A/n: I used mixed point of view--sometimes it was the third person's point of view, and someone it was the main character's point of view in this story. I hope this won't confuse anyone ^^

What do you think when you first hear the name ‘Yeseul’?. A beautiful smart and confident girl?. 
Nah, that’s just a stereotype. My name is Jung Yeseul and I’m nothing like that. I’m not beautiful, I’m fat. And how do you expect me to be confident?.
What do you think when you first hear the word ‘fashion magazine translator’?. A beautiful fashionista?.
Another stereotype. I’m a fashion magazine translator, and the most fashionable things I wear is just my oversized shirt, Jeans, and sneakers. Oh, don’t forget my thick framed glasses.
Everyone in this world is too busy judging. Just because my name is ‘Yeseul’ do I need to be pretty? Just because I’m a fashion magazine translator, do I need to be pretty and stylish?.
And this is the exact reason, why I locked myself up in my own world which only consist of me, my small apartment, my workplace, and my parents. Why bother adding anyone else to my inner circle? Too bothersome to take them out of it once they showed their true colors.
“What? You already arrived here? Why don’t you call me before you arrived?” Mr. Kim, My boss exclaimed in english when he talked to someone over the phone as he enters the ‘Glam’ magazine editing room—my workplace.
‘Dad, I was in an airplane before I arrived. What are you expecting?’ a husky voice said in english.
This is what’s unique from Mr. Kim everytime he did a phone call. He never put the call on speaker mode, but he blasted the volume up that practically everyone in the room can hear it.
Mr. Kim sighs as he rubs his temple. “Seriously, Yesung, you’re such a headache just like your mother” he said, still in english. “Fine. You wait there. I’ll tell someone to fetch you”
‘What? Dad, I can take the cab!’
“None of those cab drivers will understand you!”
“Here it comes, Mr. Kim and his morning phone calls” Taeyeon said a she rolled her eyes while looking up from her article to Mr. Kim.
“This one is not just a normal phone call” Jungsoo said as he types something in his computer. “I heard his son is coming”
Taeyeon’s eyes widened. “Again?!” She asks. “I thought last year he said he’s not coming back?!”
“Turns out that Mr. Kim’s new wife can’t bear a child” Jungsoo said. “So Kim Yesung is his only heir”
“What? So he’s going to be the new CEO of this place?” Taeyeon asks. “Note to self: find new job ASAP”
I just stares at them in confusion. “What’s with him?” I asked.
I just entered this company this spring, which means 4 months ago. Of course I don’t know who is this so called son of Mr. Kim.
Taeyeon sighs. “Oh, Yeseul” she said. “You haven’t been in this place last year when he first came so you don’t know”
I raises an eyebrow. “What—“
“Translator team! Where’s the translator team?!” Mr. Kim shouted, making everyone in the translator team including me quickly ran towards him. “I need someone to fetch my son at the airport. Now”
“but Mr. Kim, we’re translators, not a nanny!” Taeyeon said.
“My son can’t speak korean. He only speaks english because he grew up in New York”
“Thanks for reminding me about that Mr. Kim, but you still need to remember he’s the one who made me lost my confidence to translate english” Taeyeon said as she shivers dramatically.
“Thanks for reminding me about that, Ms. Kim. anyone else?”
“Well, I… Still need to translate 5 articles… So…” Jungsoo said.
“What about Yeseul?” Taeyeon asks as she turns towards me.
My eyes widened in shock. “M-me?” I stammered. “But I—“
“I’ll take all your articles” Jungsoo said.
“B-but, isn’t it better for someone beautiful to fetch him instead of me?” I asks. “I’m sure he won’t be really happy if someone like me is the one who fetch him”
Mr. Kim sighs. “Ms. Jung, I just want someone to fetch my son. Not to be his wife” he said.
“But still, I’m a woman and he’s a man”
Mr. Kim snickers “I’m sure nothing will happen if it’s you who fetch him” he said as he stares at  me.
I stare down at the floor. “Fine” I said weakly.
“Good. His name is Kim Yesung, and he’s 25 years old” Mr. Kim said. “understand?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir” I said. 
How I wished I was as beautiful and as confident to say ‘no’, because something in my mind tells me that this ‘Kim Yesung’ guy is going to be dangerous.

~~~***~~~

I’ve been standing like a fool while holding a paper with that Kim Yesung’s name written in alphabets in front of the international arrival gate, and yet, he hasn’t showed up yet.
I sighed. “I think he already arrived at our office” I muttered. “He told Mr. Kim that he’s going to take the cab” I adds as I turned around to go back to the office.
Hey, don’t judge me. You can’t blame me if I’m feeling most uncomfortable in places like this. To make matters worse, I’m even afraid to meet someone new. Because somehow, I could sense that they are staring at me and were laughing secretly at me behind my back.
Some of you might think, hey, Yeseul, why are you so paranoid?. There are even singers like Adele and Meghan Trainor that can still be confident even though they are fat.
I know. I tried to think the same thing.
But they are beautiful even if they are fat. And they are very confident of their bodies. If it’s them who is confident like that, everyone was like ‘wow, she’s so inspiring’. But what if it’s me?. Everyone will be like ‘seriously? Doesn’t she has a mirror in her house?’.
And I said this because I’ve tried. I’ve tried wearing something other than oversized shirt, jeans and sneakers. But it just made everyone felt uncomfortable seeing me trying to fit in.
I wasn’t paying attention that I didn’t notice that someone is bumping at me—and of course, I quickly fell down.
My vision was blurry. My glasses fell somewhere when I bumped into that someone.
I closed my eyes tight as I stared at the floor. Now I bet everyone is laughing at me. You always know when a fat girl fell down, people laughs their asses off as if they are watching those gag concerts live.
“I’m sorry, are you okay?” Someone asks in english.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked up. It was a man with black hair and white skin just like other korean. So why is he speaking english to me?.
“I’m lost so I was too busy asking for direction that I didn’t see you coming. Are you okay?” The guy asked, still in english.
Wait. I think I’ve heard this voice somewhere.
“or, you can’t speak english?” The guy asks. “Urgh what is it in korean? Gwichanhda?”
“I can speak English” I quickly said in english. “And it’s ‘Gwaenchanha’”
“Ah” that guy said as he laughs sheepishly. “Now are you okay? Can you stand up?”
“I lost my glasses” was the first thing I could say. Seriously, this guy asks too many questions.
“Ah, I’m sorry” he said as he looked around and picked something—I suppose it was my glasses. “Here it is” he said as holds my hand and gave me the glasses.
I quickly wear it only to see a handsome man kneeling in front of me who was still sitting in the floor like a fool.
“Now, can you stand up?” That guy said as he stands up and offers me his help.
I stand up without accepting it. This guy is too confident. Does he think that everyone is just like him? Does he think that everyone is fine with skinships?.
Well, I’m not someone with closed mind. I actually love to read love stories with kissing scenes in it. I think it’s so sweet. But I know, I’m too ugly to even dream about it.
I bowed at him. “Thank you for your help” I said. “Now I really need to go. Or else my boss will be mad at me”
“Wait!” That guy said as he holds my arm to prevent me from leaving. “Uhm, err… I was lost and you’re the first Korean that I find here that speaks english. Now may I ask for directions?”
I bit my lower lip. Okay, maybe I was too harsh. Seems like he didn’t live here, and he can’t understand a single Korean word. I know he’s trying hard to fit in.
Just like me.
 “Okay, firstly, you need to take the cab, tell the officer that you’re looking for a driver who can speak english” I said.
“I tried, but the guy told me ‘I caenteu seupikeu engrish’” The guy said, copying the officer’s accent.
I laughed. “Okay, I’ll just talk to him for you” I said.
The guy just stares at me.
“Excuse me?” I asked. “Is there something wrong in my face?”
“No. It’s just that… I thought you said your boss is looking for you?” Yesung asks. “It’s okay though. You can just write the Korean word in a piece of paper”
I was about to say something when my cellphone rings. It’s Mr. Kim. “Wait a minute” I said before I pressed the green button. “yes, sir?”
‘Ms. Jung! Why haven’t you go back? You haven’t find my son yet?’ Mr. Kim asks.
“I’m sorry sir” I said. “I’ve been waiting for him, but he didn’t show up”
Mr. Kim sighs. ‘That boy is such a headache’ he said. ‘Fine. Now, you go back here within an hour or else, you’re fired! Get that?!’.
I didn’t even has the chance to say anything because he hang up right after he said that.
“Who’s that?” The guy asks.
“My boss” I said. “Now, quick. You need help, right?” I asks as I spontaneously dragged him with me.
“But, aren’t you busy?”
I just ignored him as I keeps on dragging him with me. “Excuse me” I said in Korean towards a taxi officer.
“Yes, may I help you?” She asks.
“We’re looking for a driver that can speak english. And the other one who can’t speak english is fine” I said. “And please be quick”
“Wait a minute, let me check” the officer said as she checks the driver list. “Okay, miss, the driver’s available. Let’s go this way” she adds as she stands up and lead them.
“Why? What happened?” The guy asks I followed the officer.
I smiled at him. “She said she found the driver” I said.
The guy smiles back at me. “Thanks” he said.
“That’s no big deal, you know. All I did was asking someone” I said.
“Yeah, in a condition where your boss is looking for you”
I laughed. “No big deal. My boss is always mad at me because I’m not his best worker” I said. “Anyway, you can ask the rest to the driver. I’m really sorry. I’m busy”
“That’s fine” the guy said. “How I wish that I will see you again”
“There will be no use for you even if you see me again” I said.
That guy just laughs softly. “Okay, at least, let me know your name” he said.
“I bet you’ll judge me once you hear it” I said before going inside a cab.
Because, even if I tell him, he’s just going to judge me, right?. Even to someone who can’t speak Korean, ‘Yeseul’ is such a beautiful name.
Which obviously meant for someone beautiful too.

~~~***~~~

When I arrived at my office, Mr. Kim is already waiting for me. And he seemed furious.
“Ms. Jung!”
“Korean Adele!”
But that’s not what shocking me—even though, having someone calling me Korean Adele is already shocking enough. That guy from the airport is already here, at my office, the editing room, right beside Mr. Kim.
And as if it’s not enough, everyone in the room were staring at me in horror, except for Mr. Kim and of course, that guy. He was smiling towards me.
“Yesung, you know her?” Mr. Kim asks.
That guy—Yesung nods. “She’s the one who got me a driver who can speak english” he said.
“Ms. Jung! I thought I told you to fetch him not to get him a driver?”
“But sir, I didn’t even know he was your son”
Why am I so stupid? His voice is the same voice as I heard through Mr. Kim’s phone call this morning!.
“How could you not know?”
“Dad, don’t scold her” Yesung said in english. “Even though I don’t understand what are you guys talking about, but don’t scold her. It’s not her fault that I look nothing like you because I was too handsome that she can’t recognize me as your son”
There’s a moment of silent as everyone is just staring at him blankly. Okay, I know he’s handsome, but saying it by yourself?. Big no. Where did he got that confidence?.
Mr. Kim coughs. “Okay, enough for the introduction. Now, Yesung, go inside my office. I’m going to introduce you to your translator. He’s waiting” he said.
“Dad, I don’t need a translator” Yesung said.
“Yesung, you can’t speak Korean”
“At least I can wrote my name in Hangul”
Mr. Kim sighs. “Try it” he said.
Yesung snatched a paper and a pen from a desk nearby and writes something and showed it to his father.

‘킴 에성’

Mr. Kim rolled his eyes at him. “Nice try. You didn’t get anything other than ‘Sung’ right, Khim Esung” he said. “go to my office”
“It’s wrong?” Yesung asks. He pouts. “I’m pretty sure it was right though”
“Whatever. Go to my office”
“I don’t want a boring ajussi translator” Yesung said. “At least give me a beautiful translator girl”
How could he know the word ‘Ajussi’?.
“Fine. Go look for it in the translator team” Mr. Kim said. “Even though I’m sure Ms. Kim Taeyeon is your only option” he adds as he chuckles.
Everyone in the room stares at Taeyeon who seemed very nervous while I sighed in relief. Well, I’m actually a bit mad at Mr. Kim’s words, but who cares? At least, when it comes to beautiful, there’s no way he’s going to pick me, right?. Besides, he’s right. I’m not beautiful.
But no. Everything happened in an LTE speed, I don’t even have time to be shock.
He walks towards me and hugs me from behind. “I want Korean Adele-ssi to be my translator” he said.
Everyone—including me stares at Yesung with our mouths opened in shock.
Forget that strange ‘Korean Adele-ssi’, forget that he’s hugging me, but, did he just, call me beautiful? Well, indirectly, but still—.
“Does that means… You just said that  Jung Yeseul is beautiful?” Taeyeon asks, breaking the ice.
“Jung Yeseul? Is that your name?” Yesung asks. I just nods awkwardly. He smiles at me. “Now, I believe that beautiful names do exist for beautiful people” he adds which makes everyone stares at him in shock.
He turns towards Taeyeon. “Yes. Even prettier than you. I don’t know why everyone is considering someone like you beautiful” he said coldly, just cold enough to make everyone—including me! thinks that he’s super weird.
Mr. Kim coughs. “Fine, if you want her” he said. “Ms. Jung, now you’re his translator. Everyone, go back to work” he adds which made everyone go back to their desk while still staring at me and Yesung who is still hugging me.
“Yesung, will you please, let go of me?”
“Why? What if I don’t want?”
“Everyone is staring at us”
“Who cares?” Yesung asks. “Maybe it’s because we’re a perfect couple. I’m handsome, and you’re beautiful” he adds which everyone stares at him in disgust as a response.
“Ah…haha… Couple?”
“Yes. Couple. Yeseul, did you believe in love at first sight?” Yesung asks. “Ooh! See! Even our names matched each other! Yesung and Yeseul”
“Love…at first sight?” I asked awkwardly. Everyone is staring at him in shock.
“Yes. Love at first sight” Yesung said. “Yeseul, from the first  time I saw you at the airport, I think I’m in love with you. You’re so beautiful. You like me too right?”
“Ye (yes)?” I blurted out in Korean. But I swear that it was a QUESTION, not an ANSWER!.
“I know that means yes!” Yesung said. “Great! Then from now on you’re my girlfriend!”
“B-but, Yesung, I haven’t said anything!”
“I heard you said yes”
“It was a question”
“I don’t care” Yesung said. He kissed my right cheek. “See you later, girlfriend” he adds as he lets me go and walks away.
“Okay, Yeseul, what did you do to him?” Jungsoo asks in shock.
“I don’t know! I just helped him get a cab that’s all!”
“Are you sure that there’s no ‘other services’?”
“What other services?”
Jungsoo stares at her. “You know, Yeseul, ahem…” He said. “But well, if it’s you there’s no way you would do it”
“Totally unexpected” Taeyeon said, still hadn’t recovered from shock. “Is it him that didn’t judge people by appearance only or am I really ugly?”
“Aw, Taeyeon, look at the brighter side” Jungsoo said. “Can’t you guys see how our Yeseul has ‘tamed’ Kim Yesung? Now he won’t be able to torture us anymore!” He adds which made everyone cheers in happiness. Some of them even thanked me.
I don’t understand a single thing. Everything happened too fast for me.
But one thing I know for sure. My own ‘little world’ is  in danger.
That ‘Kim Yesung’ is totally dangerous.

~~~***~~~

“So… Yeseul, who is your first boyfriend?” Yesung asks, appearing out of nowhere.
I jumped in my chair. “Y-Yesung? When—“
“Just a few seconds ago” Yesung said. “Now answer me, who is your first boyfriend?”
I shook my head.
Yesung’s eyes widened as he smiles sweetly at me. “Then I’m the first?” He asks excitedly. “Now, when is your first kiss?”
“I never—“ I stopped talking when he gives a quick peck on my lips.
“Okay, so your first kiss is today. Just a few seconds ago” Yesung said.
I blushed profusely. How come he always did everything in an LTE speed?.
“Next, when is your birthday?”
Mr. Kim sighs. “That’s it!” He said “Yesung, you still remember why I called you here, right?” He asks as he tries to control his emotion.
Yesung nods. “Of course”
“What is it?”
Yesung stands up properly. “To replace you because you’re getting old and you can die sooner or later. Sooner is better though” he said which makes everyone—except Mr. Kim, of course  in the room try to hold back their laughters. “But actually dad, this is my opinion, I think you’re already an old man since the very beginning. Remember that I was born when you’re 35? So how old are you now? Let me count… 58, 59, oh my god, 60”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion!” Mr. Kim raises his voice in anger.
“So what? Do you have to ask for me to answer?” Yesung asks. “Besides, all those documents were in Korean. I can’t even read them”
“Isn’t that why I hired a translator for you?”
“But she’s going to be tired”
“That’s just your excuses! You just want to do whatever you like! You doesn’t event want to learn Korean! You’re just like your mother!” Mr. Kim shouted again.
There’s a moment of silent. Yesung clenched his fist and gritted his teeth for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath and fakes a smile. “You know what, dad? I think you’re right. I’m supposed to work and learn Korean” he said. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on studying on your office because ‘stepmother’ picture is everywhere” he said., emphasizing the word ‘stepmother’.
“So what? She’s my wife”
“I know. That’s why, I’m leaving to have a Korean lesson outside with Ms. Jung Yeseul if that’s fine with you” Yesung said politely.
My eyes widened. “Me? Why me?”
Yesung smiles at me. “Because you’re my translator” he said. “Now, let’s go” he adds as he drags me with him.
He still keeps on dragging me everywhere he like and keeps on doing whatever he wants to do to me. But one thing is different.
That ‘Kim Yesung’ is weaker than I thought.

~~~***~~~

“Uhm, Yesung, are you paying attention to me?” I asks Yesung who was staring outside the window.
He had brought me to a coffee shop to teach him Korean, but all he’s doing is staring at the window.
He stares at me. He shook his head. “No” he said as he smiles innocently. “Hey, Korean Adele”
“What?”
“You, Jung Yeseul, Korean Adele” Yesung said.
I sighed. “Why do you keeps on calling me Korean Adele?” I asked. “I’m nothing like her. She’s beautiful, and she can sing”
Yesung smiles. “Why are you so not confident?” He asks. “You’re beautiful in your own way”
“I’m not. I’m ugly. I’m fat”
“So what? It’s curvy not fat” Yesung said. “And it’s y”
“You know what? I’m actually really confused. Why did you think that I’m beautiful while a girl like Taeyeon is ugly? I think you have some problem with your personal taste” I said.
Yesung laughs. “Nothing’s wrong with my personal taste” he said. “I admit, you’re not like other girls who wear make ups, dresses and high heels. Even my ex girlfriends are like that. But this is what I like from you. You’re simply beautiful. You’re beautiful in your own way. Only those who are stupid who can’t see your beauty”
I blushed profusely. “But… I’m fat” I muttered.
Yesung nods. “I see, you must’ve heard those words for a long time that you’re starting to judge yourself” he said.
I stares at the floor as if there’s something really interesting there. “I was like this since I was kids” I said weakly. “Everyone calls me pig wherever I go”
Yesung nods. “I see, people here aren’t  aware of body shaming” he said. “Hey, Korean Adele, look at me”
“Why?” I asked.
Yesung holds my chin, making me look up at him. “You know why I became overconfident?”
I stares at him blankly. “You know?”
“My counselor back in New York keeps on telling me that” Yesung said. “Fyi, it’s normal to have a counseling in there. Doesn’t mean I’m crazy” he adds. “Anyway, my parents divorced when I was 7. Everything happened in an LTE speed. Everyone did everything without even asking me”
That makes sense why he never ask first before doing something.
“We were having a holiday at Jeju island, and I can still remember that’s the first time I visit Korea. One day, Dad said he won’t go with us to the beach because he has a meeting. So me and Mom played together. But in the middle of playing, I realized that I left my pet turtle at the hotel” Yesung said. “Fortunately, our hotel is nearby, so I went to the hotel to get my turtle, but when I arrived, I saw Dad with another woman. I didn’t understand what they are doing. Dad is taking off her clothes and he even kissed her. But unfortunately that noticed me, so Dad hit me to threaten me not to tell Mom about what I’ve seen”
My eyes widened in shock. “Your father hit you?” I asked. “Yesung, this is serious matter. You can throw him to jail for child abuse!”
“No, Yeseul. I already burry this matter deep with my hatred towards my own father” Yesung said.. “I didn’t want to tell my mom at first, but she noticed the bruise on my body. She forced me to tell her what’s going on, so I told her everything. About my dad who hit me without a clear reason. And everything happened so fast. Mom went to the hotel with me only to see Dad with his making out. Mom got mad at him and they fought, I don’t understand what they are saying, but I’m sure they are cursing at each other in Korean. This is why I never want to learn Korean. I don’t want to know the meaning of it. The words they are saying”
As he said  it, I noticed his breath is getting heavier and his hands were trembling. “Yesung? Are you okay?”
He ignores me. “I begged Dad not to throw me and Mom away. I even apologized even though I don’t know what’s wrong, but he didn’t listen to me” he said. “I remember he said ‘you’re such a disgusting son of a ’, I don’t even understand what It meant, and he hit me even more, but this time, mom heard him, so she get me. He didn’t even fight for my custody. I still remember that said ‘we don’t need you honey. Because me and your father are going to have another kid. One that is a lot better than you’ proudly. That’s why I’m so happy when I know that she can’t bear a child. Karma does exist”
“Yesung, don’t continue this story. I’m sorry, I made you talk about something you don’t want to talk about. Now, take a deep breath and calm yourself, okay?” I said as I hold his trembling hands nervously. He seemed so weak that he can faint anytime. I can still see the fear, pain, and anger in his eyes.
He shook his head. “No, I start this story. I have to end it” he said as his voice started to tremble. “The kids at school cursed at me. They told me that I’m just a fatherless kid. That my father throw me away because he didn’t love me”
“Yesung stop” I said.
“I cried a lot back then. I even asked my mom, why dad choose his over me. My mom didn’t answer” Yesung said. “But one day, I woke up in the middle of the night, my Mom was crying while hugging our family picture. That’s when I put in my mind that I need to stop crying. I need to be strong for my mom and have revenge towards my jerk father. That’s why, I grew up with confidence, because I always put in mind that I’m handsome, I’m smart, I’m strong, no one can ever abuse me again. And I’m going to protect my Mom”
“Yesung stop!” I raised my voice at him as I can see his breath keeps on getting heavier. I hugged him tight. “Now, take a deep breath, calm yourself. You’re fine. No one will ever hurt you again. I’m here for you”
Yesung hugs me back as he leaned his face towards my shoulder. I can sense his cheek going up. He’s smiling. “You’re here for me” he repeated.
“Yes, I’m here for you” I said as I rubs his back to calm him.
“Yeseul”
“Yes?”
He lets go of me to stare right into my eyes. “You’re the very first person that I talked about this to” he said. “No one ever told this, and I never become this comfortable with anyone”
“And you’re the first person to become this close with me other than my parents” I said.
“Of course, I’m your boyfriend” Yesung said proudly.
I chuckled. “And I’m your girlfriend” I said.
Yesung’s eyes widened in excitement. “Does that mean you already accept me as your boyfriend?” He asks. “For real?”
I blushed profusely. “Ah, anyway, since we’re outside, let’s eat some street foods. Korean street foods. What do you think?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“I don’t know Yeseul, to tell you the truth, the only Korean food I know were bean paste soup and tofu stew” Yesung said. “And I have bad memories here… That’s why, I didn’t eat it that often”
“That’s too bad. Those two were just the basic” I said. “Now, I’ll replace all your bad memories here into a good one. Let’s have a date”
“A date?”
I blushed as I noticed his teasing smile. “A friendly date”
“but I’m your boyfriend”
“Whatever. Now, you go, or not?”
Yesung smiles at me. “I think it’s better if I go” he said.
For the first time ever, I wanted someone in my inner circle.
And that’s Kim Yesung.

~~~***~~~

“What is this thing called?” Yesung asks as he pointed at the tokkebi hotdog he was holding. “This looks a bit like corndogs”
“It’s called tokkebi hotdog”
“Okay, I give up pronouncing it” Yesung said. “Anyway this is good”
I smiled at him. “Of course it is. It’s one of Yeseul’s special recommendation”
“Okay, let me think what isn’t part of Yeseul’s recommendation” he said with his so called thinking pose. “Tteokbokki is Yeseul’s recommendation, even that Starbucks’ Korea special drink is Yeseul’s recommendation—“
“Okay, I admit, everything is part of Yeseul’s special recommendation” I said. “You’re too sensitive”
Yesung laughs softly. “Okay, okay” he said. “Anyway, you got ketchup on your lips”
“Where?” I asks as I tried to wipe is using my hands.
He hold my hands to stop it. “That’s dirty” he said before he leaned forward and captured my lips for a kiss.
It’s a real kiss this time. Not peck.
I blinked in surprise for a few times. Part of me wanted to push him away, but I’m too weak for it. He’s making me weak. I closed my eyes as I tried to enjoy his kiss.
He let go of me after a while. “There you go” he said.
I blushed profusely. “Secret garden?” I asks.
Yesung laughs. “You know, that scene of that drama was such a big hit” he said. “Everyone, everywhere was doing it,  so I guess we need to try it too”
I chuckled. “But it supposed to be coffee” I said.
Yesung smiles. “Because my Korean Adele is different” he said.
“Stop calling me Korean Adele” I said.
“Then Korean Meghan Trainor” Yesung said. “You know,your personality is just like the girl in Meghan Trainor’s song ‘No’, only less confident. You keeps on saying no towards me no matter how I said that you’re beautiful, original, and different, you won’t believe me”
“Because I’m nothing like that”
“Yeseul?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for today” he said sincerely. “Now, that you’ve replaced all my bad memories here, I’ll help you gain your confidence”
“How?”
“First, let’s do it Kim Yesung’s way” he said before he takes a deep breath and starts singing loudly.

‘There’s an uplifting scent coming from beyond the sunlight,
The moment you came
I wonder if you realized that this is a last-minute date,
When I saw you’

Everyone around was staring and whispering at us. And I swear, it was the most embarassing thing I’ve ever seen. Everyone must be wondering why a handsome guy like Yesung has an ugly girlfriend like me.

‘It was probably obvious because I can’t hide my feelings
What are we
I don’t like saying that we’re casual friends
I don’t want you in front of me like we are now, I want to be next to you
Where it’s much closer to you’

Unexpectedly, instead of laughing, everyone claps their hands at him. Even an old woman approached us.
“Aigoo” that old woman said. “How can your voice be this good? You should’ve been debuted”
Yesung stares at me confusedly. “What is she saying?”
I smiles at him. “She said your voice is good”
He smiles at the old woman. “Thank you” he said.
“Oh? He can’t speak Korean?”
“He didn’t grew up here” I explained.
The old woman nods. “You’re such a cute couple. I hope you guys will get married soon, you matched each other a lot” she said. “See you later” she adds before she left.
“What is she saying?”
I blushed. “S-she… Well, she said that we’re a cute couple” I stammered.
“See? Everyone is not as mean as you thought they are. Not everyone doesn’t understand the concept of bullying” Yesung said as he pointed towards a hanbok shop in front of us. “We’ll rent some hanboks and walk around this place while wearing it”
“You’re crazy!”
“I love you too” Yesung said as he laughs. “Let’s go!”
“No, Yesung this is public humiliation, not gaining confidence!”
“You need to be humiliated for you to be confident!” He said as he drags me with him.

~~~***~~~

“See? It’s not that bad, you’re beautiful” Yesung said as he stares at me who’s wearing a Joseon princess’ clothes.
“Yeah, not that bad if we’re filming a drama” I said sarcastically.
Yesung laughs. “Wait, let’s take a picture” he said as he took out his camera.
I rolled my eyes at him. “You surely love taking pictures, huh?”
“So that there will be some sort of a reminder about today” he said. “You know, Yeseul, if someday I need to go, if someday I had to leave you, you just need to stare at these pictures”
“Why do you need to leave me?”
“Yeseul, this isn’t my place. I can’t leave my mom and my company in New York forever” Yesung said.
There’s a moment of silent as we just stare at each other awkwardly. If in the end he’s going to leave me, then why bother making me fall for him in the first place?.
“If you’re going to leave…” I said, breaking the ice. “Then today, let’s play as if you’ll never leave”
Yesung smiles at me. “Good idea” he said. “Let’s go, we can take the pictures later”
“Yesung? I think it’s better if we take pictures first?”
“You’re just saying that as an excuses so that we won’t go out”
I just smiled sheepishly.
“Now, let’s go!” He said as he drags me with him outside the store.
“Yesung, we haven’t paid for this!”
“I still remember the owner said we can pay it when we’re done with it” he said as he keeps on dragging me.
“B-but—“
He smiles triumphantly  when we’re already outside the store. “Too late, we’re already outside” he said.
I looked down. “I hate you” I mumbled.
He smiles at me. “I love you too” he said.
“Why can’t you understand that it’s hard for me to do this kind of things?” I asks weakly.
“Yeseul? Look up”
“I don’t want”
“Look up and look around you” he said as he holds my chin and helps me look up.
I look around just like what he told me. Surprisingly, not even a single person is laughing at us. None of them bothered to even pay attention to us.
“See? Everybody is too busy with their own business. They wouldn’t waste their times to just pay attention to us, let alone laughing at us” Yesung said.
I smiled. “You’re right” I said
“Great. Now, ready to start our mission?” He asks as he holds my hand.
“Ready. Super ready” I said as I intertwines his finger on mine.
“So, should I apologize for this or confess my feelings to you?” He asks.
I laughed. “Descendants of the sun”
“Another big hit” Yesung said, still holding my hands.
For the first time ever, I’m doing something this embarrassing.
But worst, I want this embarrassing moment to last forever.
This ‘Kim Yesung’ is changing me.

~~~***~~~

It’s been 3 months since Yesung arrived here. And surprisingly, everyone’s becoming friends with him—mainly because he spends his time more with me at my desk than in his father’s office.
Know what’s more surprising? Even he’s friends with Taeyeon and Jungsoo now.
“Jungsoo hyung” Yesung called as he sit at a chair in my desk—My desk was right next to Jungsoo’s.
“What?” Jungsoo asks without looking up from his computer.
“Are you busy?”
“As you can see”
He gets a folder on top of Jungsoo’s desk. “Well, can I help you translate this?” He asks. “you seemed like you’re tired”
That’s when Jungsoo looked up from his computer. “Go ahead if you want me to get fired” he said.
“No, not fired” Taeyeon said. “You’ll get scolded first before you’re fired”
Yesung laughs. “Don’t worry, I understand Korean now, thanks to Yeseul” he said. “I just don’t know how to pronounce it”
Jungsoo stares at him suspiciously.
“I’ll ask Yeseul if there are some words that I don’t understand”
Jungsoo nods. “Accepted” he said.
There was a moment of silent after as Yesung was busy working on his so called article.
“What are you doing here?” Someone asks as she stood right in front of my desk. I looked up. It was Mr. Kim’s wife.
I quickly stands up and bowed towards her—well, I can’t help it, it’s a habit. “Good afternoon, Ma’am”
“Yeseul, don’t bow towards that ” Yesung said without looking up from his article. “You’re not even in the lower level as her for you to bow for her”
“So you’re still a coward huh? Pretending not to understand Korean when you understand?”
“Are you stupid? I just can’t pronounce it, but I understand” he said.
I was about to translate to Mrs. Kim when he said, “Yeseul, don’t translate for her unless I told you. You’re my translator, not hers”
“Would you stop talking in english? I don’t understand a single thing” Mrs. Kim said.
“Then, it’s your loss”
“I see, you’re such a rebellious son of my husband. No wonder he left you and your mother. Both of you were too hard headed”
Yesung clenched his fist. He stands up as he stares at Mrs. Kim right in the eye. “And no wonder Dad chooses you. Both of you doesn’t have class, and cheap. I guess people’s right. Money can never buy class. Yeseul, translate it so that this stupid will understand. And translate every single word literally”
I bit my lower lip. Out of everything he said, why would he told me to translate this one?. “Well… He said that… No wonder Mr. Kim chooses you, because both of you doesn’t have class and cheap” I said. “And he said that money can never buy class”
“What?” Mrs. Kim asks. “Listen, if I were you, don’t be too arrogant, because—“
“Who are you?” Yesung asks. He turns towards me. “Don’t mind her Yeseul, just go back to work”
I just nods at him before going back to work.
Mrs. Kim flashes a smirk. “I suppose you told her to go back to work” she said. “Who is she? Your pet? Or your ? I never know that you have such a low taste when it comes to girls”
I never heard those words for such a long time that it hurts even more than first time hearing it. I knew it. Yesung always made me think that nobody cares about how I look like when in fact, it’s all lies.
They care. And this proves it.
Yesung stares at me for a while. I avoided looking at his eyes. “you know what?” He said, still looking at me. I don’t really know who is he talking to. “You don’t have any right to call her , . Yeseul, translate it. You may add some words if you want”
I didn’t say anything. I’m tired of doing this. I’m tired of him making me believe that I can do anything. In fact, if I translated that, I may lose this job.
But if I don’t I might lose him.
Does that matter to me? I don’t know.
Jungsoo coughs. “Ma’am, he said ‘you don’t have any right to call her , . So go yourself’” he said with a smile.
“What?” Mrs. Kim said as she raises her hand to slap Yesung. “How dare you—“
Everything happened to fast. I shielded him. I ended up being slapped without really doing anything. But one thing I realized.
Losing him does matter to me. Seeing him being hurt does matters to me.
“Yeseul!” Yesung said as he holds my face in his hands. He caresses my aching cheek. He turns towards Mrs. Kim. “Why did you hit her?! She didn’t do anything wrong!”
Mrs. Kim rolls her eyes at him. “I suppose you were scolding me for hitting her” she said. “Excuse me, Mr. Know it all, I wanted to slap you, but she shielded you. Isn’t that your ’s fault?”
Yesung let go of me as he stares at her seriously. “Then why do you want to slap me? For saying the fact? But I’m right. You don’t have any right to call her . Why? I’m a 25 years old single man. She didn’t ruin any family. Even you, who flirted with a 42 years old married man doesn’t want to be called a ” he said. “Besides, isn’t it enough for you to abuse me when I’m a kid? Why want to abuse me again?”
Everyone in the room—except me stares at Mrs. Kim in shock. Who knows that Yesung is abused by her when he was a kid?.
She stares at Jungsoo. “What is he talking about?”
“H-he said that Yeseul isn’t a . He’s a 25 years old single man, she didn’t ruin any family. Even you who flirted with a 42 years old married man doesn’t want to be called a ” Jungsoo said. “And he said that isn’t it enough that you’ve abused him when he’s a kid? Why want to abuse him again?”
Mrs. Kim flashes a smirk. “What are you talking about? Your dad is the one who hit you, not me” she said. “Seems like you didn’t put any hatred in him that you even still use his surname. Stockholm syndrome?”
“I know. I remember. Dad is the one who hit me, but I still remember seeing you smiling while looking at Dad hitting me” Yesung said. “Besides, I didn’t use his surname. My mother’s surname is also Kim, stupid much?”
“Stop speaking in english you made me looks like a fool!” Mrs. Kim said as she raises her hand to slap him again.
This time, he caught it just in time. “You’re indeed a fool” he said. “If you’re smart, you’ll know how to speak english. Fyi, it’s international language”
Mrs. Kim just gritted her teeth in anger.
“Kim Yesung! What are you doing?!” Mr. Kim exclaimed, coming out of nowhere.
Yesung let go of Mrs. Kim’s hand. “What? I’m just—“
“Honey, he tried to hurt me!” Mrs. Kim said with teary eyes. “I was just asking what is he doing here but he hold my arm tight. See? I was bruised here!” She adds as she showed her wrist.
Mr. Kim sighs as he holds his temple. He stares at him seriously. “Why did you hurt her?!” Mr. Kim exclaimed.
“I didn’t hurt her! I never hurt her! She’s lying!” Yesung said.
“You think I believe that?!” Mr. Kim asks. “You’re the one who is lying! I always know you never liked her because you hate to admit that she’s a lot better than your mother!”
“ it! Old man, respect my mother, will you?” Yesung shouted back at him. “If this is a lot better than my mother, then why don’t you marry her in the first place?! Don’t hurt my mother! I don’t mind not to be born as Kim Yesung. I don’t mind not having to admit a disgusting fact that you’re my father!”
There’s a moment of silent. Everyone was staring at him in shock. Who would know that behind all his foolish act in front of his father he’s hiding such big hatred towards him?.
“Yesung, is this how your mother raised you?” Mr. Kim asks sarcastically.
“At least she raised me without abusing me. At least I didn’t get any wound or bruise because of her. Unlike someone” Yesung said calmly.
Mr. Kim clenched his fist. “Damn it! Yesung, have you ever think that I hit you because you deserved it?!”
“What?! What makes a 7 years old kid deserves to get beaten up by his father?!” Yesung asks. “Because he caught you ing his in their hotel room?! Fyi, In whatever terms, child abuse is wrong!”
“Shut up!” Mr. Kim shouted as he throws a picture frame on top of my desk and throws it at him.
That picture frame is a photo of us when we have that ‘Date’.
Yesung holds his head for that photo frame hit his head hard and shattered into pieces before it fell down to the floor.
I gasped in shock as I saw blood dripping from his forehead. I couldn’t even say anything as I was too shocked. What kind of father would hit his son with a glass photo frame?.
“Yesung! You’re bleeding!” Taeyeon said.
“I’m fine” he said weakly. He turns towards me. “Don’t worry”
“How am I not supposed to be worried if it’s obvious that you are not fine?” I asked.
“anybody who help him will get fired!” Mr. Kim shouts. “He deserve this. He’s such a rebellious son”
I can’t decide. And he seemed to know it. He smiled weakly at me as he shook his head, gesturing for me not to help him.
“Seriously, if only you’re not my one and only heir, I would never want to see your face anymore” Mr. Kim said.
Mrs. Kim flashes a smile. “Anyway, honey, he’s not your one and only heir. No longer” she said as she give him a piece of paper. “Congratulations, I’m 3 months pregnant”
Mr. Kim smiled. “Really?”
Mrs. Kim nods happily.
While everyone fell silent. If Mr. Kim got a new heir, doesn’t that means that Yesung will go?.
“But still, I don’t think I’ll still be alive once this kid graduated from college” Mr. Kim said. “We still need that kid”
“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t want to be a replacement of your son” Yesung said. “And I don’t care whether you’ll die or not. I don’t even care how this company will go on without me”
He walks closer to Mrs. Kim and kneeled down to have the same level as her tummy.
“Hey little kid. You know what? You saved your parents. I was planning to take over this company and throw your father away just like how he throw me and my mom away” he said. “But my plan is too dirty, no?. Now that you’re here, I just can’t have revenge. I’m not going to make anymore kid suffer like I did”
There’s a moment of silent. He holds Mrs. Kim’s tummy. “But… Why would I care about you? Your father didn’t even care about me when he throw me away. He didn’t even listen no matter how many times I begged him” he said. He let go of her tummy as he stands up. “Now that you got this kid, I can leave, right? I’m so sick of seeing you and your ’s face”
“You think I’m going to stop you?”
“No. Even if you did, I won’t stay. Did you stay when I begged you?” He asks before he left.
If he left, then what about… Everything?.
“Kim Yesung, come back here or else I’ll never let you return here anymore!” Mr. Kim said. “I never taught you to act like that”
Yesung stops walking. “Why would I come back here? I never liked anything from this place” he said before he really left.
If he never liked anything… does that means he never liked me too?.

~~~***~~~

A few days has passed since I last saw him.
Everyone followed him that day to have a proper good bye. Everyone, except me. Well, he said he never liked anything, which means me too, why would I bother follow him?.
I don’t even know if he’s still in Korea or not.
Do I looks like I care? Yes.
I hate this. Why would I care about him?.
At first I was the one who pushed him away. He’s invading my inner circle.
But why did I miss him invading my inner circle?.
I missed his overconfidence, I missed his weird ways, I missed his husky voice, I missed everything about him.
This is why I hate adding people into my inner circles.
Too bothersome to take them out once they show their true colors.
But too late. He’s already inside my inner circle.
I looked down as tears start running down my cheeks.
I should have stopped him.
But even if I did, will he stop?. Will he stay for me?.
I don’t understand. In one side, he said that he’s my boyfriend and he loved me.
But in the other side, he said he never liked anything here, and he left without saying anything.
Suddenly my cellphone chimed. I wiped my tears as I get my cellphone.

‘My flight is today, 5 P.M.-Yesung’

So he hasn’t left yet.
But what’s the difference? He said he doesn’t like me, right?.
I tried to control myself to think like that, but I can’t.
I stare at the clock. 3.30 P.M..
I hope what I’m doing right now is the best.

~~~***~~~

Yesung stares at the sliding door of Incheon airport’s international departure gate.
The final call for his flight had been announced a few minutes ago, but he’s still here, waiting for someone.
He sighs. “I guess I totally messed up” he said weakly.
A few days ago, when he said he liked nothing from that place, he lied. Actually he hated that he had to leave so soon. That he had to leave everything so soon. That he had to leave her soon. Yeseul, his Yeseul. But he had to, or else she need to lose her job for him. Isn’t it obvious? His father hates him. If Yeseul chose to stay with him that day, it’s 100% sure that his father or even his father’s will make her life in that office a living hell—and that’s the least if they are not going to get her fired.
He take a last glance at the sliding door of the international departure gate before he finally left. He had totally messed up.
“Kim Yesung!” Said a voice just as he was leaving. He turned around in disbelief. He knew this voice.
It’s her.
He run towards her and hugged her tight. “Why are you so late? I’ve been waiting for you”
“I’m sorry, I was stuck in traffic jam for an hour and—“ she stops talking when Yesung kissed her lips. 
“Don’t be sorry, I’m the one who supposed to say sorry. I lied. I told you I don’t like anything, but no, I liked everything, except for my father” Yesung said as he let go of her. “Yeseul, I love you”
“Then why are you leaving? You’re supposed to stay”
He shook his head. “I can’t. I need to go back. My company in New York need me, my mom need me”
“But I also need you”
“I promise I’ll be back” Yesung said. “Wait for me, okay? But for the meantime, just told that old man that we end our relationship before I left”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to have some problems because of me. I don’t want you to lose that job” Yesung said. “Because you look the most shining when you’re translating those articles”
“But it’s fine. I don’t mind losing that job” Yeseul said. “If Mr. Kim finds out that I lied, both you and I will end. I might will just lose my job, but what about you? What will you lose?. This is Mr. Kim that we’re talking about. You hurt your head just because you told him the fact”
Yesung smiles as he touched the band aid on his forehead. “This is nothing big, I’m fine, see?. That old man will just hit me, nothing more” he said.
“You said it like it’s nothing big”
“It is” Yesung said. “Yeseul, this is why I love you. The reason why I find you beautiful. That day, when we met, you said you need to go back to your office soon, but you still helped me even though your boss is going to scold you. No one but you helped me that day. I asked for help to anyone around. But they pretended like they didn’t hear me”
“It was just because it seems like you’re finding a hard time”
“But nobody cared about it, but you” Yesung said. “Before I met you, my standard for beauty is the same like everyone else. S line body, V line face shape, wears dresses and all, but after I met you, I finally realized that true beauty isn’t what seemed outside, but inside”
“I’m not that kind either”
“Stop saying that. I’m the one who see, I’m the one who judge” Yesung said.
“Isn’t it funny? We met at the airport, and we end at the airport” Yeseul said. “We’re like the Romeo and Juliet of modern times”
“This isn’t end. We’re just parting our ways, and promise to meet again after a while” Yesung said. “And we’re not Romeo and Juliet, because Romeo and Juliet have a sad ending, and I believe our story has a better ending”
‘Final call, Mr. Kim Yesung, please board to the aircraft immediately’
He laughs as he heard the final call. “I guess everyone at the plane will stare at me judgingly” he said. He kissed her lips one more time. “I love you. Wait for me, okay?” He asks. He didn’t even wait for her to answer before he left.
Yeseul hold his hand to prevent him from leaving. He stares at her confusedly. “Be safe” she said. “And I love you”
There’s a moment of silent. Yesung smiles in relief. “Finally” he said. “I love you too. See you later”

~~~***~~~

2 years has passed since I said goodbye to him that day. And he still haven’t come back at all.
A lot of things has changed since then. Mrs. Kim has given birth to a baby boy. And he reminded me a lot of Yesung. His narrow eyes, his chubby cheeks, and the way they talked. Arrogant, but cute.
And I had lost a lot of weight since then—I can’t help it. Everything here reminded me of him that I just goes back to missing him that I forgot anything else. I heard a lot of people saying that I’m beautiful since I lost weight.
But how I wish that one of them was Yesung. Sometimes, when the sliding glass door to our editing room opened, how I wish that it was him. Sometimes, when Mr. Kim will speak in english to someone over the phone, how I wish that it was him.
I wonder, what will he say when he see the new me? Will he recognize me? I wonder how he looks like now? Still handsome? Or has become even more handsome than ever? Did he had forgotten about me?.
I was still wondering when the phone on top of my desk rang. “Hello?”
“Ms. Jung Yeseul?”
“Yes, may I help you?”
“Someone is waiting for you at the lobby. He refused to say his name”
Could it be him?.
I quickly hang up even without saying anything.
“hey, your name is Jung Yeseul, right?” Mrs. Kim said, showing out of nowhere. “I met your ex at the lobby. He’s still arrogant and annoying. He even contaminated my son, and worse, my son liked him. So both of you haven’t broken up yet? Why are you lying? To protect him? Hey! Where are you going?!” Mrs. Kim shouts as I ran away to the lift.
I don’t care with her. I don’t care with everything. All I cared about is him. Yesung. My Yesung is back.

~~~***~~~

I arrived at the lobby, but he isn’t here.
“Where is the man waiting for me?” I asked the front desk.
“he just left awhile ago” the receptionist said.
A smile vanished from my lips.”oh, okay. I see. Thank you” I said weakly.
Maybe it wasn’t him. Or maybe even if it’s him, he just wanted to say goodbye. Maybe he found another girl there.
I was about to leave when I heard a voice behind me. “You’ve changed”
I turned around to face him. I know who it was. It’s too familiar. I smiled at him. “Yesung”
He smiles back at me. “Hey, miss me?”
I hugged him tight. “What took you so long? I waited and waited and waited for you but you never show up”
He hugs me back. “I’m sorry. I was busier than I thought, and I lost my phone at the airport so I can’t contact you” he said. “You lost a lot of weight. You’re so skinny now”
“I can’t help it. I kept on missing you that I even forgot to eat” Yeseul said. “Why? You don’t like it?”
“No, I like it. I don’t care how you looked like as long as it’s you” he said as he smiles sweetly towards me. “I just… Now I have a lot of rival, I guess?”
I laughed. “I think so. Jiho from HR department keeps on flirting towards me, Hyungsuk from editing team asked me to have a date with him yesterday—“
“And you accepted it?” Yesung asks.
I shook my head. “No. I told him I have a boyfriend”
“Good”
“Anyway, the receptionist told me that you left?”
“Ah… That’s…” Yesung said. “I just left to get this” he adds as he gave me a bouquet of pink roses.
“Flower? For me? Why?”
He didn’t say anything, he knelt in front of me as he pulled out a ring in a tiffany blue box. “Jung Yeseul, will you marry me? Let’s leave all this drama behind and live with me”
I stares at him in shock as tears of joy starts forming in my eyes. “I do, I do. I want to marry you” I said excitedly.
He smiles as he kissed my hand before he stands up. “Starting from today, you’re officially mine, understand?” He asks as he puts the ring on my ring finger.
I nods. “I’m always yours, Yesung”
“Good” he said before he kissed my lips.
The feelings never changed. It still gave butterflies in my stomach. Still as sweet and as heart fluttering as ever.
“Wait a minute” I said between our kiss as I pushed him a bit. “You just speak in full Korean towards me?”
“You don’t realize it?” Yesung asks. “I keeps on learning and practicing Korean, especially proposing you in Korean. Even my mom wonder why I suddenly wanted to learn Korean”
“And?”
“And I told her about you. A lot about you. And she liked you. She told me to quickly introduce you to her”
I laughed. “Your mom was hopeless. She thought that there was no stupid girl who will fall for her overconfident son”
“And you’re that stupid girl”
I nods. “Yeah, I stupidly loved you” I said. “And still love you today”
Yesung smiles as he leaned his forehead on mine. “I love you too” he said. He gave me a peck on my lips. “Are you regretting it?”
“No, I never regret anything that is related to you”
He smiles. “I love you, Jung Yeseul” he said. “You’re the most beautiful girl I ever seen”
I smiles back at him. “I love you too, Kim Yesung”
At the end, a girl with less confidence can end up with a man who got a lot of confidence. At the end, even me, who was fat and all can find true love. Don’t ever lose your confidence just because you’re fat or something, because people who called you ugly is just stupid. They can’t understand the meaning of true beauty. True beauty isn’t what visible to the eye, but what visible in the heart.
And my story with Yesung proves it.

~end~