Chapter Three

“Just tell me the name, I’ve been here for 4 days already.” I said making it sound frustrating. For 4 days, I just stayed inside my apartment and only went out when it was meal time. Up until now, I still haven’t met the guy who’s going to tour me around.

My mom and I are currently talking through face time while I walk around in circles.

“I forgot his name. All I know is that he’s a Kim.” Mother scratched the side of her head as if she’s trying to remember the name.

I’m not fine at all, if I want to go visit the tourist spots here, I should at least have a guardian. I’m an introvert and I can’t do things on my own.

“Haven’t you contacted his mother?”

“I have, Sojung. Maybe he’s out there somewhere. I’ll contact my friend again.” And after a quick goodbye, she hung up.

I slumped on the bed, face down and wiggled frustratingly. I’m so bored in here and I want to go out. My mother told me to use my phone to navigate but I stood on my ground that as long as I don't meet that tour guide guy she's promised me, I’m not going anywhere.

I got up again and went to the terrace to get some fresh air. As soon as I step outside, the cold breeze kissed my skin and I acknowledged it by wafting the air. The sun is up since its noon time and I could see the view of the city from here clearly. I wanted to enjoy the view but the faint strumming of a guitar playing enticed my ears. I turned to the other side and saw a guy in a gray beanie, holding a guitar on his lap and strumming it gracefully.

“wae nae mameul heundeuneun geonde.” (Why are you shaking up my heart?)

I barely heard his voice but it’s the most comforting voice I’ve ever heard. I walked towards the edge of the terrace, where our balconies meet and leaned on the wall. Maybe he'd sensed that someone is watching him, because he stopped strumming and turned to look at me.

Frozen in place, I watched him scrunch his eyebrows at me in a scrutinizing stare. His lips slightly parted. With a moment of silence, I flustered about what to say. He just caught me watching him, again.

Yes, it’s him. He’s the guy who I encountered 4 days ago, the one who almost scared me to death. Not knowing what to do, I stood straight and raised my hand awkwardly. “U-um, hi?”

Another moment of silence, he just sat there and look at me weirdly. I mentally slapped myself.

“i-I’m sorry if I had disturbed you.” I said with a hint of panic in my voice. But he didn’t even flinch and just raised his brows at me.

I'm starting to wonder if he understands English.

“Oh, sorry. I don’t speak Korean, I’m going in now.” I was about to enter the room when I heard him speak.

“I can totally understand you, miss.” He said in fluent English. I turned to him once again and he’s still on his sitting position but the guitar is no longer on his lap, it was leaning on the wall next to him.

“Oh, wow, I’m definitely sorry, I didn’t—“ he suddenly cut me off.

“You just said sorry three times.” I bit my lip and suddenly felt incredibly awkward.

“Sorry—“ and he cut me off again.

“There you go again.” He laughed slightly that made my cheeks burn up in embarrassment.

“Um, okay. I’m going in now, for real.” I smiled awkwardly and waved my hand. He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with his cute little smile, so it’s my cue to enter the room.

“Don’t leave your phone behind again, arasseo?” I stopped from entering the room and looked at him but he waved his hand dismissively, got his guitar and entered his room too.

Wait. So, he was the one who gave it back?

I ran towards to edge of the balcony and leaned forward to see if he locked the sliding door, luckily, he was just about to.

“Mister!” he looked back with a puzzled look on his face. “Thank you!” I smiled brightly but he just cocked his head and locked the door. He even drew his curtains down.

Psh, cold hearted creature. I let out a breath and went inside my room this time.

“Arghhh!”

It’s been two hours since my encounter with th