Chapter Number Three
Lee Ji-Ha
Jun-Pyo's POV
After hearing Jan-Di's incredibly familiar scream, I ceased cleaning the disgustingly pink ice cream off my Italian leather shoe and sprinted down the corridor where she had left. If she hurt herself again, I was definitely going to buy her insurance this time, along with a priceless lecture of the expenses of hospitals. It didn't matter whether not she remembered me, she was still wearing my necklace and was therefore still my property. The fact she was only wearing the necklace because she didn't notice yet was also insignificant.
At arriving, I noticed several fawning nurses huddled around a collapsed doctor. He was murmuring how he'd been hit by a lunatic, probably Jan-Di, in a wheel-chair. I checked, and saw the titanium, custom made wheel-chair I had Ji-Hoo give Jan-Di on its side. Oddly, Jan-Di was no where to be seen.
Thinking for a moment, I figured since she was a patient, she'd be the first be taken to an emergency room. Due to the fact that I had absolutely no sense of direction, and decided to just wait in her room. Bribing the man at the front desk to take me there, I was praying he didn't recognize me. After I appeared in her room a few days ago, Jan-Di experienced a mental breakdown. I was hit with three water bottles and some foul smelling fish that for some reason passed the test to becoming a Japanese delicacy (I just watched Jae-Joong eat this… He said it tasted good so I decided to include this ^_^)
After getting a janitor to open the door for me, I sprawled my legs on the couch. They hung off the edge, so I had a larger one brought in. After I found the new loveseat satisfactory, I sprawled across it and fell asleep.
When I was awoken by a dense object striking my forehead, I assumed Jan-Di had returned. Glancing in the general firing direction, I came across a faintly familiar man sitting in the guest seat. I harshly threw the bottle back, but he unfortunately caught it.
"What do you think you're doing?" I said, beginning my lecture.
"I told him to. Why are you in my room?" Jan-Di stated, giving me that incredibly unintimidating glare of her's.
"I felt like it," I began, plastering a smirk across my face.
"Don't tell me. You crashed into something with that wheel chair of yours and broke something else."
"Do what if I did?" she huffed, her entire face turning a pink hue. I just chuckled.
"I'm sorry, Sunbae. This is-"
"Gu Jun-Pyo." I finished for her, and sat up. "Who are you?" I spat.
"Do you really not recognize me?" he questioned, smirking. Watching his eyes crinkled, I recognized the face immediately.
"Why are you still alive," I mumbled, and headed toward him. "I am going to beat the-"
"Don't you dare touch him!" Jan-Di screeched, and I turned toward her.
"Shut up, dry cleaner. I'll be done in a-"
The sentence went unfinished, because she immediately began screaming. Her voice rose three octaves as well, and it was amplified since the door was open. Nurses and doctors flooded into the room, and were extremely irritated by the fact she wasn't screaming in pain, but screaming at me. The fact I had an idiot by his shirt collar wasn't any more appealing.
"Sir," an annoyed nurse started, "You're going to have to leave now. Our patient needs uninterrupted rest." I was immediately shoved out the door, and I was certain I heard Ji-Ha laugh.
Ji-Hoo's POV
I was asleep when Jun-Pyo called. Since he'd just keep calling until I answered, I picked up.
"Ji-Hoo, get to the hospital right now." When I sat up, my back felt sore. I had fell asleep on the couch again. It was better than the weight lifting bench. Visiting Jan-Di with Jun-Pyo in tow was suicide. I left before delivering her math homework last time to avoid getting hit with a badly-aimed water bottle.
"Visiting hours ended. If you sneak in again, the hospital's going to put a restraining order on you. It would make headlines. You're mom would kill you." I lied, hoping he'd fall for it. He did.
"Fine then, get to my house. I'll be waiting. Bye." he replied, which wasn't much better. He'd spend the entire time complaining about something. I hit the dumbbell, mad that my sleep was interrupted. I ended hurting my hand. I guess I deserved it. Knowing Jun-Pyo, Woo-Bin and Yi-Jung would be there too. Maybe I'd just fall asleep again. They could keep him occupied.
When I got there, I realized I was not able to just fall asleep again. Apparently, Jan-Di had united with someone we'd previously declared war against. Jun-Pyo was convinced he was tainting her mind with tactics to end his life, so we had to come up with a plan quickly. He's already looked up on the so called "enemy."
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Lee Ji-Ha
Age: 17
Birthdate: August 5
Height: 180.5 centimeters
Weight: 63 kilgrams
Blood Type: B-
Family Business: SM Entertainment
Family
Mother: 47, Vice President of SME, Enjoys Spas
Father: 49, President SME, Enjoys Tennis matches
Brother (younger): CENSORED
Address: n/a
Home Phone Number: n/a
Cell Phone Number: n/a
Identification:
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Hospitalized Progress
Physical Assessment:
Ji-Ha is an average boy, in terms of size and physical abilities. He claims to take interest in gold and soccer, while also showing talent in tennis. He's extremely calm during matches, performing well under pressure.
Mental Assessment:
Aside from attempting to commit suicide, Ji-Ha is very calm. He shows no crazed behavior, and is much more polite than most male teenagers these days. He obeys instruction from all assessors, and is mentally stable.
Academic Assessment:
Ji-Ha is above average for his age, his strong points in language and math. He studies often, and shows talent on the cello. He denotes calmly, and shows potential for a future at SM Entertainment.
Social Assessment:
As expected of one who attempted suicide, Ji-Ha isn't a very social boy. He's polite to all visitors, but doesn't form deep bonds with people. He has progressed, and is now familiar with all regular patients and doctors. He should recover successfully, and make his mark in the world.
I immediately recognized his picture. He was the one Jan-Di had saved in order to get into ShinHwa High School. His brother was the one that kidnapped her for revenge against Jun-Pyo. They were all related to Jun-Pyo so Jan-Di wouldn't remember them.
"He looks different when he's not covered with blood." I commented, and Jun-Pyo just rolled his eyes.
"My idea is we should just run their family out of business. That way, they'd be broke and couldn't afford ShinHwa Hospital anymore." Woo-Bin burst out laughing. Yi-Jung chuckled. I lay down on the couch with pillows covering my ears.
"They'll be slightly harder than Jan-Di's cleaning service," He said between chuckles. Yi-Jung collapsed from holding his laughter in.
"#%$! It's not that funny!" he said, obviously not understanding his limits.
"You can't just run them out of business like that. They don't make money off their stars, like Dong Bang Shin Ki and Super Junior (who I completely love ^_^). You'd have to murder them in order for that to work." Yi-Jung said patiently, while trying to quiet Woo-Bin down.
"Couldn't they just move then? That way they'd switch to a different hospital." I shook my head.
"They don't live anymore near ShinHwa Hospital anyway. They're just there because it's expensive."
"Did you find out if Jan-Di remembers him or not?" Woo-Bin asked. Jun-Pyo shook his head.
"She kicked me out before I could. We'll have to assume she doesn't." he replied. Jun-Pyo then began pacing.
"Can we just hope she remembers you before he convinces her to murder you?" I say.
"You're just saying that because she doesn't dream about pelting you with water bottles. She dislikes me more anyway, and actually had the nerve to run over my leg during the ice cream incident.
"I don't think that situation was strong enough." Yi-Jung started. "We need something important, while also endlessly bothering her with the small details."
"What about when you filled the pool with garbage and ducks? You could do it to her bathtub everyday." Woo-Bin stated, chuckling. He was probably imagining Jan-Di's reaction. I immediately felt bad for the nurses working there. They were grossly overpaid though. I don't feel bad for them anymore.
"That still isn't important enough, we need something huge."
"When she rescued me from drowning?" Jun-Pyo wondered, and I shook my head.
"She's in a wheel-chair, firstly. Secondly, considering your relationship right now, she'd let you drown and record it for the news. You're a terrible actor, also, so she probably wouldn't fall for it." Jun-Pyo made a face at me, but didn't say anything. He knew I was right.
"I have an idea," Yi-Jung smirked. "How quickly can you call Jung Eui Chul?"
The End (Obviously)
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