Attraction. (1/1)

October 21 HyunMi’s mind Finally. Our teach-me-how-to-use-oil-paint sessions are now over. On my opinion, Kibum is way worse than my middle school physical education teacher. He was brutal to the tenth power.I was in the lobby watching some music show, and it was  said that SHINee was to have a special performance. Since I had nothing to do, I didn’t mind watching it. It was live.The MC announced that they were to perform next. Shown on the TV, the studio blacked-out and then it revealed the five of them, one by one. They were all handsome. Especially Taemin. Kibum already figured out I had a crush on his so-called ‘son’, and he accuses me of pedophilia. Me? A pedo? Excuse me? I have a crush on Taemin because he can be cute, sexy, and pretty. Or all of the above at the same time. Dammit, why’s he prettier than me anyway? The screen showed my partner and whoa. He changed 180 degrees onstage. Like he’s not the annoying diva I meet most of the time. Yes, he was handsome, and it almost made me want to swoon and flip on the chair.“Kibum-ah, don’t make me have a crush on you,” I said to the TV jokingly, and chuckled. “I heard that,” said a male voice nearby.“M-MAX CHANGMIN?!” I gasped.“OPPA. Call me oppa, you impolite twerp,” He gave me a noogie. Hard. “Changmin-OPPA,”“O…o-ppa,” I said in a small voice, and fixed my hair.He sat beside me. I moved a foot away.He got the remote control and minimized the volume. “Talk to me, HyunMi-ssi.”“About?”“About anything. We don’t really get to talk, do we?”I rolled my eyes. You can never take my being grouchy from me. “Yeah,”“So tell me, HyunMi-ssi, what do you like most about Key?”“Why is everybody so curious about what I think of him?”“Are you going to answer me or not?” he retorted, in an answer-me-right-or-you’re-screwed tone that I stiffened, and replied—“What, the physical or his personality?”“Hmm. The physical first,”I, unexpectedly, thought about this for a while, hand on chin. “His eyes.”He nodded. “Why?”“E-eh? I—uh… nothing, they’re just attractive.”“Oh, really?” and I heard him grumble, “and that’s also what he brags about.” He cleared his throat. “In terms of attitude, what do you like about him?”I tilted my head sidewards, thinking. For some reason I didn’t mind getting interviewed about my partner. “I can see myself in him, and oftentimes, we quarrel, but what I like about him…he’s…thoughtful,”“How so?”“Like once, when I told him I was a bit scared of going out of the house because I’m not really familiar here—““--you’re not familiar? Why? Where do you live?”“Los Angeles,” I answered modestly.He nodded his head slowly as he made this info sink in. “Okay. Go on,”“So, yeah. He found the map I have been keeping and told me where are the best places to shop. He reminded me to always keep my phone intact, my wallet in the bag, and most importantly pick fashionable clothes that suit me or he’ll sew me. I was already thinking if he’d let me call him ‘umma’. also…” I trailed off, remembering the first time he saw me in a more personal way. When he overheard me and my unnie talking over the phone, when he knew of umma’s condition. It reeled back to me so vividly, that a feeling sprang up, saying that I want more. “Oh,” I snapped as I went back to reality. “That. He’s thoughtful.” I ended my statement, afraid what my honesty is going to slip out next.“Has it ever crossed your mind that you might like him?” oppa said, with a hint of teasing.I was enjoying this conversation, but it made me sad that I had to turn this guy down on this one. “No; like I said we argue most of the time, and he’s not exactly my type to fall for...” My words slowed down on the last clauster of the sentence, like something inside me was opposing the idea.“Hmm-mm.” oppa just nodded his head, evidently disappointed.“But, sure, a lot of people tell me he’s lovable in his own way. Who knows, I might fall for him,” I shrugged, without my mind’s permission. HOLY CATS. WHAT WAS I SAYING? I gave myself a very strong mental slap.“Hah,” oppa snickered. “Gotcha,” he winked.“WHAT? I mean—n-n-n-n-n-no! I-I was just kidding!” I wrung my hands infront him.“OH, LOOK. HyunMi-ssi. They were just done performing!” he pointed out.“Yeah…and?”“You know what this means?” he grinned widely, and he made it sound purely evil.“What?”He fished out his phone from his pocket, and started punching in a number.“I know what you’re gonna do…” I laughed, but it sounded stiff. “Ya, don’t bother him. He’s still tired!” I was reaching for his phone, but he was shielding himself with a pillow. “Don’t—““Wait, wait. Ah, hello? Yeah, Key! How’s the performance today? Ohh… listen, HyunMi here has something to tell you—““—KIBUM! WHATEVER HE SAYS, DON’T BELIEVE IT!” I yelled over the phone, hoping that my voice would be heard. OHMIGOSH DON’T LET WHAT I SAID REACH HIM! That moment, Key’s mindOur performance ended, and as soon as we got to the dressing-room my phone rang.“Yobosseyo?”“Ah, hello?”“Changmin-hyung?”“Yeah, Key! How’s the performance today?”I could hear loud noises from his background.“It was fine, hyung—““Ohh… listen! HyunMi here has something to tell you—““KIBUM! WHATEVER HE SAYS, DON’T BELIEVE IT!”“What-what-what?” I couldn’t understand what he was talking about, and I was looking for something in my bag. My attention was being divided. Just in time, Taemin passed by and I passed the phone to him. “Taemin-ah, can you please talk to this first?”“Who is it, hyung?”“It’s your HyunMi-noona,” I said, and he took the phone. Taemin’s mind!!!!“Uh… hello?”“Ki-Kibum-ah! Ah…wait, who is this?”“It’s Taemin, HyunMi-noona.”“Oh?” I heard a sigh, then a giggle. “Hey Taeminnie! Wazzup?”“Um, we were just done performing—““—Oh, yeah! I just saw you. Nice performance, by the way. Listen, is your Kibum-hyung there?” Noona calls hyung ‘Kibum’? wow, they must be really close.“Ne, but he’s a little busy right now—““—Oh, good! I mean, okay. Just tell him that I called, okay?” I could hear unnecessary noises coming from her background; it was a voice I was sure I heard before. It was nagging. It suddenly yelled over the phone, “I LOVE YOU!”“Okay noo—““--SHUT THE HELL UP!” Noona yelled.“Noona! I’m so sorry!”“Oh, no! no no no! It wasn’t you, dear. And oh, by the way, I’ll visit you guys soon, alright? Seeyou’kaythanksbye.” Then she ended the call.I returned the phone to hyung, still fazed.“What did she say?” hyung asked.“Uh…she said she’ll visit us soon.”“Nothing else?”I shook my head. But what was with all the ruckus? That night, HYUNMIIIIIIIIWell, that was awkward. Was all I could think of as Kibum went out the door.Okay, so here’s the recap:“Noodle-head.”“Um. Yes?”“Why’d you call a while ago?”“Huh? Uh… oh. It wasn’t my idea.”“Um, okay. So it was Changmin-hyung’s? But why? He said you wanted to tell me something,”I removed all hesitation and nonchalantly answered, “Ah, he was just teasing me. Saying that I have a crush on you,” then I resumed my looking for a book on the shelf. After a minute I noticed that he was silent. I turned my head.I just saw him there, sitting, staring blankly into space, totally pale.“Hey,” I called.His eyes flicked, then stood up, got his bag, then left the room without another word.  Well, awkward indeed.------------------------------------------------------------------------------guess I'll have to spoil you guys a bit. HYUNMI'S VISITING THEM NEXT CHAPTER!!!!11111111!!!!!one!11eleven HAHAHAHAHA Ktnxbye