JODY:

 

The widened cat eyes, the pursed lips, the flushed cheeks. I know he recognizes me. A kick on the shin as mind blowingly painful as I did to this jerk is enough not to be forgotten until his remaining days here on earth.

A big sum of money forced me to extend my arm for a handshake and surprisingly he reached for it, squeezing mine with the same heated force as I do.

From there, I just sealed a contract for 3 months in hell with the disrespectful chaebol kid who made me hate Korea for a while.

“Jody,” I said in between gritted teeth.

“Joonmyun,”

Joonmyun. Even his name goes heavy with my tongue.

 

 

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TAM:

“Alright . Give me a message if you’re with Kyungsoo already. Don’t worry Tam, the guy’s pretty nice. You’ll get along for sure.” With that Andi drops the line and left me hanging by a thread to my death bed. I look back at my phone, 6:30pm it reads and here I am still stooping beside some sort of bush like a constipated duck struggling for a dump. I swear if vanishing into thin air is possible and I mean physically possible, I’d be gone forever together with these really annoying feelings, away from him, far, far awa—

“Excuse me?” It all came down to me as soon as I heard his voice.  That voice. The last time, which was about 4 years ago, he sounded like a wounded hippo on crack.

Oh but … 

Low, firm and smooth, almost like a bedroom kind of voice. That’s how it sounded right now.

 

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ANDI:

“Can I get my 50 cents?”

This is not the right thing to say, I know, but this is the only way I could make him look at me again and perhaps, my only chance to apologize. Still, my conscience is trailing me for cursing him earlier. He stopped turned around, took something inside his pocket, walk straight to me, but still not looking, and handed me the coin.

“Look. I’m so sorry. What I said earlier, was just brought up by stress. I came from work... and...”

“It’s okay.” He said and went in.

I bit my lip, confirming that he really is upset. “Please tell Tam ‘I’m sorry’ too.”

I kicked my car’s front wheel before getting in and rush to my home and realized he didn’t even ask for my name.

 

 

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CAYLA:

“Chanyeol-imnida.” He extends his left hand, but before I was able to handshake it, he swiftly changed his hand to his right hand. 

Alright, alright ... I get it, he’s playing tricks on me. He paraded again all of his teeth.

“Cayla.” I said, but instead of facing him, the guy from Chanyeol’s back distracted me. I was wrong when I say he’s not moving, because he does, he finally moved. And his name is, Sehun, that’s what Chanyeol said.

“Sehun?” I repeated.

“Oh Sehoon.” He completed. And he speaks. At least that tells me he’s alive. I finally was able to sit down. Chanyeol also introduced the guy from my left, and as expected, he’s again placing some eyeliner under his ... eyes obviously. “That’s Baekhyun. Obviously, he hates placing black lines under his eyes.”

“Wow.” Obviously, it came off as a sarcastic ‘wow’ like I didn’t notice it ... at all. Mr. Kim’s voice haunted my ears again.

Just blend in ... I’m pretty sure you can get out here safe.

And with a thud, my curious mind asked, so how did he blend in? Well... there is no time to worry about all of that now, and besides I am already here so ... let’s just take the challenge, maybe I could get used to this anyway.