Chapter 35: Ex-boyfriend

Fahami's POV:

Honestly, I was not interested in talking to Hyunsu, but we were classmates. If I wouldn't show up then he might be hurt or think me as an arrogant bitch. Moreover, he once carried me to my home even though it was his fault in the first place that sprained my ankle.

When I walked closer to the entrance door, I found Hyunsu waiting for me. I tried to look polite, "Hi." and smiled.

He returned me the same smile and said, "Hey."

I went direct to the point, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

He looked a bit nervous as he was rocking on his heel, "I was wondering if you could help me with the assignment." He scratched his neck sheepishly and grinned at me.

How could I say no? Sure, he liked me and I didn't like him back, but that didn't mean I should have turned down him when he was seeking for help.

"Y-yeah, sure." I tried to sound gentle.

He looked happy at my agreement and grinned brightly, "Cool, I will text you then."

Taesung POV:

Since the launch time hit, I had been looking at the entrance restlessly to see her.

This new feeling was taking over everything. I was in love with her. Wow! Even I was shocked to know what would be her reaction when she would know? Still, I had to tell her. I had to tell her how I felt for her, how much she meant to me, how much I wanted her love. The only problem was, she might not feel the same for me. What would I do then? What would I do if I express my feelings to her, and she turns me down.

My insecurity vanished the moment she stepped in the restaurant and her eyes desperately searched for me.

' She loves me too, maybe she doesn't acknowledge. Maybe she doesn't realize that she just doesn't like me as her younger brother. There's more than that. Because the way her eyes shines when our eyes meet, it says everything.'

That's because when her eyes found me and our gaze locked, she welcomed me with her breathtaking smile. I couldn't help but smile too.

' Of course, she loves me. Otherwise, she wouldn't cry like that when she learned about my misery, she wouldn't risk her own safety to keep me safe. And I am definitely going to make her realize.'

I went to her after she and her friend took their seats and asked what they would like to eat.

After we returned from our class and work in the evening, I found our fridge empty.

"Noona, we ran out of groceries." I yelled from the kitchen.

She was in the bathroom. I could hear the water hitting the tile. I bet she didn't hear a single thing I said.

When I heard her coming out of the bathroom, I once again said, "Noona, we ran out of groceries. The fridge is empty."

She was wiping the water drops that lingered on her skin.

' Her beautiful, creamy, smooth skin.'

"Taesung?" Her yelling snapped me back to the reality.

' Pervert, now you are dreaming of her skin. I wondered how it would feel to touch her skin, her golden honey skin!'

"Taesung, listen to me, will you?" She crossed her arms firmly around her chest.

' Her chest. How will it feel under....'

"Taesung, for God's sake." She screamed.

I was startled, "I am listening Lady, speak." I tried to look annoyingly frightened.

She sighed dramatically, "I said, we will buy the groceries tomorrow. I am starving now. Let's order something."

I nodded. After half an hour, the delivery man came with a large pizza and jhapchi. Noona specially ordered jhapchi for me.

We turned on the TV as we started munching our delicious meals. Noona loved pizza. I made a mental note to make it for her in the future. She loves homemade foods.

And her stupid phone decided to disturb our sweet moments as it angrily vibrated on her desk. She stood up and fetched her phone. She looked at the caller ID and her brows frowned in annoyance.

She didn't receive the call. Her phone kept vibrating restlessly. She was getting really annoyed.

After a few more minutes she received the call and yelled at the person who was on the other side. She said something in her own language that I didn't understand.

' Damn it. Why do we have to be foreigners?'

Then she started quarreling and paced across the room. She was frowning. Her voice growled thunderously, she looked really mad.

Whoever the hell was on the other side was definitely ruining our evening and making Noona mad. I wished I could understand and speak her language so that I could put some senses in that man who dared to make my girl mad.

At least I could comfort her, "Noona, is everything alright?"

She glanced at me for once, still looking like a time bomb.

But seemed like I worsened the situation. The bastard growled from the other side and started shouting at her.

I couldn't understand everything, but it seemed like he said 'Hoe' in English.

' Did he just dared to call her a hoe? Who is that bastard?'

Rage boiled in my veins and I wanted to punch that bastard badly. How dared he!

Noona roared something at him, then ended the call and switched off her cell phone. She threw her phone and exhaled deeply.

"Fuck!" She cursed loudly.

She paced across the room, trying to calm herself. I stood there helplessly, having no clue how to calm her. Still, I had to do something. I slowly made my way to her and took her hand. Her palm felt so soft, so fragile and so small. I wanted to place a kiss on her palm but decided against it since it wasn't the right time. So I did the next best thing that I could do. I hugged her tightly and rested my chin on her head. I could sense her stiffness. I gently rubbed her back to ease the tension. It seemed to work as she loosened up and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Are you okay?" I tried to sound as gentle as I could.

She nodded and her cute little nose rubbed against my skin. I smiled and asked, "Who was bothering you?"

She stiffened in my embrace once again. She broke free and glanced at me, "An asshole I want to forget."

I frowned, "What do you mean? Why did he call you a hoe?"

She sighed, "He thought I have a man in my room. Well that's true since you are a man but he doesn't have the right to say that to me when he was a manwhore."

"What?"

She blew out a breath, "That asshole is my ex-boyfriend."

' She. Had. A. Boyfriend?'

This time it wasn't anger I felt, it was a thousand times stronger. I was sure, it was called jealousy.