"Normally, I'm not clumsy but..", I explained nervously. "I guess, today's not my day." He just shrugged: "It's okay, everybody makes mistakes sometimes." Without thinking twice, I shook my head and murmured: "Not me. I'm not the type to make mistakes." Then, I realized that I'd just exposed a part of me of whom I wasn't exactly proud of and that definitely wasn't an ideal topic for my first casual conversation with a superstar. To my surprise, he didn't seem to be bothered and added: „I'm not the type to either." With a shy smile, I broke eye contact and turned away. I wasn't used to casually talking to any of the members. It somehow felt both exciting and terrifying - like knowingly eating a forbidden fruit in the garden of eden, yet being unable to stop oneself.
That's when I realized, Sunghoon's arm was still laying on my hip. Not daring to move, I peeked over at him only to see him gazing calmly out of the window, watching the busy traffic evolve - but something told me he wasn't really paying attention. He seemed to be absorbed in his own thoughts, his eyes not showing any kind of emotion. Quickly, I took a glance at the other seats of the mini bus, to evaluate if anyone had noticed the unflattering position I found myself in. Luckily, they all were either resting or talking to each other, so I figured no one should have noticed anything. I turned back again and touched Sunghoon's arm as softly as I could, trying to turn his attention from whatever captivating daydreams he wandered in to his hand that was, knowingly or unknowingly, still resting on my waist.
The moment the tip of my finger touched his smooth, surprisingly cold skin, he flinched and removed his arm immediately. He seemed confused, as if he just realized that he had held me until now. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to..", he stammered, seemingly unable to explain himself. "Dont worry", I stopped him and turned away again. I've never been more grateful to spot the company's huge building at the end of the street, as it meant escaping today's never-ending row of embarassing moments. At this point, I just craved burying myself under my bed's sheets and pillows and bathe in self-pity, until I had to face work again in the morning - hopefully reborn and free of any clumsiness, just like today had never happened. However, an odd feeling deep inside told me that after today nothing would ever be the same as before.
The mini bus came to a halt in front of the company's main entrance and as soon as the doors opened, I jumped to my feet and rushed out, earning some confused looks from my colleagues. As fast as the speed of light I collected my personal items from the office and headed to the elevator. Watching the doors close, I prayed that no one would come along and keep me company while the elevator went down from 15th floor to the ground. However, fate had apparently decided to make things difficult for me today, so it came with no surprise that a hand appeared in between the small gap betwixt the two doors that had already almost closen. The face appearing, as the gap widened again, fortunately belonged neither to Jay nor Sunghoon but to Sunoo, another member of Enhypen. I sighed quietly and positioned myself in the corner of the elevator.
The first few minutes went by silently, as the elevator climbed down floor by floor. Maybe he shared my hatred for small talks after an exhausting day of work or he just didn't know what to say. But then Sunoo cleared his throat: „You know, you don't have to be ashamed of the little accident that happened this morning. After all, it was just some coffee and after a few days everyone will have forgotten about it. You've done a great job so far, so I don't think anyone blames you for it." He smiled at her brightly and added, after noticeably contemplating whether he should say the next few words: „Also, Jay felt really sorry about it. He noticed that you were off the whole day after what happened and he felt sorry about it. I just wanted to let you know, that he isn't mad at you or something." Hearing his reassuring words took a load off my mind. „Thank you. I really appreciate it", I mumbled and smiled at him gratefully.
When the elevator arrived at the ground, we said goodbye and parted ways - Sunoo immediately being welcomed and led to the car by his chauffeur and me heading to the nearest subway station to go back to my shabby apartement that wasn't exactly worth looking forward to, but it was the nearest thing to home that I had in Seoul, so it didn't matter to me whether the ceiling cracked everytime my upstairs-neighbours took a step or if the windows were a bit leaky, forcing me to stuff the holes with socks in the winter to keep the cold from coming inside. It was not much, but still much more than what I thought I'd have when coming to Seoul two years ago. Back then, I had nothing despite my dreams and even though nobody believed in me, I moved from a small town to a metropoly and swore myself that I'd not give up, until I'd have proven to everyone who doubted me that I made the right decision. I wouldn't let a little bit of spilled coffee and awkard tension get in the way.
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