Oh ~ Jonghyun! (1/1)

Chapter 8: “OMG! Oh My God! What did I just say to her? Why am I so stupid? I blame you, Kim Jonghyun! You're stupidity rubbed off on me somehow!” Key was freaking out and pointing fingers, but what the Hell? Don't point your fingers at me! I'm innocent.“Mercy, Kibum! It's not my fault that you let a girl slip out of your hands. What happened to that mature, sophisticated Kim Kibum that left the plane? Did he decide to go back to Korea?” Really, honest to God, I'm teasing him, but he always take things way too seriously.I can see it on his face that he's offended. Walking right up, under my nose, he snapped his finger in Z-formation. “Nah-ah, Kim Jonghyun! You do not have present yourself to me with that attitude.”“What are you gonna do? Kill me with your spit?!” Darn it! I blame my competitive personality. When Key gets angry, you suck it up like a man and take it, you don't freakin' argue back! What was I thinking? Thank God before Key could sack me or anything, Onew stepped in just in time to save my life.“Yo, guys! Calm down! There's a girl in the washroom right now, who's probably crying her eyes out, and you two are out here screaming at each other? Shouldn't you, especially you Key -” Success! Onew toss a look that made Key immediately lose the flare in his eyes. “-be figuring out a way to cheer her up?”Just then, Avalon walked out of the doors leading to the washroom. I can tell that she's feeling the tension flowing in the room. Minho was selling Key out, nudging him forwards, but Key stood his ground and kept his feet cemented onto the tile floors. This time Minho pushed harder, and Key came tumbling towards Avalon's breasts. He straightened himself.“You're not upset are you?” What is Key thinking? Should she be happy that you called her an attention-whore? And you're the one to say I'm stupid; believe me Kim Kibum, you'll never hear the last of this! Avalon smiles, lightening the entire room with her radiance of positivity. She flicks the hair out of her face, revealing her eyes; they're not bloodshot, meaning she wasn't crying in the washroom! That's one hell of a girl. “Why would I be upset?” Is this all just a cover? Staring at her, it sure doesn't seem like it.“You don't mind me calling you an attention-whore?” Key seemed slightly weirded out. Shouldn't he be relieved that she's not bitch-slapping him across the face? Or maybe it's Key's ego talking to him. He's probably thinking that the girl should be crying and all over him right now, begging for a second chance.“Not at all. Like you said, you don't like me. So why would I give a shit as to what you think of me?” The tension that left merely seconds ago is slowly surfacing again. “Oh look our cakes are here. Come Kibum-oppa, I'll feed you.” Is she going to stab Key with a fork? Is she going to stuff the entire piece of cake down his throat so he'll choke to death? But really, nothing happened. She sincerely fed him the piece of cake. But what was with that last part? The tone sounded kinda sour; was she going to lose her cool? But she didnt... Avalon, you are one fascinating female figure.The raindrops were pitter-pattering on the window of the café, and a distance away in the horizon, I could see dull flashes of light descending from the dark sky, then followed by a deep rumble. I doubt we're leaving any time soon, considering that a storm is brewing outside now. The café is relatively quiet now, and quite spacious; except for the crew, there were only a couple of strangers lingering around, probably also waiting for the storm to die down. The lightshow is absolutely breathtaking; it reminds me of those lasershow displays that happen before our appearance in concerts. And the rain. I've been taking notice of the sounds of raindrops ever since I was young; it's amazing. Every time there's a storm, the rhythm of the falling rain is never the same. Some day, I'm going to create an entire composition using the beats the rain make upon the window of my grandfather's room. That's where I write almost all my songs. After his death, I only thing I've inherited was that room, but what a room it is. That room simply has some sort of magical inspirational power. Looking out onto the streets, it was nearly empty. The streetlights cast an eerie glow onto the sidewalk. Standing under that eerie glow was a girl. The bus stop had no shelter, and she was sheltering herself underneath a blood-rouge leather jacket; even under that jacket, and almost in complete darkness I could recognize her. It's the same girl I saw earlier today. That turquoise bra is even more noticeable now that her beige t-shirt's wet. Her wet latex shorts wrapped tightly against her skin, boasting that bubble-ass of hers. What the Hell, Jonghyun? What the Hell am I doing?I turn my back on the window, and walk briskly towards the entrance. “Hey, Mr. Waiter-man, guy, sir, do you have an umbrella by any chance?” He pointed to a rack off to the side, with a dozen umbrellas that has the café's logo printed onto it. I run out, with the umbrella in my hand. I quickly dash to the bus stop on the other side of the street. I'm completely soaked.“Hey, you remember me? I'm that guy that bumped into you today.” I can barely open my eyes without having the rainwater flooding them.“What?! Who are you?” Did water get into her ears too? The rain came in torrents, the water pouring down on us like a showerhead. Luckily, it wasn't too cold. The rain is actually quite refreshing.“Dongsaeng, I'm the guy that made you drop your music sheets.”“Oh, I remember you... yeah, that son of a bitch.” Then suddenly it seemed as though she was hit hard with her epiphany. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT NOW?! WHY ARE YOU STALKING ME?!”“I'm not stalking you, Un-Hee! I was up in the café and I saw you down here at the bus-stop, without an umbrella, and I thought you might need one.”“How stupid can you be? You have an umbrella with you, and you don't use it. Instead, you decide to stand in the rain and soak yourself to the core.” She has a point. “Oh come on! Don't just fucking stare at your umbrella.” She demandingly grabs it out of my hand. “You needa open the damn thing so that it actually covers us; just holding it in your hands isn't going to do crap.”“You know, you should go up to the café with me. Get yourself dried first before you catch a cold.”Even in the deafening pattering of the rain, I can hear the underlying unwelcoming tone in her voice. “What's it to you if I do catch a cold?! Just go, and leave me alone. Buh-bye!” I couldn't lift my feet off the ground, something just makes me want to stay. “What?! Do you want your umbrella back? So you decided to come down here holding your umbrella in your hand, see how much my life sucks, then go back up to some heated room and leave me here umbrella-less?”“No. Not at all, you got it all wrong. I just... I just have something else for you.” I pull a couple of sheets of paper out from the the back pockets of my jeans. “These are...?”“Oh, those are the remaining sheets of music that you didn't pick up from the park. I thought it would be a waste to let your hardwork go with the wind, so I collected all the extra sheets which were lying around. Hope you don't mind.”Our conversation becomes silent; the storm becomes our background music. “Er... thanks. Um... I think you should go back up to the café; I'll be fine with an umbrella. You'll catch a cold with no jacket on.” I didn't hesitate to run back across the street, but I give her a final wave goodbye, which she reciprocates, and I proceed into the entrance again.  And we're back to Jonghyun! As you can see, I'm experimenting with different writing styles, but I haven't yet found one I'm absolutely comfortable writing in, so please bear with me D; Next chapter, I'm going to attempt writing in the perspective of Marisa again - and yes, I do expect a twist coming up around the corner; I'll be sure to tell you, when it does occur.