November 28, 4:37 P.M.
Yeonjun : : "Fuck, can this day get any worse?!"
My hands found their way into my hair, nimble fingers wrapped around locks of sheer blonde and tugging like there was no tomorrow. The dark brown roots were begging for mercy from my hold, myself the living example of "tearing your hair out in frustration".
I always thought that was just a dramaticized saying, an over-exaggeration that was just used for attention. After all, that's all people are- dramatic. And attention-seekers, and liars, and fakes, and heartbreakers, and cheaters.
Did I mention dramatic? Oh wait, that's me right now-
You know what, fuck it. I couldn't give two shits if I was being dramatic or not right now, because as far as I'm concerned, I'm allowed to be as dramatic as I want.
Especially since I got kicked out of my apartment this morning for not having the money to pay rent, failed out of the class I needed to pass at university, found out my boyfriend of two years was cheating on me, lost my job for being late for the third time this week, and just missed my damn subway to go to my younger brother's apartment, who he had oh-so-generously offered me to stay at for the time being as I don't even have a damn roof over my head anymore.
But based on the way I'm feeling right now, I wouldn't even be surprised if the floor collapsed underneath my feet, plummeting me into a pit of endless despair and suffering that has no end in sight and no hope for survival.
...Did I mention I got cheated on by my boyfriend of two years?
Yeonjun
"Seriously, what the fuck?!"
Clawing at my dry scalp with nonexistant fingernails, since I had bitten them ragged out of anxiety and despair, I fell down to my knees and put my face in my hands, an endless torrent of tears cascading down my pale, sleep-deprived face. My once-white work slacks were now covered with the disgusting substance that coated the floor of the subway station, something I didn't want nor need to know the origin of.
I must have looked like a psychopath, cursing and crying excessively loudly on the middle of the grimy ground of the subway in work clothes, with a suitcase full of the only items he took from his apartment sprawled on its side beside him.
Or maybe a homeless person-wait, I am pretty much a homeless person now.
This day really can't get any worse-
??? : : "Woah, dude, you look like a trainwreck."
I stand corrected. This day can, and will, get
even worse.
Lifting my pathetically tear-streaked face from my hands to see a pair of very long legs, I followed the appendages up to meet the eyes of their extremely tall owner, who's right eyebrow was cocked up in amusment.
I've never seen this guy in my life.
He looked to be about my age, except his height said otherwise, or simply called me very short. He was dressed like a professional businessman, with a crisp white collared shirt and black slacks that fitted his figure perfectly, his waist undeniably tiny and skinny enough to make any girl jealous. But his businessy aura sharply contrasted with the child-like puffiness of his cheeks, which looked like creamy vanilla bean mochi, and curly blue hair that I oddly enough felt like touching.
However, the amused glint in his eye and the way he smiled like he was above me, when in reality, he probably was, made me want to slap that stupid look off his incredibly pretty face.
There's no denying it-whoever this asshole was, he was handsome as hell. And he just happened to find me here, looking like I had just got kicked off of one of those overdramatic, completely unrealistic reality shows.
Not to mention I just got dude-zoned by him.
Wiping the mess of snot that had oh so conveniently escaped my nose in the midst of my sobbing with my sleeve, not even caring since my clothes were already ruined beyond repair, I shot back a remark at the blue haired male in front of me with a voice surprisingly steady for someone who's been crying all day.
Yeonjun : : "Fucking thanks for informing me, I didn't even know that. Next, are you gonna tell me that the circus left town without me? I fucking know that too, smartass-"
??? : : "No, I was just going to tell you that you dropped what I assume is your wallet, Feisty."
Feisty? The hell-
With a tear-filled glance at the man's hand, unable to stare at his stupid smirk any longer, I noticed that indeed, he was holding my leather wallet.
Damn, I could have gotten my wallet stolen, too. The cherry on top of my fucking amazing day.
Feeling a wave of embarrassment flood through me since I had just snapped at him when he was only trying to help, I nearly moved to take my wallet back and mutter a gruff apology, but stopped short when the man started talking again.
??? : : "You know, if you linger here any longer looking like that, someone might call the police. Because seriously, you look terrible."
