foreign - lee chan

13.

Julienne spent the rest of her evening in her bedroom, sitting against her bed with her homework in her lap and the Michael Jackson CD playing softly from her computer.

She was still in awe at the fact that she holds one of the most special CD's in the entire world. She could barely focus on her math assignment, all she could think about was the amazing vocals she was hearing.

"Dino is truly a blessing," Julienne muttered to herself, giggling, her cheeks a crimson red. Her heart was racing as she thought about how Chan had just randomly pulled out that expensive CD, telling her she could have it for a while. Even if she didn't own it, she was happy that for the time being, she could hold onto it and listen to all of Michael's songs.

Julienne's phone buzzed from her desk. Julienne comes back to reality and stands up, reaching her arm over the table for her cell phone.

[1 text message] ;

myung : i'm sorry.

Julienne chuckled a little. It made her smile a little seeing Myung's name in her phone. Although she sees her everyday, Myung was acted almost invisible to Julienne ever since Julienne put her in her place about talking badly about Chan. Julienne waited for Myung to send another message before responding.

myung : I said sorry to Lee Chan too, but he said he will think about it.

julienne : i know, he told me.

julienne : why did you dislike him so much?

Julienne waited for about ten minutes before Myung even began typing again.

myung : chan and i liked each other, since we were eleven

"Oh!" Julienne wasn't expecting that kind of reply. She honestly couldn't see Myung and Chan ever liking each other. It was like mixing oil and water together: it was impossible.

julienne : what happened? why did you start hating him?

myung : he didn't like me anymore. we liked each other until six months ago, and then he said he didn't like me anymore.

julienne : aw :-(

myung : but it's okay! im fine now, and hopefully he is too!

julienne: wow, your spelling is good, myung!

myung : thank google translate!

Julienne laughed loudly, wiping a tear that slipped from her eye due to Myung's comment.

♡

Hoshi danced around, Chris Brown playing loudly in Chan's kitchen. Hoshi had brought over food from the restaurant and had casually began dancing while eating his food.

With an egg roll in between his teeth, Hoshi began to do a body roll, receiving a laugh and applause from Hansol, who was sitting in the chair next to the kitchen's island. Chan sat across from Hansol, watching in awe at Hoshi's dancing.

Chan loved dancing, as much as he loved and cherished Michael Jackson. He liked watching Hoshi dance because Chan always remembered the moves. Later on, Chan could practice and make Hoshi's moves into his own.

When the current song had finished, Hoshi finally sat on Chan's right, picking up his chopsticks. "When I'm done Dino, please get that Michael Jackson CD and play it. I feel like dancing more," Hoshi asked politely. He knew that the CD was Chan's pride and joy, and that Chan only brought out that CD at special times.

"I don't have the CD right now," Chan answered, putting a piece of Mongolian beef in his mouth.

Hansol choked on his egg roll, gasping for air as Hoshi dropped his chopsticks onto the floor , frozen. Chan, frightened, ran over to Hansol's side and punched his back, as Hansol finally took in a full breath of air.

"D-Dino!" Hansol stuttered, "What happened to it?"

"I lend it to someone," Chan sighed, trying to slow his racing heart, "please take smaller bites, Hansol! You really scared me!"

"Chan, you saved a lot of money for that album, about a thousand US dollars," Hoshi reminded him, "and you were saving that money for seven years. You truly loved that album and you kept it clean and safe and away from harm. You broke my finger over that disc, Chan."

Chan groaned, thinking about how he had gotten angry at Hoshi once and ripped the CD out of his hand with so much force that Hoshi's finger bent. "I'm sorry about that, I really am."

"No, Chan, that's not the point," Hoshi shook his head, "I'm saying that you must really trust and love that person to just loan it to them."

Chan began to eat again, his fried rice now a little cooler to eat. "Julienne is a big fan just like me, she even went to see him before. I thought it would be nice of me if I gave her the album to listen to."

It was now Hansol's turn to speak. "Chan, I know you keep doubting this and ignoring Hoshi and I's comments, but you really do like this girl."

"No, I do-"

"Chan," Hoshi pressed onto the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "remember that you broke my finger over this album. You've never let anyone touch that album, literally no one."

"Maybe I had a sudden change of hea-"

"CHAN!" Hoshi was suddenly loud with Chan, "I'm the one who ordered the CD for you, and you still don't let me even see it sometimes! Julienne has been here in Korea for about two and a half months and she's now holding your most prized possession in her home. Why is that?"

Chan sat silently, looking into Hoshi's eyes. Chan took that moment to really think: he gave a girl his favorite album, but he's never given his best friend, the one who he's known for five years, the album. The one person aside from Hansol that he trusted and valued, has never seen what the actual CD even looked like.

Chan's eyes widened a little, and Hoshi sighed, giving Chan a small smile. "Do you see now, Chan? Do you realize what Hansol and I have been trying to prove to you?"

Chan hesitantly nodded, his head somewhat spinning.

"I like a girl...I like Julienne."