𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕
I sat in my studio writing, trying to figure out what the hell I am going to write about. I paced around the room thinking. I Looked at some pictures on my phone, trying to find something to give me some sort of inspiration.
After hours of looking through my phone and trying to find some sort of inspiration I decided to retire. I left the studio walking back to my apartment. I looked around observing the different people and making assumptions on how their night is going to go. Seeing the different laughing faces and groups of people made a longing feeling sit in my stomach. I realized that I would probably never have that. It made my stomach turn as sadness consumed my thoughts.
I was deep into my thoughts thinking about how I will probably never be able to hangout as freely with Bianca as I once could. My phone paused my music as I got a call from an unknown number. I answered it thinking it may have been my brother finally calling me back. I swiped answering the call.
"Hello" I said plainly as usual
"Hey, is this Kim Hyung seo?" a mans voice rang through the phone sounding so smooth and gentle
"Yea, who asking?" I answered with a slight tone of irritation in my voice
"um...it's dean from the club" the man voice finally bringing back all of the memories from the night prior.
"oh...what do you need?" I asked slightly flustered thinking about all that happened between us.
"um I was wondering if I could meet you and get my hoodie back" the uncertainty ringing very prominent in his voice.
I was about to reply when a voice cut me off.
"Dean we need to get back to work talk to your bitches later" the voice obviously seeming irritated at dean's actions.
"Aye dean am I on speaker" I asked unlocking the door to my apartment. As I enter the house taking off my shoes and slipping on my slippers
"No, why" he asked fear in his voice
"Put me on speaker really quick I want to say something" I said plainly
"Ok I guess if you want..." I heard the tap of his finger on the screen "ok you are on speaker now you can say what you want."
I cleared my throat before getting ready to put him in his place
"I maybe a bitch but I also might end up becoming ya stepmom if you keep testing me"
There was dead silence on the phone until I heard a mans voice ring through the phone again
"I like her, I think we would make great friends"
"On another note where can I meet you" dean finally spoke up.
" I just got back to my apartment I will send you the address just pull up" I said walking into my room picking out something to wear to sleep
"Ight be the in a few, bye" he replied
"Bye" I hung up the phone getting running my shower water. I got undressed and hopped in the shower my skin making contact with the steaming hot water. My muscles relaxing as I listen to my music.
I finally get out of the shower hair dripping on to the floor as I hear a knock on the door. I quickly slip on my my black nike shorts and my black oversized shirt and run to the door. I answer the door seeing man looking down at me. As I stared into his deep brown eyes.
"This is Bibi's apartment right" he said
"Yea what's up" I asked not remembering any of the previous conversation we had together
"um well I came here to get my hoodie back." He said scratching the back of his neck
"oh yea, my bad come in" I moved out of the way letting him enter the apartment.
"You can sit in the living room I gotta get it out of my room" I said rushing back into my room to look for the hoodie.
"Here you go" I handed him his hoodie back expecting him to just leave.
"Hey did you ever find something to write about?" He questioned
"um no sadly I can't really find anything that will fit" I said kind of sad.
"Hey, how about you come with me to my studio right now and I help you?" He asked hopefully.
"I guess let me change out of my pajamas" I run back to my room. I throw on my black oversized hoodie with a pair of black ripped jeans and my black combat boots.
"Alright let's go" I came back out grabbing my house key walking out with dean trailing behind me. I walk outside waiting for him at the entrance not knowing if he drove here or walked.
"Hop on" he said as he handed me a helmet before he got onto his motorcycle. I strap my helmet on and swing my leg over the bike as I sit down grabbing his waist. He pulled of speeding down the street. The euphoric feeling set in my stomach as I remembered the ride back to his house after the bar. I watch the lights and the people as I once did before.
