After such a long day at work, I was driven home by the CEO's driver, however, Oh Jeon-Gi left work before me.
And now I sit here. On my bed. Staring at the wall.
While having no friends keeps my life, less climactic, heartbreak-less, it also keeps it boring. The thought crept into my mind. Perhaps I made a friend today. I dropped my hand on my phone slackly. Drawing it over to me avoiding actually picking it up. My arms were quite sore from the heavy lifting I had done carrying boxes of files from the basement to the CEO's office. I moaned as I raised my arms with the phone in my hand.
I opened my messenger to click on the unnamed contact that sat under the named contact "Oh Jeon-Gi". I wasn't enthusiastic but I was bored and I had decided that I should make real friends. Companions that couldn't be deleted with one click. "hi" I typed. I looked at the time to guess if she might still be awake. I let my phone rest on my stomach until seconds late my phone vibrated. I lifted it up unveiling Ok Soon-Ja's kind reply. "hi, are you still at work?"
"no" I replied. "are you?"
"I have to go." She returned suddenly. I pouted, as my wrist weakened and collapsed. I let out a deep sigh. Maybe Seol-Mi is awake. I sat up as the thought came to my head. It sounded interesting in my head but my face showed no interest. I nearly dragged myself out of my room. I rested my hand on the handle of my door. Though I wasn't really touching the handle I was truly touching the sweater I had hung earlier, when I "cleaned" my room. I pulled the door handle and was faced with darkness. All the lights were off except for a slightly glistening light emanating from the bottom of the stairs. I took one step from my room and heard a creak. The next steps I took were light, as I was trying to sneak down the stairs without awaking the person on the floor below.
When I got to the top stair, I tucked my phone away, which I had forgotten was in my hand, in my right pocket; before squatting down on the step. From there, I scooched down each step. And at this point, I could see that the light was coming from my sister's room, even though earlier I was sure that it was my father sleeping on the couch with a bag of chips in his arms.
At the second to the bottom step, I was able to simply step off and swung into my sister's open room. I was still wary of my heavy feet, continually trying to be as light as a feather. Seol-Mi didn't pass out watching her computer very often. However, she works hard. Seol-Mi is a surgical resident at Yongsan. She always comes home tired, or she doesn't come home for days at a time.
From the looks of it, she fell asleep trying to turn it off - see as to how her hand is hovering over the mouse pad. I chuckled and found myself closing it for her. I placed her hand next of the one that supported her head. The laptop was placed in her bag where she usually puts it to watch when she has to stay over-night.
I then started backing from the room trying to be silent still. Though I am so unlucky that when I was nearly out, my phone rang for god knows what reason. I panicked. And swung the door closed and answered the phone all within a second. I took a deep breath before bringing the speaker to my ear. The words: "Hello?" continuously rang through the phone.
"Yes?" I questioned.
"Kim Woo-Mi?" The voice of the CEO asked.
"Yes, CEOnim."
He took a sigh and asked, "Did I wake you?"
I chuckled before dismissing his misconception. "Of course not! I haven't even gone to sleep yet."
"Oh, good."
A heavy silence came after he responded. If this was the only reason he called then I brush burned my foot for no reason then it was necessary. In an attempt to speed the conversation I asked him though I was actually reminding him of the reason he called me. "Oh Jeon-Gi," He hm-ed over the phone. "So, why did you call?"
YOU ARE READING
My Beautiful Reality
عاطفيةWoo Mi is an unemployed 24-year-old, who lives with her parents Ok Seo-Won & Kim Sin-Tae and her sister, Kim Seol Mi. Woo Mi an aspiring writer, has an advantage when she writes. With the ability to experience her story during or after writing it; W...