"How do you aspire to write romance stories as a profession if your love life's equivalent to sitting in a traffic with Soobin ?" He plastered on a cheeky smile.
"What if you accept me as your muse ?"
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When the (L/N) Family Auto...
I dropped my rail card about four times before managing to scan it. The train moving swayed me from side to side, hitting people in the process. They covered their noses, leaning away. Rude little shits . . . I took a shower before class ! I ended up in the bar though, I don't know how but I really wanna sleep right now.
I plopped on the sidewalk after getting off the train, blankly staring at my cracked phone. I slicked back my hair filled with sweat and sticky gel, blankly staring at my wallpaper of Aya. Ahhh, I wonder how the love of my life is doing . . .
"I'll join you soon !" I said, pointing the empty bottle of Soju towards the sky. "just you wait !—"
"What . . . ? How the hell did Kenji end up in the hospital ? !" A feminine voice groaned behind me. I pout my lips in annoyance. So rude ! I'm the one having my main character moment here, there's always someone stealing the spotlight away. ". . . Okay. I'll transfer the money by tonight . . . Bye, love you ma."
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I scanned through my wallet, pulling out the remaining 253,457.00 won I had. My bank account doesn't have much in it either, and my college fees are due tomorrow same time as my rent . . .
Who am I kidding ? My rent's been overdue for a month. At this point I'm prepare to live out on the streets.
Damn it, Kenji. I sighed for about the hundredth time ever since I ended that call. Living in a city that's foreign to me is hard enough, but I can't back out now, I've only been in Korea for five months and my wallet's all ready crying . . . But I got accepted to my dream university for God's sake and I'm a step closer to publishing my very own novel.
I flipped through my passport with a frown. I need to get it renewed, or else I won't be able to get back to my family by Christmas.
With all my attention focused on the booklet, my foot accidentally nudged a weeping stranger on the ground.
"Ah, I'm sorry, ahjussi," he didn't acknowledge me for a split second before his eyes widened and did nothing but stare.
The grip the man had on his soju bottle tightened, nearly shattering the glass.
he reached a hand out but I was quick to respond with a step back. What a shame, his looks had potential if he wasn't a drunkard. Kind of thought he was an old man but he's wearing an ID with the university I go to's logo; not a very smart one then if he decided to drink in broad daylight . . .
