“I can’t believe you’re saying these things.”
“What are you not understanding? I’m in love with someone else, and I’m sorry if your ego can’t handle that—”
“But a guy?”
“Yes, a guy.”
“Who is he?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Is he from Broadrock?”
“I’m done talking.”
“I deserve to know!”
“You don’t deserve shit!”
“You’re the one who sent me a video of the pair of you—”
“Cause you wouldn’t take the hint. And you still can’t. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Period.”
“Tell me who he is!”
I hang up without another word. I’d indulged her for too long as it is.
I’ve never been one to call women crazy just because their emotions manifest differently to most mens, but enough is enough. This is bordering on psychotic ex-girlfriend.
The whole town will know by the end of the week. She’ll spin her own story about how I was the one cheating on her, and not the other way around. Because Shawn Knox can be a spiteful bitch when she wants to be. Too bad for her she’ll be doing me a favor.
Flicking through to my phone’s call log, I click on Jin’s number.
It only takes two rings before he picks up.
“Hey, Hyung,” he greets me, and I can hear the smile on his face. “Are you coming back already?”
“Unfortunately you’re gonna have to do without me for a little while longer.”
He makes the cutest littlehumphsound, and I know exactly what he looks like. “I’m sick of watching DVDs alone.”
“Read some more trashy romance then.”
“Can’t. I’d have to leave the loft.”
“You are allowed to leave it, Jin. I’m not a tyrant. I just want you to rest.”
“I know… Have you eaten?”
“Just finished. I, um. I need to tell you something?”
“Yeah?” His voice is hesitant. “A–are you hurt?”
“No. But you’ll probably be mad at me.”
I hear him shifting on the bed. “What did you do?”
“I accidentally answered someone's call thinking it was you.”