First love * 002

"Don't ever show me your turned back for the last time."

Chapter 2:

*OC POV*

Luhan.

…..

What did he eat to get him so handsome?

Why is he so perfect?

Why did he keep appearing in my mind?

…..

Oh !

I think I love him already. Does the love world allow 25 – minute love? Cause I am now sick, lovesick. My mind has been going blank, my legs have been keeping weaker and weaker, my hands have been shaking, my heart has been beating crazily from that morning incident till now – lunch.

“Hello there”

“Hana”

“Back to Earth, Hana!”

“Kim Hana” Yoobi uses a spoon waving in front of me.

“Sorry sis, what did you say?” I startle.

“You’ve been spacing out and not touching your food. Busy thinking about “your angel”, huh?” Yoobi laughs evilly.

“Ye…What? No. Who’s angel?”

“Luhan. Who else? You’ve been babbling “angel Luhan” all the time.” Yoobi says, matter - of - fact. “Talk about him, how did you know him?” She asks, obviously curious.

“I met him on…Oh my god. I’m late. Bye. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok?” I stand up, take my bag. Must be in the second company in 1 pm and now it is 12’45’34 pm, I’m deadmeat.

“Ah. Uhm.”. “Wait, Hana, what about your lunch?” Yoobi smiles “Lovebird”

*IN THE SECOND COMPANY YOU WORK FOR*

12’59’23 pm.

No no no. Not today. I’ll be scowled, for sure, or maybe fired. My life…I’m running to the elevator, as fast as possible. There. Two more steps…

It’s closed.

Perfect. Let me repeat P.E.R.F.E.C.T. How am I supposed to survive? What do I can? What can I do? Think Hana, think. I look around. The stairs. No. My office is in the 13^th floor. Ah. There is another elevator in the opposite. Assa!

I quickly step in before it closes completely. Phuuu. Good job, Hana.

“Are you new?”

“Yeah I’m…” Turning my head to the voice, I’m immediately dazzled by you – have – no – idea – who – in – front – of – me. Breathless. I think I’m going to be fainted. Somebody pass me the oxygen!

“Interesting.” He smirks. ”Do you know who I am?” He’s coming closer to me. Every time he steps ahead, I step back, till my back hits the wall. Damn it. I look down.

He stands too close to my liking. My breath becomes heavier and heavier.

To my surprise, he gently holds my chin up, then looks straight into my eyes. I think my eyes are gonna pop out.

“I’m Kai. What’s your name?” He asks, still holds my chin.

“Kiii..Kim Hana, sir” I reply bashful.

“Hana…” He looks me up and down. Is he checking me out now? You ert.

“I like you.” He bluntly says, emotionless.

“What did you say?”

“I. LIKE. YOU.” He emphasizes.

Just when I don’t know what to do, the elevator wide opens. Thanks God.

“I’ll meet you soon.” He steps back, the warm in my chin disappears. I bow, get off the elevator as fast as I get in. The air. Oh my heart. Why can I stop breathing for that long?

“Hana. Kim Hana, right?” Chanyeol – the tall manager calls me.

“Yes, sir”

“Don’t call me sir, just Chanyeol-ssi ” He laughs. ”And you’re late.”

“Sorry, uhm… Chanyeol-ssi, I…” I look at him, eyes wide open, watery.

“You what?”

“I..I…” My eyes are cuter and cuter. This trick always works. 3.. 2.. 2.5.. 1…

“Ok. Ok. But no second time, clear?” He scratches his head, looks away.

Cute. “Yes. I promise.” I happily say.

“Who’s Kim Hana?”

“Oh. Hi, Lay! Hana’s here. What’s up?” Chanyeol asks Lay – the pretty boy just came in.

“Mr. Kim wants to meet her, emergency” Lay says, eyes on me all the time.

“That’s so. Hey Hana, can you go with him just a second?” Chanyoel turns to me, he seems surprise – I suppose.

“Uhm, yes” I wave Chanyeol, then follow Lay. In the way to Mr. Kim’s office, he keeps quite, sometimes turns around a litter bit, not completely.

“You go. He’s in there.” Lay says, softly like the winds.

I’m taken aback by his sudden words. “Ok”

I shyly open the door, walk in the huge office.

“Hi Hana”

WTH. Kai is my boss? I stands there like an idiot, eyes open the maximum.

“I’ve been thinking and decided that you’ll be my personal stylist.” He says, somewhat I feel his words so seductive and y and addictive and sweet and… at the same time.

“But I haven’t even started working yet” God. I’ve just been here around 5 minutes and BANG, I am his personal stylist.

“That’s great. Now you have to work only near me. Work can starts now. My first task: eat with me.” He smirks, again. Damn that smirk.

“I think I can’t, sir” At the same moment I talk, my stomach growls. Oh !

“Humm. As I can see, you go with me.” He holds my wrist, hauls me with him.

I struggle. The more I struggle, the firmer he holds my wrist. I think that area will be turn to red later. When we reach his Lamborghini car, he still holds my wrist, pulls me into his car.

“Let me get out of here” I scream.

He still focuses on driving, not even turn to me.

“I said LET ME GO.” I strongly demand.

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll kiss you. Now. Hard” He brings his face closer to me. I can feel his breath tickling in my right cheek. His eyes looks so .. seriously I think.

Seeing me silent, he smirks. ”If you work for me, I think you should know one thing: what I said it must be done.” He pauses. “Oh, and more. Since now, you must be in my house 6’30 am every day, PERSONNALLY choose clothes for me.”

“Can you just PERSONNALLY wear everything you choose?” I’m discontented.

“Nope. I want to look the best.”

“Jerk”

“I can hear you.”

Shoot. Good luck my life.