P R O L O G U E

There's a weight in my bed

Where you laid and you said

I don't know you

I don't know you

If we tried to retrace

Would it show on my face

And remind you

I don't mind you

And babe, this isn't right

But if you ever dry your eyes

Then honestly I'm fine

With keeping my trust in you

It's time to walk in my shoes

It's true, I tried making it up to you

If I did all that I had to do

Would you be here in my room?

{The Marias, I Don't Know You}

            My life was always been flat. I never tried anticipating exciting things anymore. Walking home drunk and knowing that my credit card goes zero balance every week are just some of the things I oddly find exciting. Being twenty-six and having the job as the night club girl does not even make anything greater. Everything goes dull and depressing but I never once tried killing myself since I actually have the motivation to survive this cruel world. 

As Aphrodite, I have always been surrounded by rich men. They're not anything new. I learned how to manipulate them for tips. I learned how to make them fall for me without attached emotions in between. I learned how to be selfish and greedy for what they have. It has to be like this. I have to be like this in order to survive. Changing my image is good enough for the satisfaction of their lusts.

It was as if everything was a plan from the heavens and I was chosen to suffer in place of someone else. Sometimes I ask the gods; do I really deserve this? Will there be a day that I'd become some sort of a Disney princess who'd be saved by her prince charming? That's cringy, but that would be a great idea.

The heavens finally answered my prayers but instead of a prince charming, they sent me some weird landlord.

This landlord who goes by the name of Jonghyun would constantly ask the monthly payment I failed to pay for months. Although he's younger than I am, he constantly gives me weird but wise advices in life. He's almost like some grand old fart who went through a lot of experiences in his lifetime. He's smart. He's cute (a bit). He's clumsy. And he's everything I would never want.

I envy him. I envy him a lot. If he were to live my life he would be suceeding by now and I would be alright. 

And eversince we met I find the most simple things in life exciting.

I like it whenever he knocks on my door and asks me to pay the rent. I like it whenever he gives advices because they're actually useful, making less stupid. I like it whenever he says the usual lifeless, "Take care," although it's not really anything special. I like it whenever he wears his crazy pajamas while reading some Japanese manga. I like it whenever he cooks his omelet and the smell of sprinkled cheese on it. I like it that he's just being himself. 

He's all weird but I don't care. I think I like him.

Aside from convincing him for another extension of the rent payment, I would also convince him to atleast like me even just a tiny bit.