"We always deem ourselves perfect, but we don't realize that we are ones who are the most low."
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I still was ogling at the sight of him, and I could feel myself getting a bit nervous and sweaty, despite the air conditioning.
After all, this might be a detective!
I wondered about the cool but dangerous life detectives faced, with their guns deep in their beige trench coats, with hats and black glasses with matching masks covering every inch of their face, and wandering through the dark, lone streets at night, their black boots clacking and making those tap tap sounds on the ground as they stared at their horrific target on a desolate pathway.
I debated with my angel and devil, asking myself whether I should talk to him and get to know his secret, inner life or just sit idly and awkwardly in my seat. I still hadn't made a decision when the plane rose high up in the sky, and I settled my inner battle away for one moment to switch my eyes to the window. The sky- or the air -around me was pleasant, it looked so heavenly, and I wondered for a moment whether gods really exist inside the fluffy, white clouds. Maybe they are in a shallow disguise, watching their people, both the good and bad and correcting them for their mistakes. Maybe they will give everyone a chance to correct themselves on life's path.
I guess, the detective (I hope it's one) is same as that of those god's up in the sky. Except for now, I was probably sitting next to one, whose long fingers were still dashing on the computer. I had always wanted to meet a detective; Irene's brother, Bae Jinyoung, was one. I had a crush on him before, he was tall and muscular and had this cute smile that could make me fall flat, but that infatuation disappeared as soon as it had come. Besides, as a person investing her time in only in looking at various restaurants and developing something more than a crush with the plates filled with the goods that could make even the world fall down, I didn't have any time for boys.
I paced myself up, ready to talk. It's good to have conversations with people around you, especially on a fifteen hour flight, when all you can do is slouch and sit until your back hurts, and watch repeats of programmes again and again till the time ends.
I slowly sat up a bit more straight, secretly straightened my white shirt up a bit too, and angled my body sideways. Smoothing my hair a bit with my fingers, I cleared my mouth inorder to get rid of the awkward sound that would otherwise come.
"Hi,"
"Fuck off."
I was taken aback and I let my eyes widen in shock.
Fuck off! Is that what he says? All I wanted to do was make a peaceful conversation! But then I realised that he was probably keen on some high profile case that was keeping him irritated and bratty, and that he got angry that I decided to talk. Poor guy. I decided to explain to him that I wasn't going to disturb him, and would love to leave him to his work.
"I just wanted to-"
"I said, fuck off woman. What part of that don't you understand? I already saw you sneaking your glances at me, and I'm gonna say, I'm not interested in women who seek for attention from handsome people like me. Unless you are a person who wants to warm my bed, which I'm sure you really will love to do, I suggest you keep your mouth shut." He spoke out, not even once taking his eyes off the computer.
I was taken aback again, but this time by rage. Did he consider me like that?
How can someone insult a woman like that!?
This arrogant, high-thinking of himself idiot, is definitely not a fucking detective. How naive could I be! And him, considering himself to be a god!
What an asshole.
"How dare you! Do you even know how to respect a woman? Who the hell do you think you are? Huh? You stupid, arrogant twat!"
"What the hell, you crazy woman! Who are you calling twat!? I promise, I could get an-"
"Would you both like some champagne?"
The airhostess with her pink lips and beautiful smile etched onto her spotless face couldn't look like more than a saviour and I mouthed a 'thank you' to which she acknowledged with a blink of her eyes and a lopsided smile. I stretched my hand and showed her the glass and watched as the yellow wine filled it up to the brim.I turned my head sharply to the side and took a sip, feeling the wine go down my mouth and to my throat, the cool feeling raising the hairs on my neck as the idiot next to me filled his glass too.
"Stupid waste of time." I heard him mutter under his breath, his voice laced with irritation.
"Fuck you," I mumbled back, equally pissed off.
It was quiet after that as I watched the episodes of my cooking programme again and again, and also my glass was filled up with wine continuously.
I was still looking at how the cook managed to cut up the onion so thin and sharp while I would take almost two hours in order to get them to the right with Joohyun babbling at how I suck at it, when the asshole spoke. My nimble fingers were grasping the wine glass which was filled with the drink and I had just taken a sip which brought it down from it's brim.
"So, when did you turn into such an attention-seeker?"
I snapped. My blood boiled and my veins flickered as my head filled up with wrath and anger and I was the embodiment of Thanos when I lunged forward onto him.
Which was of course, a grave mistake.
Forgetting the pretty glass of champagne in my hand I screamed at first in anger; but then gasped as the sparkling drink fell onto his black sweatshirt. He was drenched in the wine that was in my glass and he gasped too, his hands taking over trying to wipe the drink off. I turned to grab a tissue but when I turned back to face him, I felt meek and scared. His eyes were fiery and filled with rage as his glasses were down.
What surprised me was, his eyes were eerily familiar.
But that didn't matter now as I quivered under his glare and I slowly moved back until my back was pressed directly to the window. His face was right in front of me, his dark brown eyes directly staring into my hazel ones. His eyes were boring into mine, and I could almost see the whole white cornea pooling in black.
"You will really pay for this someday, kitten."
Hell no.
