There…
there… they started pick on me… there… there… bring me up to their gossip stuff. Haneul sat on a bench at
college’s park, watching five until six girls planted their eyes on to her from
the opposite desk. She sighed before finishing her cola and turned her head to
her left side where this blond guy sitting like there was nothing wrong in
front of his nose, facing his laptop, his hands were busy typing on keyboard. “Dongwoonahh,
which one is better, me get captured in their cameras, or me throw this cola
can to their faces?” Haneul asked, trying to distract Dongwoon from his research
paper. Recently this guy asked her to help him writing –kind of—dialogue to
finish his paper about film –or whatever it was, Haneul didn’t really understand and
care. “Dongwoonahh, and I think I have been no used here, may I go home?” Haneul continued to talk but he kept ignoring me. It was almost an hour he kept her in
this boring place, had a-glaring-and-gazing-and-seeing-and-eyeing-battle with
those fan girls of him. Huh.
“Nuna, I don’t think both of them will give you any good benefit.”
He suddenly said without looking up from his laptop.
“Huh? –” She looked at him, “What
do you mean?”
“I mean… either you get captured
in their cameras, or throw that can to their faces, there is no benefit. Once
your picture gets taken with me, they are just gonna blur it, just like last
time they took photo of me and you, ha-ha-ha, and if you throw the can, they
probably will just ‘boo’ on you, nuna.
Better don’t do both.” He chuckled. “You are actually safe, nuna, my fans in this college won’t harm
you physically, or even dare post it on internet. I can guarantee. Just, endure
their verbal attack, okay, nuna?” He
seemed lecturing Haneul, made her role her eyes while crossing her arms in
front of her chest.
