Kim Joonmyeon was a pretty nice guy. I thought that from our coincidental meeting that the person fate had chosen for him would be extremely lucky. Just with a glance, our eyes meeting, I knew I wasn’t that girl, though.

It would have been nice if my soul mate was someone similar to him, but I wasn’t disappointed. I just knew my soul mate wouldn’t be here in this party. He had to be a normal guy maybe from a farther city or place.

Maybe i needed to go out and look somewhere away from here?

Having these thoughts convinced me it was time to leave this place that made me stick out like a sore thumb even by just simply standing at a corner. I didn’t really fit in the luxurious life. It was a terrible idea even coming here. I just couldn’t let my mom down.

So, with one last swipe of champagne from one of the passing servers’ tray, I gulped the content and silently bid my corner goodbye, hoping we didn’t have to meet again next year.

I passed by some people who seemed to be having the night of their lives as they conversed and flirted, not sure whether they had found their soul mate at the party or not, since all the guests were eligible bachelors and bachelorettes.

Moving my gaze away from the dance floor full with most of the guests and making sure I was far enough not to be mixed with the crowd, I decided to visit the loo before going home. I didn’t eat much from the food table, but had seven glasses of champagne to make me want to pee finally and release the tension knotting in my stomach.

Perhaps I was too busy being anxious about being here in this party again that I didn’t notice, but now that I didn’t have much to think about but go home that I finally came to realize the discomfort in the middle of my body. I swiped at my forehead and neck also realizing I’d been covered in cold sweat. Every breath was becoming much laboured. My gaze unsteady as I tried to find my way out of the maze of people.

“Just where is the loo in this big place,” I muttered to myself, looking around. Frustration was consuming me every second that passed.

I searched left and right, having failed results to find the loo, but just as I was ready to give up and go home, there it was right in front of me as if mocking me. I sighed, at least in relief that I found it, but not for long.

Because just as I got nearer I couldn’t help but notice what I failed to do so in the beginning. It made me stiffen in place at the opening of the hallway leading to the loo. Suddenly I didn’t know what to do while watching two people eating each other’s faces. It was probably going to be awkward just passing by them but the loo was calling to me.

So, it was either I go in and get some relief or go home having this discomfort in my stomach.

I wanted to feel a little better before going back. At least, I didn’t want mom to worry. She’d easily know it if I was really sick or something. You know, what with mother’s instincts.

I wiped at the trail of cold sweat on the side of my face while trying to avoid looking at the two strangers still not noticing my presence. It must have been too pleasurable for them to kiss and touch each other that intimately that they didn’t even hear it when I cleared my throat.

Maybe there was another loo somewhere. I couldn’t help but sigh, eyebrows scrunched up at the discomfort that was slowly intensifying like fire in my stomach.

I was probably not in the best state of mind at this point though, because instead of going straight without minding them, I looked around ready to run for another loo in the area. I would rather find a safe hallway than pollute my innocent mind with the unspeakable things these people did in the hallways and not in their own privacy.

I wouldn’t have done something so intimate with my significant half in such a petty place like this. This wasn’t how I wanted it to be like. And I truly wished my soul mate wasn’t like that guy.

Yet—suddenly—there he was looking straight at me.

At the same spot as the same guy kissing that random girl, the same body that I was about to turn my back from.

What was he doing?

My eyes trembled as they connected with his.

The guy harshly pulled away from the girl he was just kissing seconds ago and now he was staring at me the same way I had been doing at him. It was that mixed look that said everything I was feeling at this moment—shock, elation, that slowly became hurt, anger, and disappointment. Yet, he had one emotion different from mine and that stood out in that tensed silence—regret. I wasn’t too sure whether it was regret of what he did or regret of meeting me.

All I knew was that suddenly my world had been flipped upside down—it crashed and then collapsed, bits and pieces everywhere. That nothing that came after this would be the same. He had chosen to open his eyes to the truth, but why did it have to