Part III

(reality) 

“Ok, this is the big day; I better not screw it all up.”

 He looks at, no, he admires, himself in the full-length mirror in his room. 

 “Damn, I look so smart.  Let’s see how Minwoo’s doing now.”

 He opens the door to Minwoo’s room and walks in.  What he sees must not be too pleasant, since he shakes his head and sighs. 

 “I guess it must be time for the old trick again.”

         He goes to the bathroom and fills a bucket with freezing water; mixing in all the various ingredients one would normally find in a washroom; toothpaste, shampoo, soap, cleaning detergent, and some other materials he manages to find hidden within the cupboards. Armed with this new weapon, made from his own creative recipe, he returns to Minwoo’s room. 

 Whether it is the work of the Heavens or that it is simply because Minwoo was doomed since he crawled out of his mother’s womb, just as Junjin is about to tip over the bucket with the malicious content, Minwoo springs up from his bed and knocks the bucket clear off Junjin’s hands.  The result is therefore, inevitable.  The content rushes out of the bucket and targets itself onto Minwoo’s five-feet-six, averagely muscular body. 

 “aaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

 “So your method of punishing me is by splitting my eardrums eh? Neat! Neat!”

 “JUNJIN!!! You are one very wicked and cruel friend!”

 “Not as cruel as you.  If we are late again this time, I won’t let you off as easy as the past five times! NOW GO CHANGE!”

 “Man, who wants those jobs anyway?  My dream is to become a doctor, not some office boy.”

 “Then get your lovely ass into the washroom and change!”

 “Man, I have to get rid of this ….what smell is this?”

 “Mr. Clean.”

 “WHAT?! You poured detergent for cleaning the toilet on ME????????”

 “Ahnio, you got it all wrong.  You mean YOU poured the cleaning detergent onto yourself. Really not my fault!”

 “… I have to at least take a shower now.  I don’t want to smell like Mr. Clean walking down the hallway of a first rate city hospital to my interview!”

 “Yeah, especially with all the hot nurses running around the place.”

 “Oh yeah, crap.  How could I have ever forgotten about them? I got to arrange myself real nice now!”

 “Fine, decorate yourself all you want, but YOU HAVE EXACTLY SEVEN MINUTES, starting NOW!”

             Exactly seven minutes AND fifty-eight seconds later, Minwoo reappears in his room in a dark blue suit and a new pair of leather shoes.  His curly brown hair is held nicely in place with gel. 

 “You don’t look too bad.” Junjin looks at Minwoo and comments seriously.

 “Yes, just a little better than you, I must say.” Minwoo smirks at Junjin.

 “We’ll see about that, won’t we? Once the nurses start coming MY way!” Junjin replies with a smirk and walks out of their apartment.

 “Of course, people go out of their way to catch a glimpse of something hideous these days.” Minwoo retorts, and quickly grabbing the key from the counter in the kitchen, follows Junjin out. 

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