[ENG] Thundercloud Rainstorm (BOOK 1)

8

“Il-Jo-ya. I'll pay you for the room, so stay over a hotel for today. Someone's coming over.” At first, Il-jo acted like he didn't understand me.

“I’m going to bring a guest after work today. Do you know my work hours, right? So, get out before then.” 

“What kind of guest?” 

“What you going to do if I tell you?” 

“Can’t you just give me the money? I'll stay quiet in my room." 

At that, I laughed out loud. I laughed at the ignorant Il-jo, "haha… .” 

I crossed my arms and looked into the guy's face which has lost it's smile. Is it because I want to stay in my house now, so he using shallow excuses, or is it because he really desperate for money? And just by making eye contact for more than 5 seconds, Il-jo's head gradually tilted downward. Like a sunflower looking down with a heavy head. 'What did I say wrong?' The sign already so strong. 

“So, do you have a lot of guests?” 

“….” He can't seem to understand it until the end.

I didn't want to do this openly to the guy who likes me. “I don’t usually call people into my house. Except for my lover.” 

Unsurprisingly at those words, Il-jo raised his head. Yes, it sounds like out of the blue. “Did you have a girlfriend?” 

"Not really? It’s only been a week since we met.” Il-jo became a honey-eaten dumb again. It seemed as if he had been hit by my love story, which was steadily progressing without me knowing. I forced a black card into Il-jo's pants pocket. 

“Get some rest. Understand? Don't forget to eat breakfast too.” 

“… yes."  —looking all depressed. 

At times like this, should you know that you have to hide your expression to protect your pride? 

In fact, the definition of a relationship has not yet been established with a person of the same age that I started contacting about a week ago.

She was a beautiful woman with an elegant impression, with her hair neatly trimmed, and a slim skirt that tightened her waist and stomach under a neat blouse like an office worker. 

She majored in clarinet and now works for a classical record company, and she has extensive knowledge of expensive music equipment and wine. 

Both of us have a hobby in common, so we got along well. Today's appointment was suddenly decided yesterday. She showed interest as soon as I told her that I had a few bottles of good vintage wine from a famous domaine.

'Why don't you drink it?' 

'It's a shame to drink such a good drink by myself.' 

'Then will you open it when I go?' I did not hesitate and gladly accepted. It was a cool progression. Perhaps, if this sequence is followed, it will naturally lead to a romantic relationship. And to do that… First, I had to vacate the house.