Translation of Love

BONUS: Minjun

[Minjun's POV]

Chapters Six and Eight

The rain's coming down hard now. It must be that typhoon they've been talking about.

I get up from my desk chair and stretch out my limbs with a groan. Taeyoung yells out after the front door slams shut. Closing my laptop and setting my homework aside, I get up and leave my room.

"Taeyoung-ah, did you buy more toilet paper like I asked you to?" I call out whilst walking into the kitchen.

Oh? Who's this?

I see a girl, soaked just as much as Taeyoung is, standing awkwardly in the foyer. She's quite short, especially next to Taeyoung, but what surprises me the most is her features. She's a foreigner. Is this the girl Junwoo mentioned? Was she a foreigner?

By the intense stare that Junwoo is giving me, I guess it is.

Alright, here we go. I straighten my spine as I walk towards her, letting my confidence grow and charisma shine as I watch her watch me with a curious expression. Once I reach her I lay my hand on her damp hair and stroke it softly.

"What is your name," I say in a terrible accent that makes me regret not studying English harder. But the trick is to pretend as if I'm fluent, to deliver the words as if I know exactly what I'm doing. She stares at me with an agape mouth, already falling prey.

"Sohee," Taeyoung surprisingly responds instead. A flash of shock washes over my eyes as he takes my arm off of her. Interesting. Is he stopping me from flirting with her?

My interest grows tenfold now. I focus back on the cute looking girl, speaking nonsense Korean to her knowing that she likely doesn't understand. And from the blank look on her face, she definitely does not.

"I told Taeyoung to buy toilet paper," I say lowly, "but that asshole clearly forgot, so now we're going to have to wipe our butts with facial tissues." My seductive voice causes Junwoo to snort in the background, but she doesn't even notice, she just takes in every word as if I'm speaking the most romantic piece of prose out there. I take my hand and cup her cheek, turning her jaw so that she looks up at me more intensely. "I'm also interested in why Taeyoung brought you, a girl, home wet, but not the usual kind of wet." I can't help but snicker for a second at myself but Junwoo intervenes.

I turn away and laugh at the younger boy who still gets flustered by the smallest of suggestive language.

"Hyung!"

"Yah, relax, it's not like she understands me." I squeeze the younger boys' cheeks as I make fun of him.

"Still," he pouts defensively.

"So is this really her?"

He nods his head. "Hyung, can you help?" He begins to whisper as Taeyoung returns with towels.

"Help with what?" I say without whispering. He hits my arm.

"Do what you were doing, flirt with her, seduce her, see if she's just like all the other girls he brings home after the club or if she's different. Maybe she just wants to sleep with him, she is a foreigner after all, aren't they more liberal about these things?"

I laugh at the naive kid. "You're watching too many Hollywood movies. Why can't you do it?"

His brown eyes open wide at me as if yelling at me with them. "Yah, do you really think I can flirt with her?" he whisper-yells and I snicker at him.