TOP - Chapter 8 (1/1)

I yawn and stretched my body once I arrived home. Today has been too tiring. Where did my day off gone to? Seriously, I need a break and yet I don’t think anyone understand. Does anybody know how tiring being a stewardess is? I’m sure Kara doesn’t. What makes her think that I’d enjoy the freaking talent show? It’s filled with bunch of kids prancing around on stage with a digitally composed music and auto-tuned voice. I had to leave that place as soon as possible. Staying more than half of his performance was enough to make me sick. I’m not kidding. I feel my stomach tightens, my heart crunches, and my palms sweat. Even my body knows that the arrogant man is bad news. I took a cup and filled it with cold water. With one gulp, I emptied it. I guess standing in the audience watching the arrogant guy and his minion ‘performed’ really exhaust me. I don’t know if it’s the make up, the lighting, or just plainly him, but the way he spoke his words and looking at the crowd, I feel like he’s talking to me. What was the lyric to his rap again? From your style to your smile, every part of you is good? Ew. Whoever wrote that must be high. It is filled with cheesiness I couldn’t even hear it anymore. I jump onto my bed without changing my clothes. I’m tired. Too tired. I was elbowed, stepped on and screamed at by their fans and I am really close at throwing a grenade onto the stage just to see the dreams in the fans’ faces die with their idol. Yeah, I’m that tired. Faintly, I hear my phone rings. I force my aching body to search for my phone that is buried deep inside my bag. I pick it up, and see an unknown number is calling me. “Yeobuseyo?” I anwer. Silence is on the other end. “Yeobuseyo?” I swear if the other line doesn’t say anything, I’m going to hang up. “Yeobuseyo” A low disgruntled voice is on the other line. “Who is this?” My alarm bell is ringing. This voice is familiar. It can’t be. “The guy that sings his ad libs too loud” He answers weakly. Fuck. Why is he calling me?! I quickly look at the time. It’s 12 at night! Oh God, don’t tell me Kara told him about me bailing out before their performance ended! Oh crap! … Wait a minute, even if Kara told him, it doesn’t justify his call. I can say whatever I want about his performance. I am one of the public, and public can give their damn opinion! “Oh” I can only say. “Yeah, Oh” He mimics. “What’s up?” I lay my body back onto the bed. “Nothing” He answers. “Then why are you calling me?” “I don’t know” I groan. Can this man be anymore annoying? It’s only been a few days and he’s already climbing up to the top of my hit list. If this goes on any further, I might have to hire a snapper or buy a rifles myself and watch his head blows up. “Alright then. I’m hanging up” I place my thumb on the red button. “NO! DON’T!” He screams. Huh? What’s with the anxiousness? “Don’t…” He begs softer. “What do you want?” I thought I’m supposed to delete his number? Then why is he calling me? This man is weird beyond belief. “I told you. I don’t know” He answers again. His voice is soft and weak and somehow I feel sorry for the man. “Then what do you want from me?” I tone down my tone. Maybe he is having a bad day and needed an unknown person to pour his problem to because he can’t pour it down to his close friends in fear that they might think of him differently. Gah. I read too much dramatic novels. “Just stay on the line” He whisper almost as a pray. I stay silent, not knowing what to say. I stare at the ceiling with my phone stick onto the side of my face. I can hear his even breathing but nothing else. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. We both stay quiet, enjoying the tranquility. After a few minutes, he finally speaks. “Was my ad libs that bad?” I snort, “It was horrendous” “Why?” “You kept on saying ‘yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah’. What the fuck was that?” I complain. He chuckles softly, “That’s hip-hop, you moron” “Well then, hip hop is stupid” He gasps, “You did not just say that” “Damn right I did” He snorts, “Meet me tomorrow at Hapjeong-dong, Mapo-gu. I’ll text you the address.” “Huh? No. I don’t want to” “You have to” He insists. “Why?” “I’ll show you what hip hop is” I scoff, “No need, one performance was enough to blow my eardrums” “I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re going” He sternly says. “I’m not going. Besides, I got work tomorrow” I flip open my daily planner. Yep, fully booked for the next five days. “Skip. Tell them you’re sick” He stubbornly says. “I’m sorry, your majesty. But the people need me” I roll my eyes. I know he couldn’t see me but it feels right to roll my eyes at him now. “Where are you going?” “None your business” I quickly answer. Why is my heart racing all of a sudden? “I might be taking your flight” He says and it hitches my heart rate further. No way! I don’t want to see him! I hate him! Why would I want to see him?! I do want to see him! Wait, what? “What the hell are you talking about?!” He chuckles again, “I don’t know. It’s the wine talking. All right then, I’m sleepy. See you tomorrow. 2 PM at YG building. Don’t be late” “YA I told you I have---” He hangs up the phone. ***

I pull my small suitcase along the busy domestic terminal. I am no longer SeoHee. Now, I am Korean Air stewardess. My hair is tightly shaped into a bun and my clothing is proper and prim. In the check in counter, I can see my colleagues are already checking in. I walk towards them and pull out my ID badge to the check in counter attendant. I smile, acknowledging my colleagues. “You look radiant” HyunNee comments as she examines me. “A lot of sleep” I answer nonchalantly. “Oh there is no way in hell that sparkle in your eyes is from sleep” She wags her finger in front of me. I groan, “What do you want me to say?” “Sparks in the eyes usually scream ‘I JUST HAD SEX’!” She yells, making people stop and stare judgingly at her. The rest of the girls are snickering. “I can assure you, I did not have sex during the break” I pick up my tag back from the counter and about to head towards the bag screening area. I can feel the rest of the girls trailing behind me. “Who was it? Was it one of the pilots?? You know HyunJoong-ssi has had hots for you since ages!” MoonHee begins to gossip. “Hyunjoong-ssi does not have hots for me, Moonhee. You had sex with him last month, remember?” I turn towards her, making her giggle. “Hey, I don’t shag and hold. I share. If you want, you can have him. I’m done with him” She put her bag on the screening table. “Ugh. No thank you” The image of her sexing one of the pilots is disturbing. “He was good” She winks before she walks through the security gate. I always get mad whenever I hear people degrading stewardesses. People say we’re easy, we’re cheap and pilots tend to use us for sex. But knowing that most of the girls are like Moonhee, humping everything at sight, people have their justification. I hated it whenever pilots invited us to their rooms during overseas trip. I know it only meant one thing: Sex. I am taking off my watch when I had a glimpse of the time. It’s 3.30 PM. Last night’s conversation suddenly flashes through my head again. He wanted me to come to YG building at 2? He must be drunk. There is no way in hell was he serious. I place my phone onto the tray and notice that it is off. Ah… I must’ve forgotten to charge it when I dozed off last night. I didn’t even get to change clothes nor did I get a chance to scold Kara. I was so tired that a few minutes after the phone call ended, I was off to dream land. I wait for HyunHee to pass through the security gate when I hear someone screaming my name frantically. “SEOHEE!!!” I turn by the mention of my name and frozen on the spot. I see a tall man wearing sunglasses, a hat and a facemask rummaging through the terminal, checking every stewardess faces. Everyone is looking at him like he’s some kind of a mental patient running off from the hospital. He finally stops when his eyes caught mine. “Who’s that?” I hear one of the girls murmur. “Is he calling your name?” One of them nudges me. He strides towards me. His eyes are filled with anger and annoyance. I can vision his lips is in a thin line, holding his temper. He marches towards me, stomping his feet, not giving any damn about the stares he’s receiving. Once he is in front of me, he stops. He towers in front of me, eyes filled with anger and fury. “You promised” He hiss. “I…I… I didn’t” I stammer. I can sense curious stares from everyone around us. “You didn’t come” His voice is lower than usual, deadly. “I told you I have work” I put my head high. He growls. “Um… Seohee-ya. We have people lining up here. You should settle your argument with your boyfriend on the side” SeeHyo pokes my arm. He huffs his anger and immediately grabs my wrist to pull me to the side, away from the public. As he drags me, I can sense the stares coming from my colleagues. Argh! They sure will gossip about this later! I will kill you soon, TOP from BigBang!! “It hurts!” I slap his hand off me the moment we are out of earshot from everyone. “Why are you always undermining me?!” His eyes are angry. “I’m not!” I retort. “You are! Who do you think you are, huh?! Some kind of model or something?! You’re a goddamn stewardess, for God’s sake!” He punches the wall. I squirm slightly but quickly gain back my confidence. I can’t lose to this man. “So why are you here? Huh? Yes I am lowly stewardess. But why are you even bother?!” He stuns for a second, surprise my by reply. “I… I…” “You’re the weird one. If you don’t like being undermined by a lowly stewardess then you shouldn’t have come to the airport!” I turn on my heels, prepare to leave but his hand quickly captures my wrist, turning me back again. “Do you even know who I am and what I’m capable of?!” He whispers darkly. “You’re TOP from BigBang, one of the idol group that Korea is so proud about.” I answer, looking straight into his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s an honor that THE TOP from BigBang is now at the airport just to fetch you?!” He snarls. “Not really. Firstly, I never asked to be fetched and secondly, I don’t give a damn about you” His eyes widen and his breathing stops for a second. His eyes are blaring that I can picture lasers coming out of it. Maybe if I tick him off further, he might breath out fire. We stare at each other for what seems like ages until he finally give in and lower his gaze. Yes! I win! “I really don’t get you” He mutters in desperation and ruffling his hair. “What not to get? I really am not into you. It’s that simple” I sternly point out and stride pass him.

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