Not Him

1

Note: All points of view from Choi Hyunjin

Not a second did my eyes escape from that name. He's so. handsome! Ah no! Not just that. He is also very friendly and kind. I don't really know him very well, but that's all I can see from the way he interacts with other people.

Name it, Lee Donghae. He is my senior at this college. He's about two years above me. What makes me like him, he's so nice. And also handsome of course.

A girl suddenly spilled a drink onto her shirt, ” sorry sunbae. I was not intentionally. I'm really sorry.” He looks panicked and tries to wipe Donghae's dirty clothes with his handkerchief.

“Gwenchana. It will also dry itself.” He said with a smile. He's not angry at all. Aigo was truly a good-natured prince.

“Hyunjin! Yep! Choi Hyunjin!” Jiyoo shook her hand in front of me. I immediately brushed it off. “what the fuck are you? Just interrupt!” I didn't care about it and stayed focused on Donghae.

“Aigo! My best friend is in love apparently.”

“ah, what the hell? I just admire him. I realized he wouldn't like me. He is very popular.” Yeah, so many girls on this campus are crazy about her. It is not impossible if he already has a lover. But until now I've never seen him holding any woman beside him. Ah, does she not have a boyfriend yet?

“then stop hoping and find a boyfriend. You wouldn't wait until he's your girlfriend, would you?” this girl, can't she keep her mouth shut? Always advising me, for a long time he could be like my oemmaku.

“rather than take care of me, you better take care of your girlfriend. Tuh, he's coming.” I pointed with my chin towards a namja who was waving at us –ah no, not us but only Jiyoo like her. Jiyoo waved back at the namja with a cheerful smile.

“Yes! it's so fun that you guys chat until you don't tell me. I'm tired of knowing how to keep screaming.” Namjachingu Jiyoo was directly sitting next to Jiyoo and immediately he immediately downed the juice that I had not even touched at all. It's as if he.

“ya! Kim Heechul! You're this really-“

“apa?” I'm not done talking he's been staring at me fiercely. I'm a whistleblower. Why is he the one who scolded me?

“aniyo.. forget.”

“what are you guys talking about? Talking about me?” heechul asked with high confidence.

“mwo? Sorry, yes, we better gossip about ddangkoma who will soon mate with African-Amsterdam tortoise (?) rather than talking about you.”

PLOTS UP!

“Yes! Kim Heechul! Don't hit my head like this. later I become stupid.” I stroke my head that is casually clipped by him.

“you are already stupid, right? who knows, that way you can restore the position of your brain that shifted to its original place.”

I was preparing to issue a reply to a fight with him, but Jiyoo was trying to mediate us. “already oppa. Don't fight with him. Poor Hyunjin, what if later his brain is more problematic?” Mwo's? I thought he would defend me. It turns out they're the same.

“ok, okay. I'm not in the mood to fight with him either.” He said as if I had asked him to fight.

“who also likes to fight with you?” ketus.

“ya! call me oppa! I'm older than you. Basic do not know yourself.”

I just kept quiet and didn't want to touch her anymore. Pretending not to listen seems better than my mouth tired of serving it.

“you pretended not to hear me?” start him again. I don't want to make a fuss with him anymore.

“what if I don't want to call you oppa? You don't deserve to call oppa.” For sure after this he will scold me, or at least my head will be targeted.

Oh, but it didn't. He even smiled proudly. “ya, it is true. I don't think you're calling oppa, I'll look five years younger than you.”

“MWO?” Aigos.. Where the hell did Jiyoo find a namjachingu like him? Must have been a pick-up on the street (?)

“excuse me. excuse me. sorry, I was accidentally.” Several times I bumped into people walking along the corridor, and several times I also apologized to them.

It's grim! Really bad! I'm 30 minutes late. Kyaa! How'this? this is all because Minho asked me to play Playstation last night. Just watch out for you Choi Minho! He's a really shitty dongsaeng. It made me have to treat him for losing a game, and this morning he didn't wake me up. When I woke up he had left for school.grr. whereas I told him to wake me up if I was bad luck. I can't expect Appa either, because he's as bad as me.

Hah, now I just know what it's like to suffer a life without oemma. Usually it's the oemma that will wake me up if I wake up late –even with a splash of water that might make me take a bath in bed, or even with a shrill voice that is even more powerful than the alarm belonging to spongebob though. Since two days ago oemma went to grandma's house in Daegu. She said Grandma was sick, and she stayed there. So I was left with Appa and Minho at home, and it can be ascertained as long as the house will be chaotic.

Just try if I have a private jet, surely I do not need to be tired of chasing buses and roaming to campus like this.

“Yes! watch out!” a cleaning service man was hysterically screaming at me who was galloping towards him. He was mopping the floor.

THE DUAKK!

Too late, I have slid successfully and now can only moan in pain. aigo... is my bone broken? I swear, it hurts so much.

Some people around here laugh at me. It looks like they're excited to see a free circus show. Instead of helping, laugh at the suffering of others. How they.

“you're okay?” a soft, not-so-familiar sound was caught by my auditory radar, and an outstretched hand was ready to help me stand up. I looked up to see who the good-natured person was, and that very second my heart seemed to want to jump out –if only my heart had legs.

I'm dreaming, right? dreamlike. Tell me it's a dream!

“agashi.. Are you okay?” a very melodious voice –according to my hearing-it asked again, making me realize that this is not a dream. I immediately welcomed her hand so that I could wake up from this extremely embarrassing position.

“kamsahamnida.” I said thank you while slightly bowing my body.

“cheonmaneyo.” Reply with a smile. kya! I could faint if he kept smiling like that.

“you're okay, right?” he asked again, worried.

“nde, it's okay. It didn't hurt at all.” I nodded in lie. How can I be okay after sliding like a superman who failed to land like before?

“thank goodness. Then.. clean your wound with this. afterwards you have to treat it.” he stretched out an object from his pocket. He gave me a handkerchief. And again, does he care about me? I think I dreamt of durian fall last night.

“kam.sa..ham.ni.da..” I don't know why my voice stammered, that's all I forced my voice to come out.

“cheonmaneyo says. No need to thank until it is repeated so.”

“ya. thank you.” I can only smile stupidly at him. He must think I'm a freak.

“ya already then. I'm first yeah, see you!” he smiled and then walked away opposite to my goal. I could only look at his back that was getting further away until it was nowhere to be seen anymore.

I patted my cheek hard, to make sure once more. It hurts! It means it's not a dream. Maybe I should thank Minho, because thanks to him I got late and fell - skated - so helped by a LEE DONGHAE.

It seems like I should record today as a historical day on my calendar. Keke..

My phone rang, and after I saw the message from Jiyoo.

*‘Heh, where are you anyway? Don't know if the class has started since? Die you!’*

That's how the message is. And that made me realize one thing. I'm really late.

Sure enough, when we got to the room all were busy paying attention to the lecturer who taught in front. I just grinned and bowed apologetically, thank goodness I was still allowed in.

I was either crazy or something, but Lee Donghae's face just kept on filling my mind. I can't concentrate. Damnit damnit! What the hell is wrong with me? Since then, that's all I had in my head.