Part Time: Rose's Thorns

Chapter 6: Part Timer again

The breeze made everything memorable as the sun gets masked by the gray clouds above. My arms were still placed against her; her head still leaning on my shoulder. I wanted to keep this hug for longer, but I know she'll pull out any time soon.

My shoulder lightened up, and it's a flare for me to pull out. I slowly slid my arms out from her back; her eyes were narrowed like sticks, lips forming a light curve when she faced me. "How did you find me actually."

I chuckled, and pointed the black Maserati under the swaying tree. "Parked my car where people would normally not see. And I ended up finding you here."

Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head, her hand wiping the mark that her tears left. "Correct me I'm wrong but, you're Y/N, right?"

My heart let out a strong beat when I heard my name. We met for almost two consecutive years, yet she remembers my name. She has a good memory and it's a thing that'd make me smile.

"IU?"

"Call me Ji-eun instead." She gave a quick degree bow.

I nodded, pushing my lips forward. "The guitar girl I met on Indonesia."

She pressed both hands on the sides and turned to meet my eyes again, her lips formed the same smile seconds ago. "Hopefully we can have that moment again just like that night. Peaceful and quiet with a guitarist."

I grinned, did she wanted me to play guitar on her front again? I don't even count myself as a skilled guitarist, how could she even like that? I just can't, I don't know if I can play that instrument again, especially in front of a charming woman.

"I don't know if I can still play one."

Her brows furrowed, a fist lightly meeting my right arm that moved me an inch away from her. "Humble kid, as usual."

Later that moment, she was picked up by a white Toyota Hiace. It was time for me to continue inside the building, meeting Jieun again was like meeting a fairy that shows up on my dream twice.

I kept my hands tucked inside my pocket the whole time, the breeze struggles to blow me away while the trees swayed like festivals.

Black sedans, vans, coupes were lined up on the driveway, and I paused. There were people on the entrance stairs, wrinkles and sag on their faces were visible - yet managed to wear these kinds of blue and black smooth looking suits. Every of these old people's forearm were held by this woman who's in a grey dress, hair in a ponytail, as she leads each of them to their luxurious metals. These people were craps and assholes, someone told me.

It took me awhile before I finally got back inside. I pressed my forehead, the pain drills the spot between my eyes. My finger's pressure lessened the pain, but it's still here.

"Y/N?" A woman voice echoed all over the lounge behind.

I froze, my heart raced, swallowing the hard lump on my throat. I kept my eyes on the white tile below, there's no way I'm going to meet them again. I kept my spot, my breaths stiffen as her image gets bigger. She was approaching from the corridor. The dark shade slowly fades away on her silhouette, it wasn't an SNSD member, but the Executive director.

There's nothing I could do but bow and smile at the higher official, BoA. Her hair got longer and it turned black; where it used to be blonde and shorter. Her black coat and turtleneck was her fit, the usual clothes of rich people.

Her eyes slightly widen. "You're grown up already, I can't see that kid who's deadly inlove with my fellow artists anymore."

My mouth was left open and my chest was full like I never learned how to breathe out.

"Not really, ma'am." I replied awkwardly. She lightly tilted her head as her eyes kept the gaze at me.

Her head raises, as well as her eyebrows. She pointed a finger. "Oh I remember, good thing that we met today because I really needed you for something right now."

I narrowed my eyes. "Well, what's that thing, ma'am?"

Her smile faded, thus forming a light curve on her lips. "The thing is, I need you to work on the company for a very short period of time until the KCon happens."

"Work on the company?"

She nodded. "Yes, I want you to guide these trainees in terms of dancing. The instructor had his sickness with him again and he had to stay in the hospital for a month." - she slowly shook her head - "You know we can't risk this event, right?"

"There's a lot of dancers out there in the streets that you can hire, ma'am. I mean, I can't I'm sorry"


She closed her eyes and sighed, looking down. "I'll pay for your exceeding days here. I mean, the event is near and I can't think of anyone friendly, appealing, and passionate dancer except for you. I think you're the perfect choice for these poor trainees."

I placed my hands against my face, raising my head, deep breaths escaping through my mouth. The girls would be the hindrance if I worked there. I'd rather be swallowed by a Great White than show up at them like nothing. What should I say?

I felt pair of soft hands around my forearm, cold yet smooth like pillows. "I'll give you time to decide Y/N, but hopefully I can get your decision by tomorrow."

A scent of lavender flowed through as her hands pulls out from the hold. I slowly slid my hands down, she was gone; walking towards the entrance with two coated guys beside her. I kept myself on feet, what fate am I in?