Part Time 3
After the unexpected news, Y/N has to return back at Korea. Past is past, other says, but the most dangerous part is they don't treat it as a past yet
Feeling refreshed with the cold waters of the faucet, you breathed out and sighed, staring into your own reflection. What was up with Irene? How did she knew what to do, it's strange to think that she pulled you out because of them. But at the same time, you lowkey thanked her for saving you on any possible bad scenarios.
"Let's go" You said, tightening the watch around your wrist upon walking out from the door.
"Alright, darling." A familiar voice answered in full English accent. The world slowed down as you paused, there could be no one who's able to speak in that accent rather than the woman you met on the plane 2 years ago.
You swallowed, gathering the courage to flip around to see whoever it was. The thoughts spoke right, it was Tiffany, leaning against the wall and keeping her eyes on the floor before meeting yours. Her lips formed a smile as she pushed herself.
"Nice seeing you again, Mister playboy." She began in a teasing tone. Her head tilts slightly as she laid little steps towards you. "Perhaps it's been years before we had our last conversation like this. I pretty much missed it, sort of a Romeo and Juliet scene."
You assumed her to be sarcastic based on the tone she had. It just felt different, you wanted to run and hide at the same time. With no words to say, you decided to keep your mouth shut.
"Why the quietness? Weren't you happy you've seen me again?" She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm" You stuttered, tucking your hands deeply inside your pockets. "I'm of course, how are you?"
Her lips formed a smirk. "How am I? Oh god, I'm perfectly fine these years., so fine that I had to change a lot. Have you ever thought of that during your hiding on the states?"
You hesitatingly nodded, your throat felt like it was getting choked. "I did bu. . . "
She scoffed and chuckled as she kept her gaze on you. "Really? You asshole fuck, no you don't." Her face remained in a calmest way possible. "You never changed, all I could see is just a grown up of you, but kept its mouth filled with pathetic lies."
You looked on both sides of the corridors, fearing of someone could hear the argument. Her eyes never left yours, and you couldn't help but avoid those. "Tiffany, not here."
She nodded, keeping her grin "Probably not here, let's set this somewhere more dramatic. That's what you liked right?" She made her way towards the elevator and pressed the down button. "Things right now are not what it used to be, Y/N. This isn't your playground anymore," noticing the ID on your chest, her fingers lifted it. "You used to play with my feelings with that lustful heart of yours." Your ID slowly slipped out from her fingers. "But now it's my turn to play with you."
The elevator dinged as the doors opened behind her. Her smirk widens and the soft chuckle behind her lips was a sign of goodbye before she entered the elevator. The revengeful eyes were locked against yours, and the closing doors ended it. You were relieved, sighing out hardly as you rested your hands on your knees. Tiffany changed a lot, from sarcasm to threatening, the game was just starting, you thought.
***
Shifts done and you went downstairs to head back home. Surprisingly, the white SRT charger Jessica bought for you greeted you upon stepping outside the entrance door. You froze, thinking of your precious charger getting stolen already.
The sports sedan stopped on your front as a male, somehow an inch smaller than you, stepped out from the driver's door and greeted you with a bow. He was wearing a nice pair of circular glasses and black suit, he had a clean haircut too.
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