Noona

Musical Suggestion: Mademoiselle by Qveen Herby

Abby

They call me Noona. They, are those who I occasionally sleep with from time to time, even though our relationship is not that of a brother-sister bond. It’s only because I’m older.

I have casual encounters with fuckboys because I can’t be bothered with emotions. I'm at a point in my life where I've done that shit before in the past and it left me heartbroken. Therefore, I choose not to be involved or attached. I only need sex and I am completely satisfied with what I get. I need to stay focused.

My name is Abigail Marie Branson, or Abby for short. I am a 37 yr old marketing professional who has spent my last few years getting established in the marketing world as the best there is in the business. I’ve been sought after and headhunted by various companies only to be offered a sweet position with Regis Marketing. They basically allowed me to take full control any project I landed, when it comes to my craft. I know how to seal the deal with name brands and companies across the country and thanks to me, we are one of the most prestigious marketing firms nationwide.

I don’t have a significant other and I don’t want one. I’m good at being alone. I can concentrate and focus without distractions. I believe I wouldn’t be where I am if I had allowed myself to be emotionally involved with someone. I enjoy my career and I don’t think being in a relationship will allow me to be as creative as I have been. This being said, I don’t have to explain my actions to anyone as I do what I want, when I want.

I recently landed the biggest opportunity of a lifetime as I was chosen to establish an office in Seoul, South Korea as Regis Marketing wants to tap into the Asian markets.

So here I am, sitting my black ass in a huge fucking office with no one to boss around. I’ve been here for just a few weeks and it really takes me back to when I was younger.

I remember visiting Seoul when I was around 15 yrs old as I was a member of a music group that traveled with a church outreach ministry. I remember visiting a musical camp where we put on a classical & jazz recitals. It was a nice experience to have as a young child.

My mom was a single mother who wanted me to have more than what she had growing up. Therefore she made sure she signed me up for everything possible in our little town just outside Chicago. She wanted me to get away and live a life better than what we were living. She didn’t want me to struggle, so I understood why she did what she did as her intentions were good.

My father was non-existent, so I didn’t have a ‘daddy figure’ for me to look up to. I never knew my mother’s parents, therefore I had no grandparents for me to spend summers with. It was just my mom and I. She put all of her dreams and goals and aspirations into me which made me want to make her proud. One thing she taught me without her knowing, was a view about relationships. My mother never had a guy friend visit our house and if she did, I never saw him.

She never talked about the relationship between her and my father. She basically informed me that guys were stupid and that we could use what we have to control them. She was talking about using the Pussy, for control. She had done it for years and I didn’t know until I got old enough to realize we were living a really good life for her to be a single mother. We lived in the suburbs of Chicago in a nice house and I attended a multiracial school in the area. I just never realized how in the hell she paid for it all, until I got old enough to understand.

Now, I’m living my life full swing ahead as I try to build an entire staff here in the neighborhood of Gangnam-gu in Seoul. As I look around the office, I calculate that I need to hire at least 5 people, starting with an assistant. The office furniture is due to arrive this afternoon which gives me time to visit my favorite coffee spot and see my favorite person, Cho Ji-Won.

I met him shortly after I moved here and I got caught in a rainstorm. I ran into his coffee shop dripping wet. He took pity on me and helped a Sista out with a few dry towels for my hair. He spoke English really well which helped with our communication. He had spent time in the U.S. during his younger years so he was well advanced in English. I enjoyed visiting him as he was a sweet person and he was a cutie pie.

“Hey Ji-Won!” I said as I entered the coffee shop.

He was standing at the register talking to his employee. He looked up and smiled.

“Hey Abby. Regular order today?” He asked. I have come here almost every day since our first meeting, so he knows my order.

“Make it a double today please,” I said as I sat down in the back with my head laying on the table.

Shortly after, Ji-Won comes over to the table with the coffee order in hand.

“What’s going on, having a bad day already? It’s early morning,” he placed the drink in front of me.

“I know. It’s not bad. I just have to hire an assistant and about 5 other employees. I wished they had already done this part. I hate interviews,” I sloshed my drink around with the straw.

I took a sip and I was in heaven. Ji-Won always knew how to make me happy. Caramel Macchiato with a double shot of espresso. We clicked instantly and it seemed as though we have known each other for a lifetime. I loved our organic connection we had.

“Well, I’m sure you will do good,” he boasted with encouragement. I looked at him and smiled.

He was so cute to me but I dared not ruin our friendship by having sex with him. However the thought has crossed my mind numerous times, especially about what he would look like naked. Cho Ji-Won was a 30 yr old small business man with no kids or girlfriend and he loves his family.

He loves his simple life and I admire him for that. Ji-Won stood about 175 cm with a nice, slight muscular build. He wasn’t small like most average Korean men, he had a bit of added muscle. His hair was dark brown and wavy as it laid upon his head giving him the cutest ‘mop’ look with curls. He had soothing brown eyes and a gorgeous smile with dimples. I was very surprised that he was still single.

“Why don’t you have someone, Ji-Won?” I asked, looking at him as I took another sip of my drink which was almost gone.

“Ahh Noona, you always ask me that. Why are you so curious about my love life?” He asked, looking at me longingly. I didn’t mind him calling me Noona. We had a connection that wasn’t sexual.

However, we would have moments in which we would gazed quietly at each other and I would be in my head having a fucking conversation that I dared not say out loud. Those moments scared me a bit because it made my heart flutter when they happened.

“I’m curious because I want to set you up with someone. You are a well established man. You have completed your military service. Don’t you want someone to share your life with?” I asked, looking at him and memorizing his face.

“Well, what about you? You are a talented, single woman with no children and you are well established as well. Don’t you want to share your life with someone?” He asked, turning it around on me.

I thought about it. I probably would want someone to share it with, but who is worthy enough to get me off of my high horse? Did I really want to share my life with someone? The thought hadn't really crossed my mind that much.

“Uh, no. I’ll pass,” I uttered instantly. He grinned and shook his head.

“You just haven’t found the right person yet,”

“And who is that right person?”

“I don’t know. Look around. He may be in front of you,” he said, looking at me. I stopped and we exchanged looks.

“Stop playing. I love our friendship and I’m older than you. Besides, I don’t want to ruin what we have,” I said. He looked a little bit disappointed but he popped back up.

“Ah, Noona,” he said giggling. “I’ll just wait for you,” he said, raising up from the chair.

“No, I wouldn’t want you to do that. You should be with a nice, young girl who will treat you nicely," I giggled. “I’m a complete mess. You deserve better,” I said, pulling out my laptop from my messenger bag.

“You’re not a mess. You’re just mending,” he replied as he walked away to greet the customers coming in the door.

He had a way with words. He knew all the right ones to say and he was sincere when he said them, which frightened me the most because I could feel he was being honest.

He was right, I was mending. I had been hurt in my past relationship which left me devastated and unsure of relationships altogether. Moving to Seoul helped a lot because as a foreigner and a possible language barrier; I didn’t have to worry about anyone wanting a relationship immediately, if at all. I was given the opportunity to relocate around the time it was proposed to the board, however filing of the proper paperwork took forever for our company to set up shop in South Korea.

I sat back in the booth, watching Ji-Won from a distance as he smiled and greeted the customers or handed them their order. He was simply adorable. Every once in a while I would see him glance over at me and we would stare at each other until we were interrupted. I would blush each time. I had to focus as I went back to setting up interviews for the next day; I figured the office would be neatly put together after the movers deliver the furniture.

I pulled all of the resumes and applications that were sent to me from the employment agency and confirmed all of the interviews. By the time I realized, it was getting close to the furniture to arrive. My stomach growled as I hadn’t eaten breakfast which was normally the case and it was almost 2 pm in the afternoon.

As I started packing my things, I noticed Ji-Won watching me. He slowed his pace as I gathered my notebook and pens. All of this thinking about Ji-Won has made me a bit horny. I just think I need some dick to satisfy this craving that I cannot have. I discarded my cup in the bin as I walked to the front counter. Ji-Won had finished wiping down the counter as he picked up a bag to meet me by the register.

“Here, eat. I know you haven’t had anything today,” he said, handing me a brown paper bag.

He was so thoughtful. He smiled his unforgiving smile with dimples deep as oceans, which made my heart flutter and want to melt.

Yeah, I need some dick.

“Thank you. You’re so good to me. See I told you need someone,” I said playfully, taking the bag. He blushed and laughed.

“C’mon Noona. Stop, why are you always saying stuff like that,” he said, looking concerned.

“Okay okay. I will. Thank you for the food. I appreciate it and you.” I said, giving him a wink as I grabbed the bag and headed ou the door.