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10:39 AM
After gathering my things from my hotel room I headed out to my internship.
I was new to the city and I haven't gotten a place yet since I am depending on this job to decide whether to move to Seoul or not. Closing my door.
I turned around to be greeted by that door again. I stared at it feeling my heart start to feel increasingly heavy. Maybe I should switch hotels...I can't even if I wanted to.
I don't have enough money. I looked into my wallet that had only 30 dollars and empty gum wrappers. I couldn't be any less unprepared.
I can't believe this happened to her. Her name was Im Yoona. When i met her at that bar area in this hotel. I didn't know her name.
I remember her smile that she had along her face. I never knew that night was the first and last time I met that mysterious yet inviting bartender.
"Don't drink too much, Miss" Her voice appeared in my head. Repeating over and over again.
Pounding. Damn it I hate these headaches. I should go buy some medicine while I'm out.
Taking the elevator to the lobby. I was ambushed by a crowd of people. No, a crowd of news reporters and police.
"Park Chanyeol!" They yelled. Chanyeol? Who is that? "Excuse me what's going on" I tried to call the attention of the lady at the front desk.
"Mr. Park, son of the owner of this hotel is here. He is going to give a statement about the circumstances of the hotel" She said.
While silencing watching the craze reporters competing for the best spots in the front with their cameramen right behind them. Holding mics close without boundaries. "Sad, isn't it about the women?"
The lady brought my attention back to her. "Yes it-" I was suddenly interrupted by the frenzy of multiple scattered camera flashes.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Guests of Lost City Hotel and people of the press. I am Park Chanyeol, my father couldn't make it today because of personal business. So I will be addressing the case of the murder that..." He coughed before proceeding. Struggling.
"Took place in this hotel. The hotel is fully without question working with the police on the investigation of Im Yoona's unfortunate death. Thank you that is all," He walked off with reporters trying to follow. Pestering him with questions.
Passing me as he made his way outside with businessmen behind him. His eyes found mine in all the chaos. Empty. Cold. Watching like it was God's eyes looking down on me.
I knew those eyes.
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Fiksi Penggemar"Do I know you?" I ask tilting my head up at him. "No, you don't." His expression solemn. The elevator dinged, He exited. Still nameless...mysterious. I knew nothing of him as the doors closed between us. He stood still as it shut, his back facing...
