Ice Cream| Johnny Suh

1: Hey! My Ice Cream

English, Korean

It was a sunny Friday in the middle of July. It was hot, but there was a little bit of a breeze. Cierra and I were on the first full day of our Chicago vacation. We had gone out to lunch for some pizza and decided to get Ice cream on our way back to the hotel. We got our ice cream and started back for our hotel, just down the block. I got my favorite, Butter Pecan in a waffle cone. Cierra got herself a berry smoothie since she's more of a smoothie person anyway. As we walked, we were distracted. We had gotten caught up in talking about the concert we were set to go see the next night and all the things we wanted to do and see while we were in the city.

"Can we go see the Bean later today?" Cierra asked. "I really wanna take weird pictures and make faces in the reflection."

"Yeah, I'm down,' I replied, "We can go to the Fields Museum on Monday right? You promised and I really really wanna go."

"Of course, I won't hinder your nerd...nerd."

"Oh my god Cierra, I am so excited! So much history and archaeology in one build-"

WHAM!

I collided with a tall brick wall of a human being. I stumbled backward a few steps and my ice cream cone fell to the ground. I stared at it with disappointment written on my face.

"I-I was looking forward to that. That was like a six dollar ice cream cone." I was rambling at a hundred words a second.

"...My ice cream..." I finished sadly. Cierra was next to me ready to passive-aggressively tell the dude to go fuck himself.

I looked at the tall figure that had knocked my snack onto the grimy sidewalk and saw that there were two of them. Both were taller than me, but the one in front of me had a good 6 inches on me, the other only about 3. Both men had dark, reflective, sunglasses covering their eyes, making them look stone cold. I could see my reflection in the tall one's glasses. In my attempt to look angry and intimidating, I had managed to make myself look like a sad child who was just told no. Great. Just great. The shorter one chuckled a little before he realized that Cierra was in front of him and ready to rumble. That shut him up pretty quick. The tall one reached for his glasses, pulled them off, and said: "Are you okay?"

Before the glasses left his face, I realized who was standing right in front of me. Johnny Suh from NCT 127...the concert we were in Chicago for. That meant that the shorter one was Mark Lee. How could I not see that before now? Was I seriously so distraught about the damn ice cream that I couldn't recognize members from my favorite band? I looked at Cierra, then back to him, then back to Cierra. I gave her a look to say 'Is this who I think it is?' She nodded. We both knew who we were looking at. We had just run into my favorite idol. Johnny Suh had just knocked my ice cream out of my hand.

"Oh- erm- yeah. I'm good. I should have been paying attention. We were wrapped up in talking to each other. I'm- I'm sorry, my bad." I stumbled over my words from the shock of the entire situation.

"Oh no," Johnny said, smooth as Tennessee Whiskey, "It was my fault. I'm so sorry. Can I get you a new cone or a coffee or something?"

I had a feeling that he wasn't going to let me say no to his reimbursement, and this was Johnny Suh after all, so I agreed. The four of us headed to a coffee shop located just around the corner and ordered. Johnny and I got our order before Cierra and Mark, so we sat down at a table first.

We sat for a solid 30 seconds just sipping our coffee before Johnny said "Wow, I feel so rude, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Johnny. Johnny Suh." He reached out to shake my hand and I obliged.