SkyDive (Kim Himchan)

Part 3

The man named Junhong seemed out of place in the B.A.P's world in Hayan's opinion. She only thought that because of their conversation she had with him on the way back to her apartment.

"Boss must like you. I've never seen him give money to someone he didn't owe." Junhong said, glancing to Hayan. "He seems to smiley for his job." Hayan thought to herself and examined his face. "How old are you?" Hayan asked, while clutching the envelope. Junhong threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, which was refreshing to Hayan.

"If I had a dime. I'm twenty, Ms. Hayan." He said and smiled widely. "Kind of young to be in this business, aren't you?" She asked and pulled her knees to her chest. "Himchan tried talking me out of joining the business. You see, when he found me I was fourteen, living on the streets and starving. He took me to his home, fed me, dressed me, took care of me. I owed him my life." Junhong explained and Hayan nodded in understanding.

Due to the stories she had heard, she never thought Himchan to be the sympathetic type.

"Don't get hurt, Junhong. You're a good kid, better than Jongup." She said and he laughed again. "Not necessarily. Jongup's not bad, he just has a few screws loose. And he was cornered. Think about it this way, you got forty thousand dollars thanks to him. We're here." He said and Hayan had to admit, he was right.

Hayan glanced over her apartment building and sighed. It was a worn beige color and there were cracks crawling up the side of the building. Graffiti was tagged and some thugs were standing by the entrance, smoking. She was ashamed to call this home, but it was.

Junhong opened Hayan's car door and helped her out of the car. "Do they bother you any when you go in and out?" He asked Hayan, gesturing to the thugs. "Just the standard harassment and such." She answered, before pausing to look at Junhong. "Why?"

"Himchan just wants you to be safe. So do I, you seem nice." He said and Hayan smiled. She started heading to the building and turned to wave at Junhong. He waved and she went upstairs.

Trudging up the stairs, she ran her thumb over the envelope and sighed to herself. Once she reached her apartment door, she wrestled with the keys and her stomach growled. Her dinner was left in her car, she felt like crying again but ignored it. Her hunger wasn't that bad, so she ignored it and immediately dove into her bed. It had been a longer day than she was hoping it would be.

The next morning, Hayan woke up in her hoodie and jeans from the day before. It felt as if everything that had happened had been a bad dream and her eyes found the red envelope on the floor. "Nice to know it wasn't a dream." She said and sat up, unzipping her hoodie which smelled bad from the rain. Feeling gross and disgusting, she stripped down to her bra and underwear before exiting her room for the bathroom.

"Oh my god."  A male voice said from down the hall. Hayan's heart stopped and she turned. There stood Junhong, wide eyed with a panic stricken face. "Oh my god, Junhong! What are you doing here?" Hayan asked, while trying to cover her exposed skin. He quickly turned around, not daring to face her. His heart was beating 1000 miles a minute, he had never really seen a woman in the way before.

"Himchan told me to pick you up for breakfast. You left the door unlocked. I'm so sorry, Ms. Hayan." Junhong said and Hayan escaped to the bathroom, only peaking her head out. She was utterly confused, Himchan said he'd give her two weeks.

"Why does he want to see me?" She asked a still turned around Junhong. "I don't know, I just follow orders." He said and sighed. His mind was telling him to stay turned around , his body really wanted to catch another glimpse. "Well Junhong, follow these orders: Sit down on the couch and wait for me to shower and get dressed." She said and he chuckled.

"Yes, ma'am."