When The Cold Wind Blows

~23~

Chapter 23 - "My Empty Interior Is Now Filled With You"

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"Park Jihyo dating rumors revealed," topped the headlines of all the news channels with the studio pictures attached where Bin was kissing her forehead.

No way.

Who clicked them? Of course anyone could!

She was at the studio of the biggest ballet theater. It wasn't a surprise that the shitty dispatch stalkers were roaming around.

She couldn't believe she could be this careless about it. She shouldn't have been.

Now though, the nation had such clear pictures as evidence that denying wouldn't do. The company had nothing to do with it whatsoever. They told her it's up to her. It wasn't some entertainment company where she was restricted to a three year contract of no dating.

The world saw them as a couple. A dancer from random studios and a ballerina from the biggest theater of South Korea. She didn't mind the idea. Not a bit.

But, they weren't dating. And if Jihyo had any say in it, they would never be dating until she got her answers from five years back. Immature, call it. She didn't care. She had to make sure if the person she'd call her boyfriend actually is really deserving to be called that.

Ego? Nah.

She heard flashes and rushed footsteps when she stepped out of the theater and her mind gave up. No freaking way. 

"Miss Park Jihyo, is it true that you're dating Kim Moonbin?" 

"If so, how can you date a random street dancer?"

"Rumors say that he is a gold digger and he is only behind your money."

"You're the only heir of Park Enterprises and a successful ballerina in yourself. Don't you think it's a risk to be dating a random Kim Moonbin?"

Her head could explode with the way it started hurting. Bodyguards came surrounding her and even some of the staff tried pushing the media away. 

In the heat of the moment, her mind caught up on something. She knew she might as well regret later, but she couldn't just hear people gossip around like that. About them. About him.

"I'd like to give my answers if ya'll stop shooting questions without a pause." One of the staff looked up at her, startled and she only gave a slight nod that she knows what she's doing. And she knew what she was doing. 

"He's Moon Bin. I don't know any Kim Moonbin. He's not a random street dancer. He's my very own boyfriend of five years and is a very successful to be dancer. He can also very sing so you might expect his songs to top the charts in the coming years. I love him very much and I'd like no one to follow me or him from now on. Thank-" she paused when her eyes met with his, behind the crowd of these stupid reporters. Her heart skipped a beat, looking at his confused yet content face and she started making excuses in her mind to explain to him as she continued, -you very much." And no, she did not stutter. 

The flashes died down and even though the reporters kept blabbering shit, she made her way from between the crowd towards her car, signalling him to move away or run. But too late, he was already caught and was now surrounded by them. She was left behind.