Someone like you || (Kth ff)

Chapter 3: First encounter

I wake up panting. I'm sweating badly. I look at the clock on the bedside table and it says 8:00 am.

I clutch the strands of my hair as I recall the nightmares.

Blood. Gunshots.

No. I can't think about this. You've gotten over it Sooyeon!

I try to calm myself down and get up to go to the bathroom. As I'm taking a shower I try not to keep thinking about the nightmares and the guy at the restaurant yesterday.

After all these years why yesterday night? Why after seeing the guy?

I step out of the shower and get dressed hurriedly. I make pancakes for breakfast. As I'm perfectly fine today, I text Hyejin that I'll be at work today for my shift.

I go back to my room and decide to rearrange my closet.

After spending almost three hours and after I'm satisfied that my closet looks just like I want it to be, I go get ready for work.

I decide to take the bus today as I'm not in the mood to walk all the way there. I get on the bus just in time. Although it's noon, the bus is full. There's only two vacant seats. I sit on the one next to the window.

On the next stop, someone gets in and heads to the sit on the seat beside mine. I look up to greet them when I see that familiar face.

"You?" I blurt out.

It's the same guy from the restaurant yesterday. But he looks so different. He has a plain white tshirt on and his tattoo is more evident. I'm disappointed to see that it's a very tiny tattoo. It creeps through his right neck. It's like only a few centimetres long. His hair is pulled back away from his face.

I can't help but wonder how different he looks from yesterday. Yesterday he looked kinda dangerous but today he looks very normal. Cute even.

"Yeah me." He says and all the cuteness I assumed flies away.

He sits beside me and starts scrolling through his phone. I keep looking at his face form the side.

"You're weird. Yesterday you were at my table and today you keep staring at me. You stalking me or what?" He asks in a rude tone.

That makes sense. Yesterday I was sitting at his table and that's why he kept looking at me. And maybe he went to the waitress to tell me to get up. But then it's not his reserved table. How the heck am I supposed to know that it was his table?

"Excuse me, how the hell am I supposed to know that it was your table? And technically it wasn't. Also I am not stalking you, I have my own business to mind." I say coldly.

"Tsk tsk, instead of saying sorry, you're getting all worked up."

"Sorry? Sorry? Sorry for what huh? That I sat on a table in the restaurant? There was no sign of 'reserved' on the table! How do I know that it was your table?" I'm mad now. Not because of this but because of all that has happened to me after I saw him.

The nightmares. I've never had any in two years but then suddenly yesterday night!

I look outside the bus and lose it. I missed my stop. He looks at me and realises from my expression that I've missed my stop. He starts laughing then.

"I. Missed. My. Stop. BECAUSE. OF. YOU." I shout.

Before he can say anything I stomp to the exit and get down at the next stop.

I'm so mad. All the good impressions that'd built in my mind about the guy have vanished. I walk all the way to the restaurant and hurry up because I'm ten minutes late.