Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

Bogoshipda (보고싶다)

Author's Note:

Hello and thanks for dropping by again to my humble abode in the form of Come To Me. Enjoy the chapter ahead!

May 2017

(Hyeyeon's studio apartment)

As soon as I got back into my studio apartment from tea with Soojin, the first thing I did was to turn on my Spotify. The second was unzipping my dress and slipping into a baggy jersey with a pair of grey shorts. With two fingers on my upper and lower eyelid, I gently pinched the thin layer of silicon above my pupils. My visions blurred for a brief moment, until a pair of thick translucent plastic spectacles sat on my nose bridge.

Looking around the room, I searched for any spot which looked to be out of place so that I could clean up. I lifted the fluffy pillows on my bed, took a good look at the blanket underneath it, returned the pillows on its original position. I went on all fours to peek under my bed, thankful to know there were a few strands of hair in the dark corner. With a broom on my hand, I began to sweep. When I was finally satisfied with that corner, I turned towards the study table on the right side of my bed. I let my index finger taste the table top, disappointed to realize its pristineness. When I saw a few of my novels on the study lying flatly on their back, I became tempted. My desires to make them stand in ascending order under the window transpired.

As my gaze swayed in the direction of the window pane, I hurriedly walked towards my shoe cabinet and came back with a piece of last week's newspaper all rolled up. My arms moved swiftly with the cleaning. I wasn't planning on slowing down. I can't afford to be idle. I must occupy my mind by focusing on something. Anything at all. Otherwise...

"Hyeyeon ah, it is so good to see you again."

I let out a curse under my breath.

My arms froze in its position, as beads of sweat began to line on my forehead. Shaking my head, I told myself to not get distracted but to get back to work.

With the windows twinkling back at me, I went on to my next target, the kitchen bar. The obsessive-compulsive disorder freak in me demanded that all the utensils, cups, and bowls – all in light pastel colours – face one direction. I mean, while I am not at all into superstitious customs, isn't the right side always better than the left?

Zzzzz Zzzzz. The buzzing came from my phone which sat on the wooden dining table top, simultaneously cutting the music and distracting me from my thoughts.

I walked up to it nonchalantly, until a sudden remembrance caused me to pause in my steps.

My heart skipped a beat with anticipation but I wasn't quite ready to have a look at the incoming text.

Maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself. It could just be a spam.

I reached forward and picked up my phone. The screen was off, and I gathered all the valor cells in my body to unlock my screen.

It wasn't a spam.

August 2015

It takes a total of five stops on Line 4 and one transfer to Line 1 for my daily commute to work, from Hyehwa to City Hall. Not that I minded, travelling on the subway helps me to clear my mind, be it before and after work.

Well to be more specific, it was my internship. There were no full-time positions immediately available upon my interview, but I knew I had to sign up for it, even though I may only have the title of an intern. If I wanted to scale the heights of a Data Analyst's pathway, that is.

The metro this morning was once again crowded with passengers. Chatters filled the air, but the dialogue between two young women on my right particularly caught my attention. They were dressed in formal wear, seemingly in my age range.