Wait for me

Chapter 10 - Noona's Boy

Narrated by Donghyuk

My eyes opened and I was immediately blinded for a few seconds by the bright sunlight.

"That window..." I whispered, a little annoyed. I looked closer and noticed it was a different color. "Ugh, who changed the curtains?" I groaned, turning away and hiding behind the pillows.

Wait a minute, I lift the sheet. Why is there a white leg, almost like porcelain, next to mine? Is it a woman? I drop the sheet and slowly turn to the left.

Unable to control it, I let out a shout of disbelief and surprise.

"It can't be, I slept with..." I stop speaking, I can't even finish the sentence. It's Lee Sung Kyung!

I see it moving, I move away a little and cover my body more.

-What's wrong, Dony?

-Dony?

"Yes, Dony Dony, did you sleep well, love?" he asks affectionately. "Okay, I don't understand anything."

"Should we sleep together?" I think asking that was stupid; the answer seems very obvious.

-Ehmm yes, for years now, what's wrong?- she laughs a little. She's so beautiful that I didn't even hear what she said.

-I meant, why? How did this happen?

"Well, because we're dating, and it happened when you sang the song for the drama I acted in. We both went to one of the events, and that's where we met. We talked, we got along well, and we fell in love," she smiles, blushing. "But why are you asking these questions? Don't you remember?" she inquires, tilting her head.

"No," I blurt out, her face turning sad. "I mean, I don't really remember," I smile nervously, I still can't believe I'm talking to her, she's a noona, a happy laugh escapes me.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asks, mortified. She places her hand on my forehead and leaves it there for a moment. I can feel my cheeks getting hotter.

"You blushed," he teases, which only makes me more embarrassed. "Or do you have a fever? You're very red, you're worrying me."

"I'll be fine, I just need to take a shower," I tell him, starting to look for my boxers without uncovering myself.

-What are you doing?

-I'm looking for my clothes

-Ah, your clothes are lying on the floor, on my side of the bed, you'll have to step over me- she croons, and raises an eyebrow tempting me.

"I can't, I'm sorry," I apologize. "I still need my clothes, I'm not going to stand there naked. I could if she were any other member of iKON, but she isn't." "You can close your eyes while I go to the bathroom."

"What?" he laughs, he must think I'm playing or something. I'll have to act like I am.

-Ehmm, it's just that I feel embarrassed for you to see me- I make a sort of pout, now I really feel my face burning.

-Ohhh, can I accompany you, or are you too shy?

"I think I'm too shy this morning," he said, looking away.

"Now use the word noona," she asks playfully, and there's something more in the sparkle of her eyes. I open my eyes wide and swallow hard.

"Can you close your eyes so your boyfriend can go to the bathroom, noona?" she asked nervously.

"Ah! I love it!" she shouts and climbs on top of me. This was not the outcome I had planned.

"I wanted to go take a shower," I remind him.

"No, better yet, why don't we...?" His hand begins to move under the sheets, until it stops at my crotch. "...shower together?"

-I don't think I can do that

"Why not? Do you think you can't control yourself?" he whispers in my ear. Okay, I'm starting to like this. "What if I told you I didn't want you to?"

I shake my head and gently move it away from my body, get out of bed naked, grab my boxers and go into the bathroom.

(...)

I showered, and she did afterward, not at the same time, separately. I don't know if she was upset because I rejected her; I hope not. It's just that I couldn't do that to her. This is all very new to me, even though she says we've been dating for a long time. I don't understand what's happening.

And right now she's wearing only a shirt that seems to be mine, and I'm wearing simple pants and a t-shirt. We decided to make breakfast together, which was difficult; I couldn't concentrate, so I burned the bread several times. This didn't bother her; she even has a lovely personality. When we finished making it, we sat down at the table, and she started feeding me fruit.

"What time is it? I have to go back. Do you know where my phone is?" I ask, chewing the fruit. It's very sweet. Oh yes, and the fruit too.

"I think it's on the cabinet next to the bed," he replies. I walk over and find it; it's charging. I unplug it and unlock it. I've received a couple of messages from a personal manager. I open them, and one has today's schedule: "study, meeting, study later." The other message, which was a few minutes ago, tells me to turn on the TV and put on any news program.

Somewhat confused, I do as he says, I sit back down at the table and turn on the television in front of us.

"Sure, the boy seemed nice, but maybe he wasn't and wanted to hurt our dear Donghyuk, because just look how he hits the airport security guard," the news anchor says, pointing to the screen behind her. I move closer to the television, and a video begins to play.

"Yunhyeong?" I asked, very surprised. I saw him desperately trying to approach me while the guards held him down.

[-You know who I am, right? Don't you recognize me? I'm Yunhyeong, the one who cooks for you, and who you make fun of most of the time, remember?- he exclaims, looking at me. After this, I reply that I don't know him.]

"Why did I say that? What happened?" I turned to Lee Sung, who was also in the video.

-Because you don't know him

"Of course I know him," I reply angrily. I turn my attention back to the television and the video pauses.

"What this guy said doesn't seem to make sense, at least not to us," one of the drivers said.

"Do you think he was once the cook for the singer Donghyuk?" another one asks.

"That would explain the part where he says that he 'cooked for them,' but if that's the case, why did the singer say he didn't recognize him? And what about when he says, 'I'm the one they make fun of most of the time'?" the woman finishes speaking.

-Based on this, this Yunhyeong guy could be an old friend of Donghyuk's who's jealous of his fame, don't you think?

I can't stand it anymore and I turn off the television.

"I need to find him. Do you know what happened to him after that?" I asked, barely containing my fury. I know she's not to blame, but I can't even look at her. I'm the only one to blame. I feel so angry. I didn't recognize Yunhyeong, much less those drivers. "He's a singer. We're members of iKON..." I murmured.

-I'm sorry, honey, but I don't know what iKON is. So, do you know them? Why did you say no?

-Because I'm stupid

-Don't say that. Well, I think the police took him away. Maybe he's still at the police station. He only hit one guard, so maybe the punishment wasn't that bad.

-Were you alone?

-Well, I don't remember very well, I wasn't paying much attention, I'm sorry

-Don't apologize, I'll go to the police station. Do you know which one it is?

"No, honey, but it has to be one that's close to the airport," she replies. I nod, grab my jacket and my phone, and head for the door.

Wait, I'll come with you, let me change.

"I'll go alone, don't worry," I say as I'm leaving the apartment, closing the door behind me and walking towards the elevator.

I couldn't recognize that person on the news; it wasn't me. I would remember. What happened? Why did I turn my back on Yunhyeong? I feel so bad about myself. He's probably furious with me. I'll apologize as many times as necessary, but I don't think even that will make me forget that awful moment.

After two police stations, I finally arrived at one that gave me information about Yunhyeong, and in exchange I had to give them my autograph. I didn't think he was so famous, although I don't care now. The officer told me that the actor Chanwoo had paid his bail, and he was accompanied by two other guys, one tall and one short. I know they are Junhoe and Jinhwan.

I went to the building where we live but I didn't find them, why? Then I researched Chanwoo, found the agency he works for and went to his location.

"Hello," I greeted the guards; they seemed surprised to see me.

"Are you the singer Donghyuk?" one of them asks, smiling.

"I think so...do you want an autograph?" I ask, anticipating what they're going to ask for.

"Yes, of course," another replies, taking a pen and a small notepad out of his suit jacket pocket.

-Okay, but I need to ask you a favor. I came because I want to see Jung Chanwoo. Could you call him or let me in?

-We'll call him right now.

"Did he come?" his partner asks.

"I don't know, I'll check, it'll only take a few minutes," one of them tells me, and then runs off into the building.

"Thank you!" I shouted, smiling. "Is the autograph for your daughter, your sister, your mother?" I asked the guard who stayed behind.

"No, it's for me," he replies. "Is that strange?"

"Of course not," I reply. "Very well, what is your name?"

A few minutes later the guard returns accompanied by Chanwoo.

-Friend -muttering sorrow.

"Donghyuk? Do you remember me? Tell me yes," he pleads, sounding like he's in a lot of pain. I go over to him and just hug him. Questions and answers can wait.