"Excuse me, sir! I am so sorry!" I frantically apologized and gathered up all of the things that fell out of my basket.
"No, I'm sorry." He helped me in grabbing supplies and placing them back in the shopping basket. "I-I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and-" The other man paused and stared at one thing in particular.
I followed his gaze; he stared at my phone screen. On it read a message from my girlfriend. I quickly snatched it and moved it out of sight. "I appreciate you helping, but that's pretty private."
"Please tell me that happens to be your sister?"
"No, although it's not really your business." I finished putting all items back in the basket.
"Cousin?"
I stood, and he did too. "No."
"Any kind of family member?"
"No," I answered again, annoyance clear in my tone. I turned away from him, about to take a step.
"Then she's gotta be just a friend, right? Please let me be right."
I huffed and glared at him. "Again I say, 'It is none of your business'. Now if you'll excuse me-"
"She's your girlfriend, isn't she?" he asked in a painful voice.
I gave up. "Yes, now will you please leave me alone? I don't even know you."
He scoffed. "You wouldn't want to."
Now I was intrigued. "What do you mean by that? And why are you so concerned with my girlfriend?"
"Because she's my girlfriend too."
"That's impossible," I defended a little too quickly.
He raised his eyebrows at me, then dug around in his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He pressed the screen a few times and held it out to me, screen facing me.
It was a contact with the same name as my girlfriend with a heart emoji after it.
"That doesn't mean anything. They could coincidentally have the same name." I said that with absolutely no confidence.
"Really? Is she really pretty with long, straight brown hair and dark eyes?"
"Lots of people have that hairstyle and eye color. It proves nothing."
The man crossed his arms. "She has a small birthmark on her left hip."
My face paled. He's right.
"Her favorite color is blue, she can get jealous easily, she doesn't like wearing shorts, only jeans or skirts, she says she doesn't wear green because it's not her color, and she can be a controlling and selfish bitch sometimes but you love her anyway?"
Accurate.
"Oh, and lately she's been going out later and spending less and less time with you. And when you ask her where she went, she says no where and finds some way to distract you?"
Dead on.
I clenched my fist. How could she do that to me? I fought back the urge to punch the man standing in front of me. He didn't do anything. He's the victim, just like you. "That cheating little-" I stopped short. What good will name calling do? "I can't believe this."
The other man looked just as furious. "I thought she was better than this. Guess I was fucking wrong." His eyes softened slightly. "What's your name?"
"Kim Seokjin." I was too angry to care I just gave my full name to a complete stranger.
He sighed. "I've seen your name in her phone one time. She told me you were her second cousin. God, I was such an idiot to have believed her." He took a step closer and extended a hand. "Kim Namjoon." When I shook his offered hand, he continued, "I'm so sorry about this."
