Prologue

The sunlight came from my window, waking me up from my deepest sleep, and guess what? I dreamt it again, the dream that had been haunted me for a few months, I didn’t know why. I was standing on a huge stage. Crowds cheered for me, calling my name hysterically, like I was some kind of god. I was holding a mike. As the music started I moved my body, danced according to the melody. I sang the harmony with all my heart; the crowds seemed to be crazier. But that’s just a dream.

I rubbed my eyes, looked through the window. Today was another day. Still half , I went to the bath as I got my towel. Using the cold water, I killed my sleepiness. Then I took a quick bath.

Yawning, I got myself dressed. Waking up in the morning was so hard for me, but I got work to do. I just ate last night sandwich for my breakfast. I went outside to find my cart. Yes, my lovely-designed-meatball-cart. I used it to sell the meatball on street, and guess what again? I was very famous because of it. Lots of customers came and came again to taste my meatball. Guess I’m a genius? Haha…

I never thought today would be any different, my life was monotone, I didn’t like conflict. I’m the type that would always avoid it, trying to live in peace. I really didn’t have any idea it’d be changed so fast, today.

I checked at the ingredients I prepared last night, all of it was good. I smiled happily as I pushed my cart out of my small house. Just when my cart got out and went to the street, I heard something loud. It’s freaking loud.

“MOVE OUT!” a voiced shouted as a siren of car’s screaming in my earlaps.

I tried so hard to move, pulling back my cart back, but it’s too late. Damn it…!!! The ketchup that I prepared for 3 hours had spilled on the dirty-stoned street!!!

“YAAAA!!! Look at what you’ve done!” I screamed angrily. But the owner of the car didn’t get out from his damn expensive car. He ran as fast as mouse running from a cat! Damn it! I cursed again. I would remember the car, black Lamborghini, XXX 33.

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I was late! I was late! I was so late! My customers would have gone already; they would think I didn’t open today! Damn it! It’s that entire rich bastard’s fault! I ran as I pushed my cart to the corner where I claimed to be mine. It just a few blocks from my house, the view was very lovely, just across a park and the air was fresh too! 

Running like a crazy man, finally I arrived. I looked at my watch; its 1 p.m. Damn it! I missed lunch time…I needed to remake the ketchup because of the accident, now I wouldn’t get my precious…MONEY!!!

Yes, MONEY was so important for me, but well, not the first. I took my cart to the spot. Then, a man in black went to my cart’s direction. I thought he’d be my first customer. He’s wearing black tuxedos, with a light blue tie. His shoes were so clean. I knew he’s not a normal customer, he must be very rich. My stares finally reached his face. The oval and small face fit him well, the brown dazzle eyes were hypnotizing me. I couldn’t take my sight from his appearance.

“Hmm, can I order one, please?” he asked in a very polite manner. I asked him what he wanted to add at the soup. He stayed silent for a while. Confusing, I asked again, then he replied.

“Please wait a minute. You can sit there…” I pointed at the chair near my cart. Again, strangely, he stayed for a while before going to the chair. I warmed up the meatball, making it just in the perfect way. Well, like I always did, I sang softly my favourite song, by Kim Junsu, the singer that had just received an award of the-best-voice-in-Korea. It’s called Rainy Night. 

Like using a warp machine, the man rushed to my side, pulling my body to his. I dropped the big spoon. We stared at each others’ eyes. Damn it, his eyes was so…so…interactive.

“Let…let me go…” I struggled with my words.

“What’s your name?” he asked. His voice made me feel hotter. I couldn’t resist his charm but to answer.

“Kim…Kim Jaejoong…”