"YAA MIN YOONGI!!" She shrieked.
An accident which was supposed to happen... didn't.
Two people who weren't supposed to... crossed each other's paths.
Was this magic? Time travel? A dream? Or simply a malfunction?
But more importantly, what does the...
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"Name?"
"Lizzie."
"Leijji?"
He confirmed again a little confused. My eyes widened a little as I grasped the reason behind his confusion.
I had east asian ancestry somewhere in my family tree from my mother's side. Since I inherited her features and to top it off with my pretty fluent Korean, it was obvious he thought I was one. No! I had to be one now. There was a chance that this wasn't a dream and I shouldn't take risks. My existence is a scandal. I didn't want to be locked away as an illegal immigrant or worse, as a spy. Thank you mother!
"Ah, I meant Lee Ji--" Wait! Korean names mostly had three syllables. Lee Ji was just two and it didn't even make any sense. Think! I should quickly think of a third syllable.
Think. Think. Think.
"yoon! My name is Lee Ji-yoon."
Brilliant! Could I be anymore creative? I just used Min Yoon-gi's 'yoon' to complete my name. I hope it made sense. Was it even a girl's name? It did sound like one but I wasn't sure. He studied my face for a while wearing a blank expression. What was he thinking? His face gave nothing away. Now I could understand how others must have felt while talking to me. He must be having a hard time trying to read me as well. Hah! We are like that spider man meme right now.
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"How did you know my name?"
Holy shit!
"What?" I asked in a small voice, my brain was shutting down on me slowly.
"You screamed my name to stop me, didn't you? How do you know me?"
What do I say to this? I considered myself good at making things up, I guess I overestimated myself. Maybe the pain in my shoulder was the reason behind my lagging brain or maybe his intimidating presence was doing the magic. I'd be perceived as a stalker at this rate.
"We have met before." Okay here was a start. "Really? Where?" He was curious now. I had his full attention. Was he taking advantage of my condition knowing that the pain was driving me crazy? But I had to calm down, I couldn't make a mistake.
