II- HEARTBREAKER

July 5, 2019

 

He paced back and forth as he looked around the living room; his things haphazardly lying around. A hissing sound came from the kitchen as the kettle steams.

 

“Yes. I won’t forget. I’ll be sure to give you the payment before the month ends.” he sat down, listening to the voice speaking on the other end of the line. He unfastened his tie as he sat on the sofa, ending the call.

 

“. I need money.” he sighed in exasperation, his head hitting the back of the sofa.

 

He then checked his phone browsing the gallery as he stopped to the brown eyed girl whom he followed a few days ago from her shooting.

 

He smirked at the thought of his encounter with her. The way she panics at that time as he approached her, made it hard to hold back his laughter.

 

It wasn't as if he wanted to stalk her in the first place. He tried to make her be aware of his presence before he approached the girl, but she was just very slow witted. Intrigued at her dense self, he tried ways to make her notice him. He had to actually make it very obvious for her to know he existed. The guy didn't realize he'd been staring at her far too long, it became hard to approach. That's all there is to it.

 

“So, is she the girl you’re supposed to check out?” a girl with long black hair peeked out from his side. Her hands massaged the back of his neck, as she kissed his cheek. She then slid by his side holding on to his arm.

 

“She seemed rather harmless and innocent. You sure you want to do that?” she continued as she drew circles on his arm. He moved away from her touch, earning a curious gaze from the woman.

 

“Who cares. I’ll make sure that she will fall for me before this month ends and win that damn bet.” he grumbled as he stood up, making his way through the kitchen.

 

The girl looked at him, feeling amused by his reaction. She proceeded to follow his every move while he prepares his coffee.

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DAYA

 

Do you know the memory when your mom tried to tell you to not stray away because you might get lost? I’ve heard this several times from my own mother since I never listened and just be the happy go lucky kid who roams around wherever she pleases. I did cry a lot and I never learned. I would hide away from people and go in cramped or hidden places. My mother rarely showed that she’s angry when she found me. She just smiles and tells me I’ve been very naughty.

 

But this situation? This is a grievous mistake on my part. I am sure that I will pay once the witch finds me.

 

Let’s go back a few minutes ago, when my Bommie told me to stay inside the car so she can talk to the photographer if everything is in place. The shoot was supposed to be last week but they had to make a few adjustments. I nod in agreement and sat comfortably on my seat. After she left, I was rocking inside shouting my lungs from the song that was playing on the radio, the driver not caring for a bit on my craziness. Then I felt this tiny prick in the lower part of my body that was telling me it’s time to go and pee.

 

I am a person who cannot hold her business for too long or else, everything will just flow. It always happened when I was a kid. I slept, then woke up soaking in a puddle of you know what. I haven’t had it after I got in to school, but you’ll never know.

 

I tried to stop myself; I really did. But my manager was taking too long to finish so I just cannot stop from going out. I looked at Jjangme, our driver. He was sleeping soundly and I didn’t want to disturb him so I let him be. I told myself I can do it by myself, I'm a grown up adult. I removed my jacket as it's too hot outside, wearing just a flowy dress for the shoot later and a pair of sneakers.

 

I was cautious, alright. Once I saw no one in the vicinity, I ran to where I thought the comfort room might be. I do not have any sense of direction so I naturally got lost. When I asked the guard to tell me which way is the loo, he gave me a complicated hand sign that I did not get and just bowed to him saying my thanks.

 

Wrong decision I ever made in my life. Just like a butterfly drawn to a flame, I didn’t get in the washroom. Instead, I was in a garden, far away from any available restroom. I was greeted by a swarm of fanboys and girls from the vicinity. An airhead just walked in a lion’s den, ladies and gentlemen, with no guards and I even left my phone.

 

They didn’t see me yet, thank goodness.

 

Darn it, Daya. You are so screwed.

 

I tried to stop myself from inhaling or exhaling any air. I would die either way if these guys became aware of my presence. With heavy steps, I backed away holding my breath; not taking my eyes from the gathered crowd. I attempt to hide my face from being seen by holding both my hands up; as if it would do anything.

 

“DAYA NOONA!!!” I heard a guy shout.

 

In my head they all slowly stared at my direction like predators hungry for their lunch. I, on the other hand, stopped thinking for a moment as my brain processed on what's bound to happen.

 

Oh gosh, it's run for your life Daya!

 

My legs moved on its own and tried to run back to where I remembered our car was parked. I round the corner and another one, my flimsy dress was not helping at all as it flaps wildly everywhere.

 

I cursed myself, feeling the rapid beating of my heart. I got inside a building and looked around if I could hide anywhere. I ran for a bit inspecting the surroundings left to right. I noticed them gaining on me. I ran again, rounding another corner: a dead end. I am now trapped between closed doors.

 

The inner me is panicking as I attempt to unlock them, trying each one of the knobs; praying that one of them will open.

 

A clicking of a handle was heard as it opened in the process at my back side. I grabbed the person by their shoulder, shoving whoever it is back to their room. I know this is trespassing, but I rather live than be outside preparing for the worst.

 

I locked the door, tumbling down in the process. As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a pair of brown orbs staring right into me. He has this amused look on his face, his lips parted as he breathes. His hair is pink like sakura blossoms and he had this uniquely pale skin. I noticed his beauty mark on the left side of his eyes as well.

 

As I openly ogled at his face, I felt the gap between us shrinking.

 

Omo! Why are you doing this Daya!?

 

“I didn't know you're this forward, princess.” His husky voice entered my mind.

 

I was lost in those eyes, while my slow brain tried to process what he just said. I then began to notice my hands on his shoulders, while my face is an inch away from him. My legs were both parted, as I straddle his upper torso.

 

He was smirking at me. I am gaping at him.

 

I shriek a little in my head.

 

“Did you hear that?” I heard a muffled voice outside.

 

It turns out the scream was coming from my own mouth.

 

Great.

 

I grabbed the pretty guy and covered his lips with my hands. His eyebrows furrowed even further, I sheepishly smiled at him in return. The shuffling of feet outside grew louder, the sound stopping at this very door. I stared at it, feeling the sound of my heart as it erratically beat. This is scarier than a zombie thriller movie; I felt as if I’m the side character who will be killed any moment now because I am pretty stupid and thought I could beat the heck of the monster before me.

 

“! The guards are coming, let's go dude!” I heard a guy say as their footsteps got farther and further.

 

I sighed in relief. Then I felt a warm moist from the palm of my hand making me yelp in surprise.

 

Did he just... l- my hand?

 

I looked at him bewildered and stood up as fast as a bolt.

 

“I- I- I'm sorry!” I bowed to him as he got up, dusting himself.

 

“No worries. I like being pushed roughly by a pretty girl.” He winked at me as I took a step back.

 

This guy is also weird. Will the day get any worse than this?

 

He paced towards me as he adjusted his suit. I took another step away from him, as I felt the cold brick hitting my back. I go from one to another trouble. I never learned my lesson at all.

 

What now Daya?! This handsome guy looks like a ert for real!

 

He was now standing in front of me. He moved his hands up on the wall, trapping me in between them. I am praying for my life and confessing the foolish things that I have experienced due to me being the queen of trouble.

 

I held my hand tightly in front of my heart as I closed my eyes and bow, chanting weird noises inside my head to make the evil spirit inside this person go away. I felt his head getting closer to my own, my hands tightening in expectancy and fear.

 

I heard a snort, then a chuckle.

 

I slowly opened my eyes, looking at the guy who has his shoulder shaking while his head is bowed down.

 

“U-uhm. Excuse me…?”

 

Then just like that, he went ballistic and laughed out loud. He’s playing with me! This jerk! He kept on laughing as I stared at him, dumbfounded and rather lost. I cross my arms waiting, my patience growing thin as minutes passed. At this time, he’s still having a hard time stopping. I wonder if he could stop his breath too in the process as my shameful meter is skyrocketing.

 

“We always meet at a weird time do we?” he asked in between coughs.

 

I stared at the man before me. He tried to straighten his back, then act as if he’s wearing a coat and trying to get something from it as he offered the non-existent air to my hand. This rather looks familiar. Except that in my mind, I remember a hobo guy. He was acting like we’re having a charade game and I can’t help chuckling in return. I let him be, as he pulls up an imaginary hood to his head. Then he walks towards a chair. He sat on it, while he’s legs parted as he looked at me dead in the eyes. After that, he cupped his right hand as if he was holding a mug and sipping it’s content. Okay, that looks rather familiar, even though he looked foolish. Where did I meet him?

 

My mind slowly came to a conclusion.

 

“The ert!” I blurted out, glaring.

 

I cannot believe that the guy I met last week would appear before me again. Does that mean he’s stalking me again?! There must be a few screw loose on his head. Sure he is good looking and rather y but that doesn’t change the fact that he kept on following me anywhere I go. Does he not have any hobbies except being my number one fan? That sounds egotistical, since I only saw him that one time.

 

“You’re mistaken. I only got really curious since they told me you were like a goddess. But..” he scanned me from head to toe roaming his eyes as if he’s disappointed in what he was seeing and shaking his head. I put my hands up on my body as an act of defense. This rude guy. If I could, I will remove those eyeballs out of his skull!

 

“Does this mean you owe me one?” he added as he blinked, acting cute.

 

“You wish! I don’t owe anyone especially a... a stalker like you!” I vehemently denied as I clutch on my chest.

 

“I see, shall I scream out loud?” he challenged me as he put his hands up on the side of his mouth.

 

“You wouldn’t dare!”

 

“I am warning you, stalker ert.” he looked at me as if I’ve grown three heads.

 

“DAYA IS HE-” I jumped on him as I tried to tape with my hands on that blabbermouth of him.

 

“Okay! I owe you one! Oh my gosh you’re crazy!” I hissed at him.

 

He smirked, removing my hand from his face.

 

“You better remember that polka. Also, you should put that down before we go out of this building.” he started walking away, unlocking the door. He moved his hand, wiggling it on a down sign.

 

Polka? Bring what down?

 

My heart stopped as I looked down on my dress, my legs exposed and feeling cold. Underwear. Weird gurgling sound. Faint. Embarrassment. A lot of inner screaming.

 

He stopped walking and side looked at me.

 

"By the way, my name's Jiro. Don't forget about it." He shot his eyebrows up, still grinning, and walked away.

 

I can feel my hand itching to kill and scream but I had to calm down to not call any attention.

 

You’re going to pay for this you erted stalker!