WITH YOU | KSJ

ONE

My phone's dead and I'm late for work for the 2nd time this week and it's only because of my stupid charger and its inability to wish me any success in life. I moved here a couple months ago and I'm only just now getting settled in. Getting a job and finding a place was hard enough, so I think I'll just live the boring life for the time being.

At least, that's what I thought it was going to be.

As I throw on my wrinkled button up and skirt, and run out of my front door, the sudden cold making direct contact with my skin. I forgot my jacket but I'm way too late to walk up 4 stories up again, so frostbite it is.

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As I park my car in the ridiculously tight parking spot at work, I open my door, accidently making contact with the obviously expensive car right next to me.
Oh no. I get out and shut the door, studying the damage my door made.

It's scratched, badly. "shit."

My eye begins to twitch at the idea of how painful the cost is going to be to my account. I start yelling, not letting any actual sound come out my mouth but still being visibly angry.
What I'm I going to do? The owner of the car will see it and might go as far as pressing charges because of how expensive it probably is and even if I do drive away or leave, they might want to check the security cameras, so I'm in big trouble either way.
I set my purse and keys down in my car and reach for the set of sticky notes from the glove compartment, writing my phone number and name on it for them to contact me.

I reach over to the window nearest to the scratch, still studying what is now the entire car at this point, laying my eyes on the blank tinted window. I focus on how dark it is, and how I can't even look at the inside of the car. Staring at it, I suddenly hear the horrific sound of the window being rolled down in front of me, causing me to make direct eye contact with who I believe the owner was.

"Take that off my car", his voice deep, deeper than what I could have imagined.

He's making me nervous by the lack of emotion in his voice and I'm sure he knows it.

"Oh, I'm sorry", I bow, since he does look a bit older than me, "i slightly hit your car and was just leaving my information to pay you back for it". He doesn't say anything and the slight embarrassment of my previous breakdown begins to eat me alive.

"Who are you?" he interrupts my thoughts.

I an ophthalmologist but am a secretary for the company who's parking lot I was in right now. We're a popular glasses design company in Seoul and I really did hit the jackpot with this job even if the pay isn't as good as it is in my hometown. I try to be on time when I can and I'm always dressed nicely in a skirt and a collared shirt. Although right now, I'm dripping in sweat through my clothes making them I'm more wrinkly because of how quickly I ran out of my front door.

"My name is Seori, Bae Seori. I smile and bow, quickly beginning to gather my stuff. I need to leave, but I guess he knew that and didn't like it.

"You can't just leave. Send me the money here, so I can watch you.

I'm frozen in my spot by his request. I don't have any cash on me and I can't send him anything because my phone is dead. Plus, I'm still late.

''I would sir, though I am really late for work and can transfer the money when I get my break''. His expression remains the same only maybe a bit annoyed this time. I'm watching him stare back at me, feeling my hands shake at this whole encounter. Breaking the eye contact, he reaches to open his door across from me.

Getting out of the car, his height is what catches my eye first. I'm not a particularly short person, but he's definitely someone who's very tall. Broad shoulders and a nice posture. I take a few steps back and finally see him fully.

He's extremely good looking, it's almost intimidating.

He looks at the damage I did and still has no reaction to it. "Sir, I really have to get going. Please contact me when you can", I plead.
He looks down at me, regaining eye contact. I'm more nervous as he lowers his face to only be a few inches away from mine.

"Pay for it now."

My expression falls as I stare back at him, rolling my eyes, dropping the nice persona. '

"Seriously? Look I'm running late and I can't pay you right now because my phone died, so I'm sorry", I breath out. It's true. "I can send it in a couple of hours, but right now, I seriously can't.".

His expression refused to change. At this point, he's just staring at me, not saying anything.

I take this opportunity to finally bow and run. "Please contact me with your bank information!", I yell as I get farther from him. I notice him folding up the sticky note and putting it in his suit pocket. He was quite odd but for some reason, he looked familiar.

I shrug it off and sigh in contentment approaching my building's entrance.