Son Chaeyoung, C.E.O of the famous Soul Music MV Brand, is an isolated, quiet woman. She devoted herself to music and her company. Her relationship with her dad and brother is not good and the only person she could lay on, her mom died at an early a...
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'Why does every love story have to be so messed up? Why did I end up loving her even though I knew I could never have her? I know I should be happy for her, but I can't. Am I really that self-centered? Why does just thinking about her make me cry? Chaeyoung, why do I love you? Why am I so fucked up in love with you? Why couldn't you see my love for you in my eyes? Why?'
I screamed inside as I sipped my first glass of whiskey. I haven't spoken with her in two days. I let it go because she didn't text or call me. Maybe she's too busy to call or text me, but I can't think about her anymore. I have to accept that she considers me a friend.
'However, how? Dahyun? You waited three years for her! You've adored her since the first time you saw her! How can you now deny it?' My mind chimed, making me feel vulnerable and helpless.
I remember the first time I saw her smoking under the big mango tree next to the football field. Everyone else was watching a high school football game, but I was staring at her. She was alone, but she was far enough away from the scream and hollering to enjoy her own space. After that day, I tried several times to speak with her and, at the least, talked with her though a college project. We became best friends, and I did everything I could to help her.
She used to say she wanted to start her own business to beat her father. A career was more important to her than anything else. So I decided to propose to her after we had established our careers. But perhaps I should tell her after we graduate. Maybe right now we could be together.
But I'm glad she finally found the person she'd been looking for. Mina is the best option, and I know she loves Chae. I was about to tell her about Chae when I realized I shouldn't; I should stay out of this.
I thought the music and alcohol would distract my mind, but my stupid mind can't stop thinking about her. Ugh! So, what should I do now?
I looked around the nightclub. While others are dancing, laughing, and getting laid, I am alone with my broken heart. I need to find a way to stop thinking about her and get on with my life.
My gaze was drawn to a figure sitting alone at a corner table. She, like me, is drinking alcohol while staring at people blankly.
I poured myself another glass of whiskey and walked straight to the table. I'm a shy person, but I think the alcohol gave me the courage.
"Hey," I said, and she gave me a look. My heart stopped for a sec, seeing a beautiful face before my eyes. Why are girls getting so fucking beautiful nowadays? "Would it be okay if I joined you?"
"You can." She said with a soft smile, and I sat down beside her on the couch.
"I'm Kim Dahyun, a fashion designer. You?" When I asked, she took a sip of her wine.
"My name is Harai Momo, and I'm the Assistant Chief Executive Officer of Soul Music Company." I was taken aback by what she said. It's Chae's Company. Why not tease her a little?
"So, how's it going with your boss? What I mean is, how is the workload? I heard the boss of Soul Music company is a work miniac." She chuckled when I asked.
"My boss is a quiet, serious type of person, but I enjoy working for her." I nodded as she said with a faint smile. So she's not the bitching type...interesting...
"Do you work for a company or do you own one?" She asked while motioned for me to have a glass of wine because mine was empty. I nodded, and she handed me a glass of wine from her bottle. What a combination, whiskey and wine...
"In LA, I was working for my father. There are a couple of showrooms that we own there. Now I want to open my own showroom. I'm looking for a place to begin." I said, and she took her handbag to look inside for something.
"Here." She handed me a business card. "My friend has decided to rent out her showroom. So she was looking for someone decent. Why don't you try it for yourself? I mean, it's well-organized, and perhaps you'll find it suitable." I nodded as she spoke.
"Okay. Will you accompany me there? Actually, I moved to Korea after a long time away, and the streets are unfamiliar to me."
"Okay. Then let's exchange phone numbers. If you want to go, send me a text or give me a call." She said, and we exchanged phone numbers.
We began talking about various topics when a thought came to me. Why is she alone in this place? I mean, people come to this type of place with friends, lovers, or a broken self. Is she, like me, depressed or broken? But it's difficult to say much about her. She's like a shell, with an unreadable expression.
"May I ask you a question?"
"You've already questioned. Go ahead." She said this as she leaned back on the couch, relaxing.
"Why are you by yourself? I mean, you didn't bring any friends or a lover with you."
"I don't have a boyfriend, and I wasn't in the mood to hang out with my Friends. I wanted to be alone."
"Oops," I said, a little guilty, "then maybe I disturbed you," but she shook her head no with a faint smile. She is stunning in every way, including her smile and the way she speaks.
I noticed her ring finger, which had a white line around it like she used to wear a ring on it, as she brushed her hair with her fingers.
"I am a widow. My husband died two years ago." She remarked, Perhaps she noticed my stare at her finger.
I was shocked and sad for her. So I moved closer to her, patting her hand.
"Are you okay now? Do you still miss him?" I asked softly, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"I actually love him, but his memories cause me pain at times. My family and friends inspired me to move on, but I felt as if I was betraying him. I want to feel love again, to have someone to talk to and cuddle with, but I can't seem to get over him. I'm a fucking mess,right?" I hugged her while she cried.
She flinched at first, but then hugged me back. My pain was unbearable before I heard her, but it now feels like a minor pinch.My right hand was caressing her hair down her back, and my left was encircling her waist. I wanted her to feel comfortable and safe.
"Momo, your family and friends are correct. Life is full of chances and opportunities. You are fortunate to have had the opportunity to experience the beauty of love. But now is the time to move on and let your heart choose the person who is right for you. And I'm sure your husband will appreciate seeing you happy and smiling. You won't be able to forget his memories because they will always be with you. Simply create new memories so that your past does not haunt you."
"Really? Should I try to move on?" She asked, almost in hushed tones, tilting her head, and I nodded, reassuringly.
"Thank you." I smiled unconsciously as she mumbled over my shoulder, and I felt her nudging her nose on it.
"Welcome. Do you want to return home right now?" I asked softly. She has a lovely minty-floral scent.
"Can we just st-stay here for a wh-while?" She questioned, hesitantly, but I hugged her tighter and pulled her closer.
"Hum. We can." She buried her face in the crook of my neck as I said, resting my chin over her head. I can feel her warm breath on my bare neck and something in my stomach; butterflies?
No one is saying anything, feeling the warmth and safe. It feels good to be this way with her.
'Dahyun, have you developed feelings for her?' My inner voice spoke up.
'However, I've only just met her.' There's no way. 'I mean, she's a nice person,' I say.
'Oh! Shut up. You've forgotten about Chaeyoung. Who knows, maybe she's the one who can get her to move?'
I shook off my emotions and mentally sighed. Is it possible that I've developed feelings for a complete stranger?
