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December 15/HyunMi 11pm. I sighed as I observed the figure lying prostrate on the couch, sound asleep. He’s tired. Though I don’t get it why, because I did all the scaling and he did nothing but just stay put and silent the whole time we worked. You know, a good working environment really contributes to the quality of your work and how you do it. I miss the times when we were cracking eggshells for our eggshell painting while we kept on sassing at each other. Our skirmishes with the pillows. Him bossing me around, but most of the time, I do all the bossing. I clenched my fist in frustration. It’s all my fault. I went to the bedside table and got my laptop. I placed it on the table of the receiving area and I sat on the floor. So my back was on Kibum who was lying on the couch,  deeply asleep. A while ago I proposed to my sister a video-chat, and soon enough, after I’ve turned on my lappy we were online. “Heyy HyunMi!” unnie looked like she was in the hospital. It was obvious from her background.“Hi unnie,” I waved back at her image.“Where’s Key?”In a hustle, I said, “We didn’t talk for a long time and you’re going to look for him?” I suggested jokingly.“Nah, just making sure that he’s doing his job. HEY KEY! YOU THERE?” she yelled over.“Shhh! Unnie you’re going to wake him up!”She rolled her eyes. “Are you working on the project now?”I bobbed my head. “Ne.”“Good luck then. Hey sis, I have a question.”Uh-oh. “What is it?” I widened my eyes, like I was anticipating for it.“Are you okay there?”In most circumstances I’m scared of lying, especially to my sister, but now I just had to pull off another acting. “Well, unnie, I’m fine, if not good.”“Why so?”“Time to change the topic. I’m worried about you and umma.”My sister sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you not to worry about us?”“You can’t blame me.”“I know. it’s just that…” she caressed the screen of her computer.“You’re in the hospital.” I stated, out of the blue.“Why, yes I am.”“Tell me” sternly.She pursed her lips in hesitation, but told what was wrong. Key ~I was awaken by the sound of sobbing next to me. When I turned my head, I was surprised when I made out a curly haired head. She was video calling with her sis.The light coming from her laptop was the only illumination in the dark room.  “Well, unnie…you should’ve told me that long ago.”“But HyunMi—“ HyunJi noona tried.“No! you don’t understand! I have the right to know, too!”“I’m sorry, dear,”HyunMi wiped her tears. “How long has it been there?”“About…about a month ago,”“Well, you should had it checked! It may be too late now!”“Don’t yell! We’re trying our best, HyunMi. Know that. It’s not just you having a hard time. We are, too.”“P-please..unnie…please let me come home,”Noona vehemently disagreed. “No. HyunMi. Just a little more. Have faith in the doctors. They say umma will be okay,”“And I won’t be okay unless I’ve talked to her.”“You will. Soon.”“But—“ HyunMi ended up yelling nasty insults, which made me confused whether it was addressed to the laptop or her sister. Her sister unexpectedly hung up. She shut close the laptop and was about to hurl it to the direction in front of her, but I held it in the nick of time.“Oh no you don’t,”Her head side-snapped and there it was again—after what seemed a very long time of not seeing it, I saw her “crying face”. Her hair scattered stickily in almost all sections across her face, her puffed eyes.“Hyun—“The laptop fell on the floor, and she dashed to the door. And after twenty minutes of debating with myself, I was sagacious enough to follow her. and where I found HyunMi?Right where we had our first “moment”. “Hey,” I stood before her.She didn’t even look up.“Aren’t you getting tired of crying?” I queried, dropping hints of sarcasm here and there.No answer.“Moon HyunMi.”“WHAT.” A muffled answer in a broken voice.“I thought you were better than that.”She uncovered herself and looked at me, her glares striking. “Well, I’m sorry if I cannot live up to your expectations! I’m sorry if I’m weak! I’m sorry if I’m stupid! And I’msorry—“ she stood up. “--FOR BEING A WHORE.” It may have been unmanly on my part, but…  I slapped her. Seriously, I slapped her.She annoyed me past bearing, so I'm blameless. “STUPID DUMMY. QUIT BEING CHILDISH, WILL YOU? CRYING WON’T SOLVE ANYTHING!”She recovered faster than I expected. “Well, you don’t know a thing because you don’t care!”“DAMMIT.” And I was too tired to think of any wicked insults to say to her that I just followed up my harsh act a second ago with a rather sweet one.  “Kibum-ah…” she stifled a hic, her sniffles concealed in my shoulder.“If you’re going to say I’m sorry ever again, I swear, I’ll throw in the garbage every morsel of chocolate you have in the fridge,” I threatened, my hand pressing her head on my shoulder, urging her to cry some more.“I…”“I’m sorry, HyunMi.” And upon my word, you won’t get hurt like this again. I added mentally.Her crying got harder, that I can’t deny, I may have shed a tear or two, myself. I knew we were going too mushy that I drew out, and held her by the shoulders. “Stop crying, seriously,” I commanded; my efforts in vain for it came out with a laugh.“Does this mean we’re friends again?”“Friends?” I scoffed sarcastically.She looked up at me, yet again troubled. I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her to me. “We’re lovers, babo,” I said in the lowest tone I could ever afford. If she heard it I didn’t know, and I also don’t want to know, but all I knew is that she returned the embrace and chuckled. “Hear, hear, babo.” --------------------------------------------------------------------aww that sucks men. they made up ><*imitates Dr. Doofenshmirtz'svoice* y-you know a-actually I didn't want them to make up because I didn't know how to write it but here you go, faith in HyunKey: restored! by the way, you guys DO know what 'hear,hear" means, right? if you don't Google it up or ask me. LQL because I didn't know how HyunMi would reply to what Kibum said XDoh yeah the B2st fanfic that I've been talking about has finally been encoded! because my hands were turning really itchy I couldn't take it anymore so I typed it if you wanna read it go ahead, but it's a hundred and eighty degrees different from AMHM. it's a WHOLE LOT crappier. you have been fairly warned. need I say more?