Silhouette of Our Love (Jiwoo X Heejung fanfic)

Living With Him

"It's you again..." We both stared at each other in disbelief, only able to utter those three words.

But the shock was only momentary for him. His face turned sour and he glared at me. "I must've gotten the wrong table. Are you sure you're not a stalker?"

My mouth gapes at his remark. "Ah-wha?! Stalker?! I'm here for a meeting with some famous CEO my agent told me about."

"Then I wasn't mistaken... And it's you out of the seven billion people on earth. Do you believe in faith?"

I was a little surprised at his question that I wasn't able to answer quickly.

He sighed and told me to dismiss it. "Well, let's get to business."

"Wait, wait. Hold on there." I stop him from continuing his topic. "I don't know your name yet..."

"Are you serious?" His face went from 'Let's get straight to our business.' to 'You don't know who I am?!'

I nod. "Yeah... I don't really know you... Even if you are some famous CEO."

He sighed. "Un.be.lie.va.ble, but I don't really have much time to overreact to your ignorance so I might as well tell you now. My name is Miran."

Miran...? That doesn't feel right.

In the midst of my disagreement with myself, I spoke aloud. "You can't be Miran. You're Jiwoo."

Instead of a confused look, which was what I was expecting, he smirked at me. "Why is that? Why can't my name be Miran but Jiwoo?"

"Huh?" He's right. I don't even know anyone named Jiwoo. What am I doing?

I shake my head and fan away my thoughts. "No, please... forget that. I just spoke aloud."

"Well then, my name's-"

"I don't believe I have any motive to remember or know your name. You'll just be known as Dumbo." He smirked.

"Why, you..." I'm just this close to punching him.

"Anyway, let's get straight to our subject." He straightened his posture.

"Oh, okay." I close my sketch pad and put it inside my bag along with my pencil.

"I saw your artwork at the art museum before. It felt very nostalgic somehow, so I want you to live with me."

"Oh, I'm happy that you like my..."

What?"

I slam the table. "How did you come up with that idea?!"

"Because of a coincidence. And don't randomly slam tables. People are staring at you. You're being a spectacle of embarrassment." He took a sip of coffee that the waiter brought earlier.

Ah. I noticed the other customers staring at me and I quietly look back down.

"A-anyway, this isn't the kind of talk that I was expecting so I'll be going now..." I slowly stand up to leave but Miran said something I couldn't ignore.

"You lost your memory a few years ago, didn't you?"

"How did you..."

"Because I'm the same as you."

"The same as me... What do you mean?" I sat back down, curious about his story.

"I looked into your profile." He coolly said. "The day you lost your memories is the same day I lost mine."

"S-so what? What if you lost your memories like me on the same day? Does it matter? People die everyday. It's the same with people getting amnesia on the same day too. And aren't you the stalker?!" How could he look into my profile just like that?!