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Wooyoung wondered where that stupid girl was.

He had been waiting for her in hours and she wasn't there yet.

It wasn't usual at all from her.

She always arrived at the perfect time or even sooner and nine times on the number of ten she got angry with him because he was late.

Once she scolded him because he was fourty seconds late.

"You wouldn't have arrived late if you wouldn't have stopper admiring that boy at the traffic lights!" she had said, giving him a nasty look.

Because, as usual, she was just waiting for him to eat, and when she was hungry her mood was at least ten times worst than usual.

So It was definitely very bad.

But she still knew how to scare him. That time Wooyoung had found himself wondering how could she know that he had stopped near the traffic lights 'cause he had seen a guy that seemed just his type. Then he had found himself asking her.

But, of course, she hadn't spilled the beans.

It was a secret, so she had said. Professionali secret. What would happen if a spy hangs around telling everything about her work to the first who passes?

Wooyoung had objected that he was her boss, not the first who passed.

But Kyong still hadn't told him anything.

But the point wasn't that.

The point was that he had been waiting for her in that damn bar for at least two and an half hours and yet she hadn't arrived.

"That stupid girlie." the boy thought, drumming his fingers on the table top.

"I hate the thing that I don't have her under my thumb. She always gets me worried."

Then he stared at the people in the street out of the bar windows.

There were a lot, someone minding his own business, someone running in hurry and banging against who, on the other side, was pacefully walking with their heads in the clouds that they were probably admiring.

Some of them were families, parents with their children. Some were just groups of friends who were chatting while walking. Some were couples and some were instead just people walking, someone lost in his thoughts, someone concentrated on his own steps and someone on the people around them.

It was full of people, voices, noises, colours and, even if he couldn't smell them, smells.

Two dogs were barking on the other side of the street while their owners tried to divide them.

A lonely pigeon was peaching something in a flowerbed.

A tiltle of the sidewalk was disjointed and five people already had stumbled upon it since the moment sat at the table.

Always on the other side of the street, on a balcony, two cats were sunbathing lying on their backs while near them a child was playing with some cubes and a woman with a light blue dress was watering the flowes hanging to the white painted railing.
That place was a total mess of delicate and cheerful things.

Or, at least, so it seemed.

But if one looked carefully, he could see other. Other things. Things that weren't necessarely bad, but that could be or could become it.

Things like the rat that was running on the edge of the roof and that after a few metres disappeared in the gutter.

The two women that parked in front of a dark and anonymous door in which they fastly entered and closed behind their back, as if they didn't wanna be seen.

Or the man that got off a bar and the moment later turned into a dark alley, evidently minding about not being seen.

Wooyoung guessed that KeiKei had her reasons for which she liked that bar so much, but he didn't know them and every time he met the girl there he forgot to ask her.

But the point wasn't that.

The point was that she wasn't there even though it was her favourite place.

And Wooyoung was pretty sure that he was pretty done with waiting.

To be honest, he was definitely done with being there and even with the perplexing and curious books that the waiters and the clients were costantly giving him.

"I hope that she isn't arriving right now, or I could vent my anger on her. After all it's all her fault.

"Yet, it wouldn't be nice at all. She's only a child.

"A child who, as Yeosang always says, could kill me without any kind of problem." he thought giving another look to the street.

And she wasn't there.

"She probably fell asleep somewhere. That stupid. She's always so childish." he mentally swore while finally standing up.

He paid the check as fast as possible and then rushed out of the door as if a horde of infernal dogs were running after him just to eat his smegsy ass, or he used to call it.

After being firm, rather, immobile after three hours, his legs wanted everything but running on the sidewalk.

And no matter how hard the boy tried, he didn't manage to force them to do anything more than walking with a middle-fast step and not with an extremely slow one.

The truth was that he was worried, because KeiKei was late and he hadn't seen her for about ten days and since she definetly disliked him, he didn't know how she was doing.

Yet he wasn't willing to admit it, no mattered what.

"Kim Kyong, I swear on my longest hallway, sometimes I just wish I could beat you.

"I just can't get how you can be so stupid, irresponsable, stubborn...so damn you.

"And sometimes I even wish I hadn't kidnapped you. Because, to be honest, you do nothing but troubles."

Not even him could believe his thoughts, but he looked in the back of his mind the voice that was angrily shouting at him that the one who was stupid was him and him only and that, rather, he was even a hopeless idiot.

"Shut up!" he told it.

"You're more stupid than how I thought. I'm you. I won't shut up if you aren't the first to."

"Fuck off."

"Even if Kyong bullies you, it's not a good reason to bully me." the voice said back, and then shut, evidently offended.

Remained alone, Wooyoung stared at the table of the kitchen.

At the bar he could eat something but he was too concentrated waiting for Kyong that in the end he have had just a coffee.

He even forgot to put sugar in it, so that he was about to throw it up.

Now he thought that he would better eat something, or else he wouldn't manage to do anything with even a trace of sense.

"You by yourself are nonsense. How can you hope that you could something that isn't the same as you?" another voice spoke.

"Go fuck with your similar." he spoke back, taking a pot on the cookers and looking inside just to find it complitely empty.

-That mafia can eat my tongue if it isn't Jongho's fault.- he grumbled.

The moment later he froze.

If KeiKei was probably sleeping at her house, maybe for hours, who was keeping an eye on Choi San the mafia cat?

No one, of course.

Because KeiKei was the only one tasked to follow him.

And if no one was following San...

"Who knows what could happen?!"

-Kim bad fucked Hongjoong, where the fuck are you?! I need your help!- Wooyoung shouted rushing out the kitchen.

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Ok, now, tell me, for which of the characters are you worried the most?

Correct answer: the author, who's evidently not okay, since she writes this weird stuff at two in the morning instead of studying chemistry.