CHAPTER TWO

“Why are you guys so late?” asked Mr Kim. The five boys had arrived at the studio and Mickey was furious to find scratches on his arms and face made by the angry girl.
“Well Mickey here…” Max started but was nudged by Yunho. The group stood silently as they received a long lecture by the manager before they were sent off for their make up. Mickey swore throughout as the make up artist complained that the scratches were difficult to cover by concealer.

After the interviews were done, the five set home and on the way they went pass the clothing store to see that the girl was still there. “Hey, isn’t that the girl from before?” asked Hero. Mickey leaned out of the window to see the girl kneeling over the gutter with a mangled coat hanger in hand, trying to claw at something. “That loony bitch, she scratched my face,” Mickey said and sat back in his seat.

“Why did she do it?” Yunho asked while staring at the girl.
“I don’t know. Maybe she is crazy. I accidentally knocked something from her hand and was about to apologize when she grabbed me.”
“I think you should ask her what is wrong,” Yunho suggested but Mickey laughed at the idea. When they got home, Hero went to cook dinner while the others changed out of their clothes. Mickey, however, grabbed his car keys and headed for the door.
“Where are you going this time of night? You better not be clubbing again, I don’t want netizens to say bad things about us!” Yunho yelled from his room. Mickey stopped in his tracks, “I’m going to apologize to that girl,” he answered and closed the door, “in her dreams”.

Mickey went to the clubs with his girl friends and got drunk. Checking the time, he knew he had to get home before Yunho would scream at him. Halfway home, he received a phone call from Yunho.

“Hello, have you talked to her? You better talk to her,” Yunho said over the phone.
“Alright, alright,” Mickey replied drunkenly and hung up. He drove over to the clothing store and surely, the girl was still there with her head in her palms.
“YA! (Hey)” Mickey said, as he stumbled from his convertible. The girl looked up at him, and her crying eyes turned fierce.
“You! The asshole that made me dropped my passport and all my money! Give me back my money!” Susan screamed and got up, ready to hit the living daylights out of Mickey.
“Moh la nun ko ya (I don’t know what the hell you are saying)”, Mickey said, and walked over to her belongings. He picked them up and threw them into the backseat of his car and walked back to Susan.
“What are you doing? Why are you taking my things?” She asked nervously but Mickey picked her up and threw her into his car as well. He started his engine and drove home, with Susan in his car.

“He picked up before, but he’s not picking up now. It’s really late, I’m getting worried,” Hero said. The 4 boys sat in the living room, quietly, eating soup and playing a board game. Soon, their silence was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Xiah rushed to open the door to find a drunken Mickey collapsing to the floor, holding a suitcase in each arm. Behind him, stood a confused looking Susan.