Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

61. Lucid dream

REEA

We chose to drink across the street, in one of those dining tents that you can find in almost every neighborhood. The lady owning the place is probably around my mom's age, maybe older, and she has been having this business since she finished high school. She told us that she never afforded attending university, so she took over her parents' restaurant. Judging by the number of people present inside the tent, her little business must be blooming these days. We picked a table in a far corner, not wanting people to disturb us as they come and go. We also ordered a few servings of meat to grill while drinking. A few bottles of soju later, I can already feel the tips of my fingers tingling, my head incredibly high. We've been going glass after glass, like we were drinking water, not soju.

"Okay, I had a shitty day so I know why I'm drinking. Why are you drinking like this, though?" Inna asks, putting down her empty glass. Why do I drink? Because I feel like falling in love and I hate it. I look at her and take a moment to consider it. It may be the alcohol making me chatty or maybe I feel like talking to someone about this and lifting a stone from my heart, but I find myself speaking.

"Do you know why I haven't called you after my injury?" I start, Inna looking at me with curious eyes. She's drunk, but she's focused. "I didn't call you because Jungkook looked after me the whole time. He accidentally found out about me being in the hospital so he showed up, picked me up and babysat me the whole night and the day after. We spent some nice moments together," I tell her, recalling the kiss and all the things he told me that day in the park.

"And now you're drinking because you can't get him out of your head?" she asks, scratching her head and drinking another glass. She is drinking too much.

"Precisely!"

"You're fucked, then!" she laughs, tilting her head back.

"Thanks a lot," I say sarcastically. As if I didn't know that.

"Let me tell you something, Morrison. Once you fall in love, there is nothing you won't do for the person you love. Nothing! So you better get ready because there is a whole battlefield out there," she says, staring at the dishes in front of her with incredibly sad eyes. She then picks up her phone and checks the message she just received.

"Pffft, Jimin just sent me a picture from the practice," she giggles and I bend over the table to see it too. It's a group selfie, all of them sweaty and with their hair dripping wet. Only I don't see Jungkook in the picture. I try to hide my pout and fall back into my chair, sulking internally.

"Morrison, are you still in charge of the MonAmi investigation?" she asks out of the blue, playing absentmindedly with her chopsticks on the small table. There is still so much food remaining on the grill. I guess both of us needed to drink more than we needed to eat. This tells a lot about the weight we carry in our minds these days.

"You won't get rid of me in this trial, if that's what you're asking," I grin at her and snatch a slice of radish from the small bowl in front of me. She swallows dry, as if gathering courage. I wonder what troubles her so much.

"Are you investigating the illegal activity of the club where we caught Do Byung-Ho?" she asks, glancing at me through her long lashes.

"Well, although it is related to my case, the investigation on this matter is led by another agent. But we're collaborating, exchanging intel and everything," I tell her. This seems to catch up her attention, her shoulders relaxing a bit.

"Good," is all she replies, satisfied with my answer. Did she drag me out here and made me drink just to squeeze information from me to aid her case? I snort. That won't be out of the ordinary, though. She's always been resourceful.