Kapitel 12: Chapter 10

Junghee Pov:(ch10)

"우리 Gina-ah 진짜 예뻐 그쳐?"(our Gina is really pretty right?)" I say, nudging Vincent with my elbow as we look at her and Taesuk dance on the floor of the ballroom like a prince and princess

"우리 Gina-ah보다 우석 예뻐 (our Taesuk is more pretty)," he replies to me, smiling at the two dancing under the chandelier. I turn to Vincent and cross my arms.

"Take that back" I taunt, acting like a 4yr old.

"Why should I?" He jeers, tilting his head to the side. I take a step closer to Vincent but then my attention gets drawn to an image scurrying across the floor. "Gina?" I start, she doesn't look up from the floor and runs out of the ballroom into the curtains of the dressing room. I look back at Vincent and he waves his hands telling me to go to her. I nod at him and run off.

By the time I get in the dressing room. Gina has taken off her dress and changed into the sweatpants and t-shirt she came in.

"Gina are you doing alright? You ran outta there pretty fast..." I caution, making sure I don't step on any eggshells that could set her off.

"Chillin" she deflects. I rub the back of my neck, unsure of what to do next. Usually I was pretty good with emotions, but I don’t know her that well yet. I open my mouth to speak and she cuts me off.

"Junghee."

"Yes Gina?"

"If a boy you like had his friend hit on you, how would you address his friend?" She inquires, not looking at me while she talks. Instead, Gina packs her things

in her purse and looks in the mirror.

"Ummm...well...I'd probably tell my boyfriend first. That his friend was making me uncomfortable. The friend for sure knows you're dating?" I ask her, trying to successfully assess the situation. I may not be her best friend but I'm getting that good manager award.

"Uhhh.. I-I don't think so..." she pauses and stops fixing her hair in the body length mirror. Gina turns, looks at me, and shrugs. Grabbing her purse, she comes and pats me on my shoulder. "You know you're a good manager when you're not being needy 24/7," Gina teases. I roll my eyes and laugh at her remark. "Let's just get you home okay?" I reply. She wraps her arm around my shoulder and we walk to my car parked outside the ballroom.

We reach the car and I suddenly hear the footsteps of someone running towards us. Startled and prepared to protect my client, I push Gina behind me against the car and spread my arms out to protect her.

"형 뭐하는 거야... (Hyung what the heck?)," a low voice says, annoyed. I open my eyes and look up, whoops it's only Taesuk. Not thinking too much about Gina trying to hurry into the car behind me, I start a conversation.

"Taesuk! You did a good job on the shoot today!" I smack him on the back, and he hisses in pain. Taesuk peers around me to look at Gina, who's frantically pulling on the car handle.

"Gina? Are you okay?" Taesuk starts. I step back so I'm no longer between them.

"Great. Just eager to go home and see my BOYFRIEND" she replies, with emphasis on the last part. Taesuk looks at the ground and back up.

"Since we're going the same place why don't we —"

"No no. Junghee was actually supposed to take me to get food. Right Junghee?" Gina asks, the look in her eyes asking for my help. Uhh- "n-no?" I blurt, it sounding more like a question than an answer. Her eyes widen as she looks back to Taesuk and gives an awkward smile.

"No way...are you avoiding me?" Taesuk scoffs, sounding offended. Well, partially offended.

"Yes yes I am. It's not everyday your boyfriend thinks his friend likes you...and that you like him back!!" Gina blurts, crossing her arms and starting to get in his face. Taesuk puts his hands behind his back and shuffles some rocks around with his feet.

As I look upon the scene, Taesuk is definitely guilty of something. But when Gina yells out what she asked me earlier....it all makes sense. Taesuk is that friend, Yuto is her boyfriend. Wait a minute Yuto is her boyfriend??

Taesuk doesn't say much of anything after Gina yells at him about him liking her. Taesuk produces a deep and heavy sigh before looking at me with hurt eyes.

"I-I-I'll see you guys later," he blubbers, only making eye contact with me. I watch him walk back to the ballroom with no sense of urgency or worry of getting hit.

Poor guy lost his mojo…

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