Post-war. (1/1)

Key’s POVAfter that quarrel, we became closer to each other. A wall between us broke down which, in the beginning, I didn’t know even existed. Of course I was happy. And I warrant that she is, too. We spoke to each other in a more carefree way, yes, even more carefree than we used to. She cares more about me now; she’d call me randomly, asking what I was doing, if I have eaten, and whatnot. We seem to be playing the roles of ‘umma and kid’ every day, switching roles depending upon the course of circumstances. She became more submissive, asking me for my opinion about things, and though the perpetual “Kibum-ah” annoys me, it made me glad that HyunMi finally found herself comfort in my presence. That I’m not just Almighty Key, the famous guy everyone knows, but I am Kibum, Kim Kibum, her friend. She’s alone here, not and also literally, she’s away from her family and her mom’s sick. HyunMi is tough and can take care of herself. But just like what So Eul-noona said, she is fragile.She also visited the dorm again, and this time cooked for us. She took her revenge on them (they dared me, remember?) by serving food—no,  she did not put poison in them—but just put on chili on the soup she made more than what an average person can handle. We’re used to spicy food, but HyunMi was too evil.Looking at the calendar, the six days’ dates looked like holes to me. I didn’t know what I did during that, or better yet, how I even survived. And most certainly, I don’t want it to happen again.Oh, wait. Who am I kidding. She’ll leave soon. I better not get attached too much.As I entered the West Wing she was the first one I saw among the throng that was in the lobby. When she saw me her bored face lit up, and my preceding thought was immediately kicked by a certain happy feeling.“Kibum-ah!” she waved.“Key-ssi,” So Eul-noona and Kikwang-hyung greeted.“Ne. hello,” I replied, and placed the big box on the table.“What’s…that?” HyunMi eyed it.“Pizza. For a change. You eat bonbons too much you look like one,” I responded. Hyung and noona laughed.“I do? Aww, Kibum-ah!” HyunMi touched her face all over.“Yeah.” I smirked. “Now move. I’m going to sit.”She did. I opened the box and got a piece, and put it near her mouth. “Hey I have hands—“ her protest got cut off as I stuck it in her mouth.She was saying something. “Meh mon mo mat anen ehm moma met mok,”“Ya don’t talk while you’re mouth is full I can’t understand anything!” I then turned to Noona and Hyung. “Have your bite,” I invited them.“I said ‘don’t do that again I’m gonna get choked’,” HyunMi grouched while holding her chest.“Oh yeah, pizza!” Changmin-hyung together with Seongjin entered. They got themselves slices.We watched TV while munching, quite being carried away by the football match we were viewing. When the other team scored they cheered, and under the noise HyunMi said to me, “Kibum-ah you saw my painting?”“What painting?”“I’ll show you. Come on,” we excused ourselves from them, and went out to go to the gallery. “Hurry!” she said, holding my hand as she led me along the corridor.We stopped in front of an abstract painting of a mother holding a baby. “What do you think?” She pressed my hand.I smiled. “It’s beautiful. But hey, why does the mother look like you?”She laughed, and let go of my hand. “That’s how I picture umma and baby brother together,” she sighed dreamily, looking at the painting like it was her own family’s picture hanging on the wall. “Besides…that’s how I want my future son to look like,” she smiled at me.“What, you want your kid to look like an abstract painting?”“Of course not!” she punched my arm.“Ow!”She sighed, and continued eyeing the picture. Instead of looking at the painting, I looked at the painter. I noticed that her features were better now; her hair’s longer than before, her bangs more obvious, and her cheekbones got more defined. She looks prettier.Then a voice called out from inside the house, “Everyone! Gather in the East Wing lobby!”“That’s Miss Lee. Let’s go.” HyunMi said and grabbed my arm.We stopped by at the West Wing first, and HyunMi said as she opened the door, “Guys, miss Lee said to gather in the East Wing lobby.” While she was saying it, her grip became loose, and as it did, I took the chance and slyly slid my hand to hold hers.She turned to me and furrowed her brows. “What do you think you’re doing?”I smiled. “What?”“Tsk. Nothing,” and we went to the East Wing together, hand in hand.