My Obsessed Ex

Not him

I stepped out of his car, waved him goodbye before I made my way to the lift in my basement. Kiyong oppa, as usual, still in his car waiting for me to get in my unit before he drive home. He never dropped me by the gate, the lift or on the side of the road. He would park his car nicely, let me get all my stuffs, watched me walk into the lift, called me if I had make it to my unit, then he can go home in peace, I think so.

But tonight, before I could even make it to the lift, I felt a hand roughly pulled me aside. I was taken a back for a moment when I see who was it. Ryu Jun Yeol. What is he doing here? Why is he even here?

"Who is it? Who take you home today, you bitch!" he looked at me, mad.

Did he see Kiyong's car? Then I remembered, there was a car headed out when I walked out of his car, So I hoped he got it wrong this time. For the sake of Kiyong's career, he can't be seen here in my basement, let alone having his image as a third wheeling party at this moment. That could be bad for him.

"Who what?" I tried to pull my hands away from him. But he was too strong. I glanced a moment at Kiyong's car direction. He was still there, not moving. I can't see him though. Was he looking at us? I wondered.

"Don't you try to fool me, I saw that black car you got off from, tell me who is he?" He shook me harder and it was painful this time. He pointed his finger to a car that just passed the exit, It was close!

" That was Kyunghye Eonnie. We just had dinner after filming" I lied.

"Call her" He demanded.

Oh, crap! I didn't think he would ask me that but I dialed her number and she picked up right away.

"Eonnie, I left my purse in your car, can you check? I don't have it in me. Maybe it fell on the side of my seat? Can you check for me?" Please, please, act along with me, Eonnie. I prayed hard.

"What purse? Aigooo, this girl. I can't look for it now, ok? I am driving, you silly girl". She saved me, for real.

"See? I told you we just had dinner, and she dropped me off" I tried not to panic myself.

"If you ever think of cheating, I promise you'll pay for it. You heard me woman?" And he started to get some kisses from me. I refused of course. I pulled myself back. A quick respond of me got him mad.

"Why? Why did you refuse to be kissed?" He looked so mad. He held my head, roughly, and claimed for another kiss. I stayed there, not making any movement, because it could get him suspicious. So, I let him kiss me. I, million times wished, Kiyong has left my basement.

"You're very boring. You can't even kiss properly. I can't believe I dated a stupid girl." He ran his fingers on my hair, leaned forward and said "You're useless, really! But you are good for me, for my good side on media and all that. I need you to stay with me, So I can maintain that good boyfriend image longer." He brushed his hands of my clothes, as if he felt disgusting after touching me.

"I'll go for now, don't ever think of leaving me, until I do it myself. Got it?!" then he walked to his car, leaving me standing there, crying in silence. My day sometimes could turn bad, like tonight. I was about to move my body, originally planed on heading back to Kiyong's car, when I heard a screech of break right beside me.

"Get in" Kiyong said once I turned my head to see who's car was it. He leaned forward to open the door and I slid in my seat, he had the seat arranged as I like to.

He didn't say any word and I still cry in silence, but I felt his one hand squeezed mine with so much frustration in it. He exhaled a lot while driving us somewhere. His hand only left mine once or twice but somehow it comforted me. I intertwined my fingers in him and held it tight with my both hands then laid further down, closing my eyes. At least, at that moment, I was not alone.