Killers: Taeyeon

Taeyeon: 29

I stared at the wall for a while ever since I woke up. When I remembered Mark's kiss on my forehead, my heart skipped a beat. Is that supposed to be a good thing? What's happening to me, anyway? I mean, it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. But he kind of reminds me of someone I miss.

I went to my place here in New York, and Rosetta, the half-Korean caretaker of this mansion wasn't surprised to see me. She came to do her formal greeting, but I told her not to. After all, my dad isn't here. I also don't like it when people act too formal. I smiled at her, and she sent some of our men to bring my bags to my room.

I lied down and checked my phone. So, Seohyun's back home already, Tiffany is in California, and I am stuck here in New York. What am I gonna do, then? I am too lazy to go shopping, I don't like walking outside, and I am definitely not gonna go to carnivals alone. Should I just sleep, then? But I feel so stuffy in my room! What the fuck am I doing with my life?

There are times when I miss being at home, and right now is one of those moments. I am so bored here! Maybe I should just go back. After all, I have nothing to do here. I started packing my bags and even brought some of the clothes I left here purposely just because I don't like staying here in New York. I feel really stuffy here.

"Get the car ready. I'm heading back to Korea." I instructed the driver, but he just looked confused. "Did you not here me? I said get the car ready!"

"I'm sorry, miss. Your father instructed us to not let you go back to Korea."

"What!?" I turned around and took out my phone to dial my dad's number. But my calls won't reach him! I threw my phone and broke the window in frustration! I faced the driver and stopped in front of him. "Care to tell me why?"

"The reason was not disclosed to us, but your father told us to keep a close eye on you."

I went back to my room and lied on my bed. I wanted to call Tiffany, but she's trying to heal herself. I should leave her alone. Also, I feel so stupid when I remembered I threw my phone out of the window! Great! Now I have to buy a new one! I just ordered the kitchen staff to make me snacks because I need to calm myself down somehow. Fine! I guess I'll just go shopping or something.

I just got out and drove my car to the nearest mall. I know New York has the worst place for cars, but I hate taking cabs here. I parked my car in the underground parking lot. I went inside the mall and looked around. Since I was stupid earlier, I went to the iStore and got myself a new phone. I didn't even care what color or which iPhone I bought. I just need a new phone. I paid in full and walked around.

"If you're gonna frown like that, you won't be as pretty as you were yesterday." I turned around to see him smile at me.

"You're here." I told him and he smiled wider.

"You already forgot who I am, didn't you?"

"Uhm..." I felt guilty. "Mark."

"Oh, I thought I was the only one who remembered you." He said and glanced at the phone I just bought. "Why buy a new one?"

"Out of impulse." I said, and he just shrugged. I remembered him bringing me to my hotel room safely. I should thank him. "Thanks for last night, by the way."

"Oh, no. It's okay. You remind me of someone." He said and smiled. I was about to say something, but he got to me first. "Wanna grab lunch?"

"Sure." I told him, and he nodded.

-

He entered in an Italian restaurant. He chose the food for me. I just let him do it because I wouldn't want him to think I'm rude. I already ate in this restaurant a lot of times, and obviously for him, we're the same. I wanted to ask him something, but it feels like I'm prying. I don't want to look too interested in him.

"Are you okay?" I heard him talk, and he drank his water.

"I'm just wondering about something." He was quiet, so I continued. "You said you reminded me of someone?"

"Ah, yes." He said and smiled. "You remind me of my older sister."

"Your older sister?" I asked, smiling. "How are we similar?"

"Well, she's quiet, and drinks too much, but can't handle alcohol." He smiled. "And also, you kind of look like her."

"I see." I said and smiled at him. "Well, you remind me of someone, too."

"Really? Who?" I was about to answer him, but our food arrived. "Let's eat?" He said and smiled.

"Sure." I drank my water before telling him. "You also remind me of my brother."

-

He sent me to my car and I drove away from the mall. If my dad won't let me go back home, then I'll go to the place my brother and I loved. I guess I could call it my second home. But then, the places Heechul and I loved are the places I considered home. As soon as I got back in my place, I went to my laptop to book the soonest flight to Osaka.

"Get the car ready. I'll be flying to Japan." I told the driver, but he did not budge. I am sick of this! I showed him my flight details. "Is this enough proof that I won't fly back to Korea?"

"I'll have to ask for your father's permission, miss." He said. I couldn't take it any longer, so I punched his face. "I'll go there myself, then!" I said and went out to get my car.

Good thing they didn't bother following me. I'm not being rebellious. I'm trying to get out of New York because I dislike this city so much. I feel like a prisoner here. When I was young, my dad would always send me here when he needs me to be out of sight. But when Heechul bought my unit, I went her less often, which is why I loved my home country too much.

But I also love Osaka. Maybe because it was my first out-of-the-country trip with my brother. I drove to the airport, and I called Rosetta to pick up my car. She just told me to enjoy my trip, and she'll take care of my body guards. That's one of the reasons why I love her. She understands me, and knows me too well. I smiled at the thought of being alone again. See you soon, Osaka.