The wind is slightly hitting your pale cheeks as you walk faster and faster every second, increasing your pace.
Your short hair is tied into a half pony, a brown oversized jacket covering your plane white shirt and baggy jeans covering your lower half, black sneakers and a black sidebag giving you your overall casual look.
Your Polaroid is clutched tight on your left hand and on your right you have your smartphone clutched tighter.
The night stay in the hotel was pretty much nice. Except for the fact that you had taken five cans of chilled coffee, giving you a sore throat.
It didn't bother you much that your best friend was ready to call a police when you had called her, for she thought you were someone else basically an old man.
Stacy Brown, your best friend, not exactly a half-korean but her grandma being Japanese just added to some of her foreign features passing her some knowledge of Japanese traditions which drove her into loving the neighbouring countries as well which included Korea.
Although you were a Korean, you lived in the states with your family for as long as you could remember and finally when your grandma is breathing her last days, your family decided to return and stay as long as they could.
It's been two months since you've stayed in this place, gotten familiar with the people and the language.
You're hometown is not exactly Seoul however your grandma needed the best medical attention which drove your family into staying in Seoul.
But you are not in Seoul, since your grandma could not visit your hometown Daegu, you have decided to use all your photography skills in making a memory book for her, visiting all the places in your hometown you were randomly taking pictures,your sleep schedule ruined and your life a mess.
But that's not exactly important here, neither is the fact that you yourself can't recognize your voice, the problem here is huge.
The type of problem that almost every person has once been through in his/her life.
It was fine until you left the hotel and visited the coffee shop nearby, fine until you saw a lovely flower shop and snapped some pictures from your Polaroid and then it happened.
You saw the Prince Charming of your dreams standing near you? No.
It was actually what you call an emergency. Like you wake up early morning and forget the most important part of starting your day.
Yes you forgot to pee.
The worst situations of all when you actually can't find even one place which showed any signs of a toilet, your retreat to the hotel would take thirty minutes from taxi and walking was not an option.
You were in a state where you can't even call for a taxi. The pee was hitting you that hard.
Your eyes frantically search for any signs of a toilet. No restaurants, no toilets, no nothing.
That is until you see a pet shop. And in big,bold letters just beside the shop is the sign of a public toilet.
You don't know if the angels are helping you, but you just make a dash for the toilet ,don't look left or right and just enter the first door you see.
Upon entering you see a very clean kept public bathroom, surprised as you are you open all the four-five doors you see, fortunately one is open and you push yourself inside.
There you see a toilet pot. Giving it a second thought you think there is something weird about the smell of this place, however there is no time for a second thought and your eager self is already unzipping your jeans.
And the zipper is stuck.
You stare at your half opened zipper in bewilderment. Not like you can push your pants down because they are perfect on your waist and definitely you have some meat on your butt so either way your pants were stuck.
Your pale face is heating up, and you can feel the slow pressure building up in your abdomen.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
At this point your brain is locked and you clench your thighs together and ask lord for forgiveness for all the sins you've committed.
It's not the right time for Karma to hit me!
Upon hearing your words you hear a loud bang at your door. You jump up in fright and no lie you did pee a little in your underwear.
"I'm in!" You croak in your old man voice.
"Please! It's urgent!!" A deep voice screams from the other side turning the handle in all directions but you've locked the door from inside.
It can't be a girl. You tell yourself.
"You're in the wrong place! This is for girls!"You scream. Your hands helplessly fiddling with your zipper.
"Then what are you doing inside you coward! Come out and I'll show you who I am!!" The other person screamed back, your anger was building inside of you however your need to pee made you stay put.
This really could not be happening. Not right now already.
"I'm a female you piece of shit!" You scream. The doors handle stops moving and you hear uneasy footsteps shifting near the door.
"This is a male public toilet. You're in the wrong place mam"
And then you surely know.
You are fucked.
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This chapter has to continue I know 😂
