Seventeen Imagines III

#49 "Bias' Bias" (part 9)

  I received two messages, one from Woozi and one from Wonwoo. This bizarre situation isn't normal for a super normal person like me. Why? Because they are celebrities.

  'So...why am I getting such attention from them when I am nothing but a flop vlogger?'

  "As the days go by, I was getting convinced that all of this might only be a long sweet dream," I murmured while looking at their texts.

  Thinking so hard on to whom I shall reply first, my breaths quickened along with my pulse. I do like both of them (as their fan), but lately, things went weird.

  I bounced on my bed when I sat. Since I'll probably won't fall asleep if I didn't reply to any of them, I shut my eyes tightly and I opened it  the same time I checked his message — Woozi's message.

  [Are you busy tonight? Let's meet.]

  Before, I was in hesitation whether I'm allowed to meet him or not. Yet this time could be different. He maybe wanted to meet me so we can talk about an important thing regarding me and Wonwoo. Also, I wanted to clarify something.

  [Now I am not. Where should we meet?] I replied.

  Exactly after 10 seconds, (I accidentally calculated it because I was looking at the clock) Woozi replied on my message.

  [I don't like crowded places so meet me at the Han River. White car, 543  plate number. Wear a mask, just in case.]

  I only seen this scene in dramas. Never I thought I will experience this nerve wrecking meet up.

  Leaving Wonwoo's message unchecked, I went out once again and grabbed a cab to get there quickly.

  Just like what Woozi wanted, Han river is miraculously empty besides a couple at the right side and an old man at the left. Maybe because it's already 12am.

  I roamed my eyes around the place then saw a Honda white car with 542 plate number. My pace stopped for a moment before my hand caressed my chest.

  "Woozi is just a human. Don't be nervous. Right, I'm not."

  I continued to move forward, feeling this heartbeats that are banging, pounding, trying to get out from my rib. My blood seemed was on fire although the cold wind whizzed over me.

  Yes. I'll admit that I am definitely nervous.

  I'm anxious because I will do something big, and so these emotions become markers for me to find my bravery, to go North, to tell to myself that everything is okay.

  At last, I stood beside the white car. The window glass are tinted but I knew he is inside. I inhaled first before I knocked on the door.

  'Tok tok'

  In my eyes, the window seemed slid down in slow pace, bringing such intensity on the momentum. I peeked inside while holding my breath. And then finally, I saw him, a bald Woozi.

Bald Woozi?

  "What do you want?" A bald man, who doesn't resemble any thing to Woozi, asked me. 

  I got the wrong car!

  'Peep! Peep!' Loud horn caught my attention. It came from another white car there at the other side.

  That's Woozi's! Omg! Omg! Omg!  I wanna crawl down!

  "Miss, what it is?" The bald man interrogated with a frown.