Is all of this a dream?

Chapter 6: The many secrets of Yoon.

“Um… Well this is awkward…” I said standing in the middle of a huge puddle. Either Yoon parked the car there purposely, or Korea hates me. Ugh. It’s been pouring rain since we left Yoon’s house. I finally started to wonder. Why am I standing in a middle of a puddle with water up to my ankles – and I’m with my heels! – in pouring rain, staring at Yoon’s hand stretched out to me. He wants to get me out of the puddle, but as always, I’m stupid or high or something, so we’re both standing here like statues and we’re freaking wet. I need to get my brain working. I hate my brain. It’s only capable of day dreaming about Super Junior and Yoon. Psh. Screw you brain. I want a working one…

“Marls, seriously. Come on. I’m cold.” I think he was debating whether he should hurry inside and just leave me here. I sighed and tried to force my muscles move, I took his hand and he tried to get me out of the water. We ran into the building through the back door and threw our wet coats on the ground. “You can stay with all the actors if you wanna.” He smiled and led me to the stage’s side. “Here, stay here, I have to go get some issues fixed with the director and I’ll be back in five minutes.” I just nodded and stared at the people practicing scenes. I wish I could act. I suck cheese balls at even lying.

Yoon came back five minutes later and smiled at me walking by. I tensed when I saw him say hi to a small, pretty girl. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. If there weren’t a lot of people around, I would’ve kicked her head off. Yoon is mine! Why am I so possessive? I should stop. They started rehearsing from the top. I was amazed how Yoon is such a good actor. His and that bitch’s love scene came in the middle of the play and I realized that I’ll soon poke my eyes out. My mouth agaped as that filthy rat kissed Yoon. My Yoon! I don’t know her, but I hate her! Someone, kill her, please! Can it please stop before I get a heart attack?! It’s already been 5 seconds, let go of my Yoon! I turned my eyes away from them and stared into space angrily squeezing my hands into fists. Some dude came and sat beside me. He tried to get attention by poking me. He did that a few times then stopped. If he didn’t stop, I would’ve, most likely, grabbed his hand, throw him up in the air and slam it on the floor. I was filled with Super Sayan Rage. He said something in Korean.

“I don’t fucking speak Korean. Leave.” I huffed trying to not kill him. I don’t know why I was so mad at him. He didn’t do anything!

“No. I’m bored. So you’re stuck with me” I exhaled. Seriously, stay near me for more than 30 seconds and I’ll murder you and everyone here. “And I asked you if you enjoyed the play or not?”

“Not.” I blinked slowly and crossed my hands on my chest.

“Why not? Are you jealous of Hana Kyung?” He inquired. That’s it. He’s not getting out alive.

“No. I am not jealous.” I hissed.

“By the way, I’m Park Shim Lee.” He extended his arm. Was I willing to shake it? No. I don’t even want to know the dumbshit. He saw that I was ignoring him so he let down his arm and looked at me. “You must be Marley.” He laughed and patted my head “Good doggy.” Ok. That is the last drop. I grabbed his hand and twisted it, forcing him to lay on the floor.

“Listen here. I am not a dog. If you talk to me one more time, I’ll rip this arm off” I twisted it even more, making him scream silently “and I’ll shove it so far up your ass it will come outside your eye. Got it?” he nodded and I let go. He stood up and walked away. He turned to me halfway.

“I’m sorry that you can’t accept the fact that he doesn’t really love you.” He smirked. I stood up and almost wanted to walk over to him and punch him, but I controlled and remained in the same spot.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Hana… Ah… Every guy’s dream. Do you even know why he’s in this play? Because he wants to hook-up with Hana. Nothing more. Before you came he was all sweet and cute and koochie koo with Hana. Then they kissed, after that he got what he wanted and now he is considering leaving the play. Even if he loves you. You can’t deny one thing: he was a player, you can’t change that about him. It’s not easy. Players, especially him, can’t change in a day. It’s not possible. Ok? Remember my words when your stupid little heart gets crushed.” He walked away leaving me in tears.