You + Me = ?

Boltzmann's Formula

The Present, 2017

This is driving me nuts.

As I silently drive along the roadway, my mind is heavily occupied by the origin of that blanket and rather eerie looking feather, and to make matters worse I've exhausted all resources in my reach trying to find out who sent me that package. My best guess was Professor Nam but much to my surprise he didn't send that to me.

The distribution center at the university said the package didn't come through them, and my parents are also a lost cause when it comes to the identity of the sender. So on a day like today, I had plans of checking out the CCTV at school but that didn't go as planned.

My parents decided to show up in Seoul, and as much as I truly cherish them, there are times when I like to be alone, but with my parents nearby, I can never seem to achieve that. Since the spring semester has started, I have less classes to teach and so I have more free times on my hands.

At first I thought about how I'll enjoy the multiple days off and early days from work, but in this moment I can't say I feel the same way. I am officially my parents' chauffeur for this week.

I'm also on my period.

Which means no sex.

I may sound like I'm addicted to the intimate act, but truth be told Song Minho's damn good in bed, so of course we do the dirty every chance we get, and his hectic schedule doesn't help either. So yes, I find that I'm a bit frustrated and super horny, but what can I do?

Being a woman is tough, and like any normal, sexually active female I'm overjoyed that my body has to painfully send me a memo that I'm not pregnant. I sigh loudly as the lights turn green, my father and I have been together since seven this morning.

He's in Seoul due to the various board meetings he has to attend, well the both of us actually since I'm an appointed member of the board.

"I think there's parking available," he points to a parking lot and I quickly turn my indicator on.

My eyes widen as I pull into the parking lot, the memory of a picture flashes in my mind as I look up at the building, "why are we here?"

He gives a warm look as I carefully park his precious Rolls Royce, "you handled that meeting like a true professional, so I thought you should be here to see this contract through."

I immediately become at a loss for words when I realize that I have to go inside the building with him. Without much knowledge of my current situation he unfastened his seatbelt and get out of the car.

As I too exit the car I couldn't help but think that this week is just filled with a series of rather unfortunate events. I look up at the building and sigh miserably, nothing good will come of this meeting.

With my hands constantly ruffling my curls, I silently trail behind my father, upon our entry a secretary politely greets us. "Mr. Yang has been expecting you Mr. Lee."

Kill me now.

When we get to the sixth floor, the inner child that follows my father wherever he goes suddenly comes to life. He happily walks over to the decorated wall as he spots a familiar face.

"Oh! It's Minho-ah!"

I sigh, "he looks so fuckable," I whisper softly.

"Did you say something Hei Ryung-ah?"

I shake my head at him, "nothing important, let's just get this over with."

The sound of the secretary's knock on the door sends my heart racing, I bite my lip as the sudden thought of running away crosses my mind, but sadly it's too late for that now. I watch with sweaty fingers as my father greets him, maybe it's because of the sudden nervousness, but everything seems to be happening in slow motion, and then our eyes meet.