resentment

12

We reached Baekhyun's condo. We didn't talk during the trip, not in his car. He had a serious face that I didn't dare to say a word to him. I thought he was going to scream at me, demand me to answer his million questions, or just shout at me. But, nothing.

He unlocked the door and we entered his apartment. He lightly pushed my back to sit in the living room. I remained silent when he went to his room.

I was glad nothing came out of his mouth. I felt an excessive emotional burden that could drown me in just a minute. I couldn't face his words right now. I just couldn't.

After a moment, I had not seen his presence and there was no sound of activity from inside his room. I guess this time I would sleep in the living room. I didn't mind, this is his house after all.

After I texted Kibum to informed I already got home, I lowered my head that was about to break apart. My mind screeched to a halt. I went over everything Baekhyun just said.

Baekhyun mentioned my old self—our old selves. We used to always be at home, watching dramas, and playing games. Introverted type of relationship. And that couldn't stop me from remembering how I became a version of myself that wasn't really me.

I realized that now. I had changed too. We both had. And I believed— Deep down I really wanted to believe, we both changed for... the better?

Better? I laughed miserably. Yeah, right.

I used to hope that if I had to meet Director Song again in the future, I would shut his nasty mouth while looking at me, and with a pride showing him I did it. I did become the Kim Taeyeon I always wanted.
That was the scene I replayed in my mind constantly – me being Kim Taeyeon. The Kim Taeyeon. Kim Taeyeon the Daesang winner. The Digital monster and PAKs prove it. She made her dream come true with my her hard work without letting a single dirty hand touch her.

Yet, the universe has other plans, I never expected it to happen like this, This was way beyond what I have ever in mind. It was really embarrassing. The worst part is, it happened in front of Baekhyun. I wondered what will happen between us, would he be ashamed of me now or he wouldn't want to see my face again. Praying I wouldn't have to face them all tonight.

I snapped out when I heard a footsteps, and then I heard a pile of folders laid on the table in front of me. I glanced out of curiosity without intending to raise my head.

I was just about to close my eyes not minding his work when he handed me a piece of paper with the hideous human face we had just seen an hour ago.

Startled, I took it and scanned the disgusting face on the top, along with a profile background and a few paragraphs below. "W-w-what is this?"

"Remember my gift?"

If it wasn't for his voice filled with authority and curiosity Inside of me, I would have refused.

I read the whole page about the background. Song Joong Ki born in September 19, 1981. He is a South Korean film director, producer, and screenwriter. His films are characterized by emphasis on social themes, genre-mixing, black humor, and sudden tone shifts.

The man first became known to audiences and achieved a cult following with his directorial debut film, the black comedy Great men (2009), before achieving both critical and commercial success with his subsequent films: the crime thriller Kills of Murder (2012)

His father was a member of the Legislative Assembly of Korea, before becoming an attorney in 2011. His family also owns the Department Store, one of the largest supermarket chains in Korea.

Why the hell did he do a background check on that man.

I swallowed hard. "Baekhyun.."

"Keep reading the rest and I'll explain everything to you. I promise."