping the marriage for some time. She figured that was less important.

Jinki was contemplating on what his answer to this question was to be all through that unbearable silence they encountered. He decided to go with the truth. He stll was undecided on whether he was willing to marry her or not, so, until then, it was fair to tell her anything wthout hiding it. She couldn’t judge- she barely knew him.

“This guy beat me up,” he said. “Because I went on a date with his girlfriend,” he added, not waiting for her response.

“Oh,” she said.

The whole situation was incredibly delicate, and Minhee was completely incompetent with such situations. She would either just cry, or start stuttering profusely. Usually it was the former, and this time, she did indeed feel like crying. But she had to mask that, because- she didn’t know. But crying in front of him seemed out of the question. Instead, she did something even she couldn’t believe.

“Why don’t you go out on a date with me?”

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KEKEKE short chapter, because I felt bad but didn’t have time. So, will Jinki say yes, or no?

 

 

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