"My heart is divided in 7 pieces and each of those pieces make me whole. Right here, in this very moment, nothing else fucking matters. The jealousy, the trauma, the drama, none of it means anything because you 7 are the only thing I need in life an...
He watches me intently. His eyes never straying away from mine. I run my fingers down the inside of my thighs and gently graze over the lace of my underwear.
His eyes are wide and I see his cheeks begin to flush.
"What time is...what time is now?" He says into the camera as he starts getting nervous and stuttery.
He starts rambling something off in Korean and I smile as I watch him. He speaks and sings for another 15 minutes and then he begins to wrap it up.
He smiles at the camera and starts saying his goodbyes.
"Annyeong.." he says as he waves at the camera, gives them his little bunny scrunch nose smile and then leans in to turn it off. He stares at the phone for a little bit longer, making extra sure that he's turned it off.
His eyes dart to mine and he locks his stare in.
"What time is it?" He asks me.
"10:45 pm" I say.
"Everyone's gone home for the day. I'm giving you a 10 second start.... Run," he says to me in a voice so deep and so raspy that I immediately feel my stomach tighten and the knot begin to form.
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"Run?" I say as I look up to him, confused.
"10," he starts counting.
My mind instantaneously goes into fight or flight mode and I jump up off the chair and run toward the door.
I have no idea what to do or where to go or what I'm running from but I run down the hall; my clunky Dr. Martens holding me back and making copious amounts of noise as I run.
I run to the end of the hallway and turn left, into the massive dance studio. The lights are turned off but I can still see due to the reflection of the mirrored wall and the low stream of light that is coming from the audio and video equipment placed in the center of the room. I head to the corner where there is a line of chairs and I crawl in behind them.
Am I supposed to be hiding? What am I running from? I have no idea what is going on but it's fun and terrifying at the same time.
I can hear my heart beating rapidly in my own ears.
A few moments later I hear footsteps walking down the hall. His own chunky Prada boots leaving traces of where he's heading.
I hold my breath and roll myself into a tight ball in the corner of the room.
I hear the door to the room open and his footsteps against the hardwood floor.
"Baby..." he says in a singsong voice.
I keep my breath held and refuse to let him win.
I close my eyes tight as I hear his footsteps come closer to me.
