"Unfortunately I don't like gossip like that, it's not my style." Baekmyo closes his computer.
"Then, who spreads rumors like that in the office?"
Baekmyo shrugs. "I have no idea."
"Wow, I don't expect them to seriously support you," I mutter when my mind is on the Gossip Trio.
Baekmyo stands up, walks over to me who stand in front of his desk, then he pulls my chin with one beautiful hand. "I'm grateful for that. Now hurry downstairs and prepare dinner for me! I'm hungry," he whispers in a low voice.
His treatment like this makes my heart rustle. Nobody touch me like this before, so I am nervous.
-o0o-
One bottle. Two bottles. Until two bottles of soju I crash, I cross the line. My head is very dizzy and I am barely conscious. My body's tolerance for alcohol is actually only two or three, finishing two bottles put me literally on the brink of consciousness. I want to die.
"Miss! Miss! You better go home! You are already very drunk."
"Miss!"
I can hear someone talking to me. "Baekmyo! You!" I grab the clothes of the person in front of me. I am really really drunk. In my view, this person is Baekmyo.
"I'll kill you! You deserve to die!" I start wandering all over the place before I fall to the floor and it all go dark.
Even though I am drunk, I can feel someone throwing me into the car. It looks like a man. Even though my heart is rebellious, my body can only surrender in a helpless state. In my heart I scream, my mouth screams but only a groan comes out.
I don't want to be kidnapped! I don't want it!
When I get to a place somewhere, this man pulls me out of the car and guides me into a place. Like a house or whatever. I beat him even though I know my hit doesn't hurt him at all.
"Let me go... I've sold myself..." I keep moaning. "You, don't take me..."
Uweekkk!
I vomit my guts on the floor and the man next of me screams angrily and carries me inside.
"I've sold myself, Sir... but I want to sell myself again... one of my kidneys, my lungs, my eyeballs, my bones, my chin..." I said, clutching the neck of the man who is carrying me.
"But... not my heart, I want to fall in love..." I cry after said that. "Uh... am I selling my body? I did sell myself, but I only need to use my service, not my body. How about you buy me?" I am going crazy.
I don't know how this guy's expression, my two eyes can't be wide open and it's like they are covered in fog. Everywhere it looks blurry. Everything is blurry, my world is blurry!
This man lowers me in the bath and forces me to sit down. I refuse and try to stand up even though my body sways like jelly. He forces me to sit down again, I feel wet and cold from the tip of my head to my feet.
"Ugh! What are you doing?!" I scream angrily.
This man baths me with the clothes that are still complete on my body. The sound of water can be heard pouring in the bathtub that is empty. The water is so cold until makes me wake up a little and shiver with cold.
"So troublesome," he said.
I pinch, hit, kick, push this man with the rest of my strength. Trying to get away from him.
-o0o-
In the morning I wake up when the sun begin to rise. I wake up in my own room. My head hurts. I remember that I am at the bar and drinking there and then ...
"How am I here? Who brought me home?" I muttered. I check the clothes and I am shocked. These are not the clothes I wore last night.
But this is not the time to be surprised and reminisce about last night's events. Besides, I don't remember anything other than drinking at the bar. I'll think about it later.
I rush to the bathroom, get ready for work, if I don't work, how can I make money? My debt is very much and I have to pay it off quickly. That bastard Baekmyo, if you want to torture me, why doesn't you kill me?
"Madam, you don't have breakfast?" asked Auntie Yoo who sees me just drinking a glass of water without touching the food on the table.
"Auntie, I told you, just call me Yongju. Don't call me 'Madam'! I feel uncomfortable," I replied in a hasty tone.
"But..."
"Auntie, I feel awkward when you call me like that."
"Um, okay."
"Auntie Yoo, prepare me breakfast!" Baekmyo comes in neatly dressed.
"Yes, Sir."
Before Baekmyo sits on the chair, I hurry off. I do not greet him as usual, he looks at me with a confused look. I leave him without even bothering.
"Are you feeling better? If not, then you should just rest at home!" he said.
I stop my steps without turning to him. "Even though I am on the verge of my death, I will still work. Aren't you looking forward to your money?" I replied.
I glance at him sarcastically then walk then stop again. How does he know I was drunk? No way, someone like him can't possibly do me a favor. Never mind, I have to go to work.
-o0o-
I mop the hallway on the fifth floor. While scrubbing the floor daydreaming. Thinking how hard life is. Since my father died, my brother and I lost it all. Everything was stolen by the hand of that deceitful woman.
Since then, I never go to bars, eat in fancy restaurants, eat good food, shop, hang out with friends of the same age. Luxury leaves me, not me who leave luxury.
All my friends lost when I was poor, they were not real friends. It was okay, I didn't mind and I was used to living independently. I was grateful that my late mother never spoiled me with money.
Pluk!
Someone kicks the bucket filled with soapy water that I put in front of me to mop. All of the contents spill and spread on the floor.
"Oh, sorry I didn't mean it," she said, she is Euna, Soohe's friend. A member of Gossip Trio. I know she is on purpose. "It's okay. Can you move aside? I'll clean it up." I try to be patient. "Sure. I think you were fired, it's no wonder Designer Joe kicked you in here. Turns out you betrayed your own boss," she said when several people pass down the hall. I stop my activities and focus on her. "You're teasing me? Unfortunately your insinuation is not quite right, Euna. Look for more accurate information again and thank you for your attention to me." Euna looks annoyed but can not says anymore. She leaves stomping her feet. "You gossip!" I grumbled. "Interesting," Baekmyo appears behind me with his assistant. By the way, the assistant is male. "Proved guilty but won't admit it. Even if you dodge it, the whole world knows you're guilty." "You!" I glare at Baekmyo who is standing not far from me. "You don't really deserve
"Are you crazy? What do you really want to hear?" "Say it's not you..." "I said it earlier, didn't you hear?" "Say it right!" It feels like my face is getting hotter. I am ashamed to death if Baekmyo did all of that. "Why is your face red?" Baekmyo observes my face then laughs mockingly. "Think what you want! Ha ha ha." Baekmyo pushes me and then runs to his room, his satisfied laughter makes me even more nervous. -o0o- Today is Saturday, I wake up a little late than usual due to a break from work. After wash my face and brush my teeth, I go downstairs intending to help Auntie Yoo cook in the kitchen. But strangely, in the emp
The man sits across from me and puts his coffee on the table. He puts his backpack in the chair next to him sitting. "You live nearby?" asked the slightly bearded man. I am speechless. This guy, asked so easily the new person he met. Between knowing and friendly. "Y-yes," I answered finally. I am starting to feel uncomfortable. I want to drink but I forgot to buy a drink, so I finally go to get a bottle of orange juice then pay for it at the cashier and return to the chair. "You can finish these two cup noodles?" he asked in surprise and amazement. I smile, "Yes," I replied shyly. "Looks like you really like eating noodles, hu
In less than half an hour, Baekmyo comes here. I am shocked to death, how can he be here? More precisely, knowing that I am at the police station. Even Baekmyo confesses that he is my guardian when ask by the Officer. The clerk explains about our problem to Baekmyo, Baekmyo listens carefully, I see him as if he is looking at a father whose daughter is in trouble. This foreign man also do not remain silent and insists on asking for compensation, what else has he seen Baekmyo drove a luxury car here. I am sure, this foreign man intends to blackmail me. "Sir, are you sure my wife stole it?" Baekmyo asked the stranger. His tone sounded dignified and calm like a stream of water. 'My wife'? A Byun Baekmyo recognizes me as his wife? Hit me! I am not dreaming, right?
I check it out and as usual, party invitations that I don't think are important. Businessmen's party. I want to refuse but this is part of my mission. Mission in the agreement. I almost forgot that I have a big assignment. "You come too, right?" I ask Baekmyo. "Do you think?" He smiles sarcastically. I shouldn't have to ask, it is certain that he won't come if I am invited too. Baekmyo will leave me alone in the middle of a sea of people with a wine glass in hand. Always like that, not just once or twice he did. Deliberately make me give up. ... The next day, after came the home from work I immediately take a shower and change clothes, then make myself a little thicker
Uwekk!I kept vomiting my guts until I felt weak. Thinking of that disgusting animal, I felt like throwing up again and again even though my stomach was empty.-o0o-Because of what happened in the cafeteria earlier, I was very hungry because I had all my stomach contents out. When I got home, I immediately cooked instant noodles, unfortunately there was only one packet left and, unfortunately, the rice also ran out.Baekmyo just arrived and caught up with me in the kitchen. Ask for a prepared dinner. I only prepare the easiest and fastest menus. Kimchi fried rice."Baekmyo, I need your explanation," I said between meals. "You came to the party yesterday?"
Baekmyo dragged me forcibly leaving the party. I kept on rambling on but he didn't respond at all. He pushed me into his luxury sports car and closed the door roughly. Then he turned and sat in the steering seat. I saw him clench his lips tightly until his jaw tightened, his eyes staring straight ahead.He was angry."Baekmyo, drive slowly! I still want to live!" I shouted in panic because Baekmyo was driving his car like he was racing."Can you shut up?!" he snapped angrily.Baekmyo, he was like crazy. The car feels like it was flying. It flashed like lightning. He even ignored traffic signs, even though the red light was on, but with great guts, Baekmyo broke through. Luckily there are not many vehicles on the road.
I thought for a moment. "Of course, if I didn't know them, I wouldn't be your wife now," I said. Baekmyo knit his brows together, but the look in his eyes looked surprised at my answer. His expression was tense. It made me even more confused, what did he really want? His gaze made me uncomfortable. I was awry. "I mean ... before we got married, your parents would have met me first, right? If we weren't acquainted, how could we get to know each other and make a pact and then we get married?" I explained again. Baekmyo's expression softened again, what the heck was going on in his brain? How strange. "Then what about the matchmaking?" he asked. "What match? Who?" I really didn't understand. I was annoyed that he made it myself.