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Carrying a big secret on her shoulders once she mistakenly sets her foot on South Korea, Lee Eunjin can't do anything but to accept the reality that the world sent her there not to hide, but to cover up a petty rumor and torture herself by becom...
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| chapter 5: turning point
|| Eunjin ||
"Park Ji-who?" I asked, confusion and shock evident in my eyes as I glance at the extremely gorgeous man in front of me.
"You can call me Jimin," he replied, shooting me a wink afterwards.
This man... He's definitely a flirt. I stared at him, my mouth agape, as I try to recall how I got to know a man named Park Jimin my entire life and in what situations I might have gotten myself into to let me be known to a man as insanely handsome as he is. To tell you the truth, I am not that close to boys. I tend to get either extremely defensive or awkward around them, especially when they try to be close with me.
"You're alone?" breaking the silence, he asked. The atmosphere was getting too cumbersome for him as I intensely stare at him for about five minutes; thoughts about his mysterious existence clouding my state of mind.
"Yeah," I answered, breaking my trance and peering at the CDs instead.
He hummed and went back to looking at the old discs in front of us. In less than a minute, his phone started to ring, making me look at his pocket where the device was probably kept. He rummaged through his pocket to check who was calling and immediately answered the phone call as he sees the name plastered on the screen.
"What is your problem?" he hissed. I eavesdropped on their conversation, pretending to appear interested as I saw some old bands' CDs at the rack.
"I'm here at some weird, old CD store, checking some old tracks I'd like to listen to. Why?" he looked around the shop to tell his friend where he was.
"Mind your own business, dude. Even though phones are already invented for us to listen music in an easier way, nothing can ever beat the aesthetic of CDs." He explained, barely paying attention to the title of the CD he is currently touching.
"Oh, and by the way," he snapped his finger as he immediately remembers something and looks towards me, who he did not know, is still listening to his conversation with the dude.
"I met her," I did not completely turn my head towards him, so instead, I moved my eyes to subtly look at him so it would not seem like I was listening to his call.
"Her, the pretty girl in the airport," he replied. My eyes widened at his statement and turned to look at him smirking. What the heck did I just hear?
"She is a pretty one. I am right in front of her now. She's glaring at me as she listens to our conversation." he chuckles, eyes turning into crescents as he speaks to the guy further.
"Excuse me, but I think this is-" I tried to speak but to no avail, he shushed me as if I was interrupting his call.
"Nice voice, as well. If you don't believe me, come to the shop right now."
