Wild Thoughts

“No, no, no, no!” Baram screamed for the millionth time.

I tried to do the impossible task the old man set me. But it was useless.

“You stupid girl!” my boss roared, waving his hands at the camera man to stop taking pictures.

Oh shit, I thought. I’m done for now.

He came over to where I was standing, his plump figure hurrying to me. “How many times do I have to tell you to smile when you near the walkway?!” he exclaimed. “Most of the time you’re wincing!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but these heels are killing me,” I whined, rubbing at my feet.

Baram glared at me. “I am sick of your attitude, Sora.” He rubbed at his forehead, looking over to the runner boy. “Go get number two!” he called to him.

Baram looked to me. “Leave, girl.”

“Sir, it hasn’t even been three hours-”

“I said LEAVE THIS PLACE!”

“Alright, alright,” I sighed, picking up my bag from a nearby chair. “Calm your man-tits-”

“SECURITY-”

“I’M LEAVING,” I shouted, clicking my tongue as I started to leave the room. Before though, I took off the red stilettos and threw them towards my boss’s direction.

Unfortunately it didn’t whack him off this earth, but they did rip through the wallpaper for the photoshoot. I wasn’t too disappointed, as it portrayed a fishing lake.

I know. Despicable.

I put on my sneakers by the door and left the room, and soon the shit hole I was working in for the past three months.

Relief rushed within me, feeling a sense of freedom. I hated that third class agency and it’s lack of worker’s rights. Treated us models like absolute shit.

But that’s what modelling is all about. Working to the bone, flashing in front of the cameras and then having your face photoshopped afterwards to hit the shops.

I let out a deep sigh as I proceeded through the streets of Seoul. The city was extremely lively at this time of the day, with huge crowds of people going on with their routines, lines of cars spread far from my line of sight, the sound of horns beeping and people screeching.

I took out my phone, and called my sister, pressing the phone to my ear. She instantly picked up.

“Sora?” her voice, soft and sweet, sounded in my ears. “What’s up?”

“Guess what, Somi?” I asked her, a strange giddiness in my voice.

“Oh, I sense that tone, sister,” she said, already preparing herself to give me a lecture. “Baram gave you the sack?”

“Well, not yet, but soon enough.”

“You shouldn’t be so happy about that,” Somi scolded me. “You only have enough won to feed yourself, how are you going to pay this month’s rent?”

“I’ll figure something out,” I assured her. “Anyway, what time will you be free?

“I’m waiting for the kids to come in the car,” Somi answered. “It’s nearly end of school. Why?”

“Oh never mind then, I was hoping we’d grab a coffee.”

“I can come in twenty minutes-”

“No seriously, don’t rush yourself,” I said. “And before you say anything, I do have money to buy myself some casual beverage.”

“That’s good,” Somi said. “But please, don’t be afraid to ask, okay? I’m your sister, and it’s my responsibility to look after you.”

“Jeez, sis, I’m 23. I’m old enough to take care of myself,” I muttered. “But I appreciate the thought.” I slowed my pace as I neared a cafe. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Of course. Take care, Sora.”

“You too, sis,” I said, and ended the call. I entered Seokjin’s Cafe, bell ringing over the door, and was greeted by the manager, my good friend Kim Seokjin.

“Sora!” Jin called to me, bracing his hands on the counter. “It’s great to see you, but have you been fired again?”

“Soon to be, old man,” I corrected. “Though he nearly tasted the heels of my shoes.”

“Damn,” Jin snorted. He pointed to the coffee machine. “The usual?”

“Yep.”

“Coming right up,” he announced, turning to make me my order.

I went forward the cafe, a cozy place with cream coloured walls and mahogany tables and chairs. Fresh flowers centred each tables, giving out a lush scent.

I sat down on my table, a window at my left. I fingered the rose petals as I waited for Jin to make my coffee.

I looked around the room, seeing a few couples drinking and chuckling with each other, an old woman slurping at her tea.

I felt someone’s stare but ignored it when Jin came over to my table and handed me my coffee. “Black coffee, no sugar,” Jin declared.

I thanked him, sipping it, and contained a moan that nearly slipped out of me. It was fucking delicious.

I felt the same feeling again, and looked around the room to see who was staring at me.

My eyes fell upon a stranger, and I nearly choked on my coffee.

He was outright staring at me, but I couldn’t help but stare right back.

He wore a black face mask, but his hair was a mess of dark blond curls. He wore a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, black boots tapping against the floor.

The most enchanting feature was his eyes. Those eyes, dark and hypnotising, had captured me for a good few minutes.

I was struck dumb. God above, who is this man?

Suddenly realising that staring is actually considered rude, I quickly broke the intense gaze, instead looking out of the window, exposing the skyline of the city.

I took a sip of my coffee, savouring the bitter taste. I dared another glance at the handsome stranger.

He was still looking at me.

His eyes were widened slightly. I casually looked at myself to see if I had any stains on myself. Do I look that awful?

I went back to admiring the view of the window, when I heard footsteps nearing me. I looked straight to find the same stranger taking a seat in front of me.

I was about to choke again. I knew that beneath that mask, he’s going to be the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I was tempted, but contained my rude desire.

Instead I said, “Excuse me?”

He didn’t say anything. Only his eyes on me.

Okay, this may be getting a little bit weird. “Uh, sir, may I help you?”

The man suddenly perked up. “I’m really sorry, but I couldn’t help staring at you.”

His voice. His low, sultry voice is familiar. I mentally shook my head. “Um, is there something on my face?”

The man chuckled slightly. “Oh, not at all,” he purred. He then rested his face in his hand. “I’ve...” He stopped himself, then tried again. “Have you ever considered being a model?”

“Well, I actually am one, but it’s a struggle, to be honest.”

“I see,” he only said. The man reached inside his pocket and took out a pen and paper. He scribbled something onto it, then held it out to me. “If you ever need a job.”

I looked at the note intently before taking it. He then took out some won notes and set it on the table. “The coffee’s on me,” he declared, and walked past me, exiting the cafe.

I turned my head round, watching him go. He stopped at the entrance and looked over his shoulder.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he said as he gripped the handle of the door.

“That’s because I didn’t share it.”

A light chuckle sounded from him. “Good point.”

I thought for a moment before answering. “Yoon Sora.”

"Yoon Sora,” he repeated. His voice made my name sound like a song. “I hope to see you again.”

He didn’t wait for his answer, exiting the cafe.

I was dumbfounded. What on earth was that? WHO on earth is that?

I looked down at the note he gave me. On it was written a number and an address.

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