It's Tomorrow, Little Thing

CHAPTER NINE

As if tonight isn't any worse than the night I was swept off my feet, teens flood the street due to stress, fun, friends and whatnot. I squeeze past a few groups, nod to seniors and continue, the GPS connected to my AirPods.

Minutes pass and I make my way to the underground station but there is a building I almost didn't recognize. Stupidly, I'm intrigued.

The building gives off an aura, though secretive and tries not to be noticed on purpose. It has a large driveway going across the front, nice glass doors and windows, a large height and a valet stand.

I approach the building curiously but the valet stops me and asks me if I have any business doing here.

Scared, I shake my head.

"Then leave," he demands.

"Is this a company?" I ask, clutching my bag.

He looks me up and down. He has brown hair that falls just past his dark eyes. I'm pretty sure he isn't a day over twenty-five.

"Sorry." I nod. "I'll go." I turn on my heels and begin to walk away but I get this familiar shock within my body when he says:

"선생님? No, everything is fine, Mr. J; just a Uni kid. It's fine. De."

I turn back around and walk back to him as he pulls out a pocket knife to my neck. For some reason, I don't gasp, I only begin to feel sweat.

"Get lost," he commands.

"Does a Jeong Ye-Jun work here?" I ask hurriedly, eyeing the knife. He relaxes as a surprised expression forms on his face.

"What is your relation to Mr. Jeong?"

"So you know him?"

He sighs. "What's your relation to him?" he repeats.

I shrug. "What's yours?"

"Okay. . . His office is on the top level." He sighs again. "You'll notice it."

The office is large. It has leather couches, a fancy chair behind a fancy desk that has his name on a plate.

I turn around myself, clutching my tote bag to my waist out of habit.

Before the guy leaves me he turns around and says: "Oh, and don't look out the window." He points to the big one that faces another building on the left wall. "Because we don't want our guests to see an ugly view." He doesn't nod or smile when I do: he only drops his gaze and exits.

I walk to the couches and set my things on it and walk around the room. The walls are a dark rose taupe color which illuminates nicely with the warm lamps around the office. His desk has some fancy contracts, lights, a glass paperweight with a 3D black and dark green dragon in it. I study it for a moment before walking to the shelves. They're filled with books and random things I can't name.

Out of shameful curiosity, I walk to the window, glancing at the doors and my things on the couch which suddenly seem out of place.

I take a close step to the glass as if I'm on an edge of a cliff. Becoming aware of my sight, my heart catches in my throat.

Men are in a courtyard styled room. It seems to be a separate build from the other walls surrounding it: the only war of seeing into it is the sky window from which I am able to see everything

I see men in a circle and there's one on the ground, head down. Another man is standing with a gun ready to pull the trigger. What the heck is this?

I freeze and can't move. And then, the man that was on the ground falls to his side and I see red.

I didn't hear that someone had entered the room until I heard a grunt and felt arms wrapping around my waist and a cloth brought to my mouth and nose.

I wake up on the couch alone, shaking. I hear explanations and heavy footsteps on the other side of the door.

And before I know it, Jeong Ye-Jun comes barging in with that guy from earlier. His fists are closed and I get to my feet in no time.

Ye-Jun stops a few feet away from me and turns his head towards the guy coldly. His eyes are matte, face stone and mean looking.

"You can go now," he demands. The guy bows and leaves, shutting the doors behind him.

Ye-Jun's shoulders relax and his eyes become sweet and caring.

"Are you okay?" he asks, coming closer, placing his hand on my cheek. I flinch. "What're you doing here?" He searches my face, seeming to not have noticed my flinch.

"You. . ." I want to say something that'll break his ego or whatever, but what if he breaks me? "You're. . ."

"I'm a what?" He lowers his hand.

"A. . ." I feel my soul leaving my body, but before I can confirm I say: "Do you have a gun on you?"

"Me?" he says.

I nod, swallowing a lump.

"No." He straightens and studies my face which is definitely pale as paper. "Why would you-?"

"Have you killed someone, you murderer?" I demand.

Jeong Ye-Jun's face drops to a dark shadow. What was once his simple pink cheeks are now pale and his lips curl into a frown, disgust encasing his eyes.

"Murderer?" he repeats.

"You heard me." Panic flares in my chest and I feel my heart wanting to explode. "I saw it all. Is that what you were thinking of doing to me? Killing me while having me beg for my life on my knees? How could you target a college student with a future ahead of him?"

"To be fair you were the one who appeared in my life," he says. His voice is stern and it sounds like he's not having it.

"No." I hold up a finger. "You. Were the one who walked into my life. Don't turn this around!"

He stares at me like I have seven heads.

"Why have you suddenly gone silent? After all the nights you just want to hug me to death!-"

He slaps me.

He's breathing heavily and I am too.

I can barely comprehend what happened until I'm grabbing my stuff and rushing out the door.

"Myeon-Jin!" is the last thing I hear out of his mouth.