SUHO: Chapter 3 (1/1)

I try to process everything as I lay in bed. So Mr. Kim is a lover I had. Otherwise he wouldn’t say those things to me...or do those things to me. I feel my cheeks grow warm. How did I even end up dating such a man out of my league? I mean he’s rich, smart, not to mention extremely handsome, and just too...perfect. And I’m just me. Now that I think about it, we’re pretty far apart in age too. From what I know, he’s seven years older than me and I don’t recall ever wanting a boyfriend more than two years apart. Why can’t I remember anything? I groan as I pull my hair in frustration. My phone starts to ring, and I get up to see who it is. My Bible “Hello?” I pick up. “(y/n)! I’m so sorry I couldn’t call you back. It’s been so busy here,” she tells me. “That’s okay, I understand,” I smile. “What’s up? How was work? Is everything okay? Why’d you call?” she pours questions onto me and I have to cut her off. “Whoa there, one at a time please,” I laugh. I hear her take a deep breath as she says, “Okay okay.” “Well I’m not going to lie. Work is hard,” I start off, debating whether or not I should ask her about Mr. Kim. I’m almost certain she knows something about him. Or knows him directly. But something within me tells me I need to figure this out on my own. I know I was planning to ask her all about it, but I just feel like I need to remember him myself. “Yeah, I bet. Is your boss treating you okay?” her voice is so cautious that it’s clear she knows who Mr. Kim is and his relation to me. “He’s not so bad,” I say and wait for her to respond. “Nothing’s wrong, right?” she asks firmly and before I can answer, she continues in a quiet voice, “If he does anything to hurt you, you better tell me. I’m going to kill him.” “I promise nothing’s wrong, Sung Kyung,” I laugh a little, glad that she’s my friend. “And I’ll for sure tell you if he does anything bad.” “Good girl,” she coos and I laugh even more. Honestly, she’s the only one who can make me laugh this much. She’s practically my second mom.  “Well thanks for calling. You should go back to work or rest up. I don’t want to keep you occupied for long,” I tell her after a moment. She sighs and replies, “Okay, well I’ll call you again soon!”   I decide to go to bed early and turn off the lights as I climb into bed. It was a long day.  “Hey miss, are you alright?” a voice echoes in my ears. I look up after finding myself on the ground and see a blurred figure. It’s obviously a man. I see that he has dark hair and pale skin. I squint to see his face. “Promise me you’re not going to do it,” I hear myself say. What? Is this a dream?  “Look, it’s not for you to decide what I do,” the man replies and starts to turn away. “No!” I grab his leg, as I’m still on the floor. I feel tears streaming down my face and the man bends down. He takes my hands into his and I’m struggling to see his face. I can’t. “Miss, let me go please,” he pleads and I sense a smile in his voice. But there’s also sorrow. I shake my head. “No. You can’t die like this. There’s so much more to life. I don’t know why you want to kill yourself, but please don’t. Please,” by this point, I’m sobbing.  “How do you know I haven’t lived life to the fullest?” the man places a hand on my head. “You’re too young to have done so,” I shout back and the man chuckles. His hand starts to shake and this time I grab it. “Sir, give me a chance to prove it to you. I’ll show you every day that it doesn’t have to be this way,” I squeeze his hand.  “Look, miss. I don’t think anything you can do can change my mind,” he says before adding, “It wasn’t easy coming here in the first place.” “No please,” I beg, “Just give me a chance. I won’t stop you the second time you feel like making this decision.” “Okay,” I hear the man say in a quiet voice after a moment. He then stands up, pulling me up with him. “You better keep your word.”   I get to my office and all morning that dream I had replays in my head. Something is clearly coming back to me. After all these years, why now? My memory seemed lost for eternity, as extreme as that sounds. But I guess not. Is it because of Mr. Kim?  “Mr. Kim?” I knock on his door. I expect to hear him respond, but there’s only silence. I open the door carefully. I peek into the room and don’t find him at his seat. Is he not here yet? I check the time and it’s already past 8:00 am. He’s usually here earlier than me. As I’m about to leave, I hear a rustle near the couch in the office. Hm?  I slowly tip toe towards the couch and find Mr. Kim laying on his side, fast asleep. His jacket and some papers lie on the ground. I gather the papers and set them on the table. Why does he have so many pictures of cars and license plates? Is he looking for a car he lost?  I kneel in front of him and wave my hand in his face to check if he’s really asleep. He doesn’t move, although his breathing is steady. He must’ve worked all night. A part of me feels bad for him. I pick up his jacket and decide to put it over his shoulders. As I do, I take in his thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and full lips. My eyes stop at his lips. Why do I feel my face growing warm? Snap out of it, (y/n). I shake my head and as I do, I see Mr. Kim’s eyes starting to flutter.    Before I know it, his eyes are open and are staring into mine.  “G-good morning,” I stammer. I begin to get up, but a hand grabs mine. “Where are you going, baby?” Mr. Kim says in a slightly hoarse voice. His hand is warm on mine and I force myself to keep calm. “I just wanted to check in on you. I’ll be in my office,” I say rapidly. I try to leave, but Mr. Kim doesn’t let go of my hand. “Did you eat breakfast?” he asks.  “I did,” I answer, remembering the piece of toast I grabbed today.  “Oh good. If you didn’t have any, I would’ve taken you out for some,” he yawns and gets up. He lets go of my hand to put on his jacket and as he does, his knit sweater stretches, giving me a flash of his abs and biceps. Oh no… why is he so well built too? When does he have time to even work out...oh what am I saying. I feel my cheeks grow hot and I look away. You’re such a pervert, (y/n). As he sits back down, I grab my face and try to calm my racing heart down. What’s wrong with me?    “What’s the matter, baby?” Mr. Kim takes my hands from my face and looks up at me from his seat. He gives me a concerned look and asks, “Are you sick?” “No sir, I’m just…” I can’t even finish my sentence. I look at Mr. Kim and his dark brown eyes take me in. I turn my gaze to the ground.  “Let me check,” he says as he gets up. He then puts a hand on my forehead for a moment. “Well you don’t have a fever. But why is your face so red?” he gives me that concerned look again. It’s because of you, I want to shout. “Just in case drink lots of water and take a pill or two,” he says as he pulls back and heads over to his desk. He gives me a slight smile as he says, “You never know when you’re sick. And you don’t understand how worried I get because of that.”  “I’m not sick.” “Well let me check, baby. You never know when you’re sick.”  I blink. Another flashback. What is this? Are the memories coming back because of what Mr. Kim says? Everytime he says or does something...I keep getting them. I don’t get it. Is it really my memories...or is it some dream I’m reminiscing about? “I will,” I give Mr. Kim a smile and turn around to leave the room. He smiles back before turning his computer on and I find myself sitting at my own desk, wondering about these constant flashbacks I’m getting.  ***      I wait as the coffee machine starts up. I’ve never been in one of these lounging rooms, but now I can’t help but think I should come here more often. The comfortable red couches, enormous fridge, and fancy coffee machines come into view. There’s even soda and ice-cream dispensers. I sigh, wishing this place could be my office instead.       “Ms. (y/n)?” someone calls me.     “Mr. Byun,” I say as soon as I see who it is. Oh that’s right. This lounging room is on the seventh floor. And that’s where Mr. Byun works. He grins at me and asks me if I’m making coffee.     “Yes, would you like a cup too?” I offer as I grab a mug for myself.      “Is there enough for me to have?” he flips his lengthy hair as he plays with his black turtleneck. He then eyes the coffee machine and soon nods. “Yeah, I think there’s enough. I’ll take a cup.”  We take a seat in the far back of the lounging room, where there’s a table and a couple of chairs. “How’s your day so far?” I say to break the silence. He looks at me and laughs, “Whoa, are you starting a conversation? It’s usually me who has to do that.” “Just answer my question,” I roll my eyes and take a sip. It’s true, though. I usually never start conversations. But something about Mr. Byun makes me feel comfortable around him. I mean, I know I thought he was a creep the first day, but he’s not so bad. He’s kind. And cute. Just a little too sanguine for my taste, that’s all.    “Well since you asked, I guess I’ll say it’s been pretty hectic. Mr. Kim’s been giving me more work than usual,” he says. He shrugs as he takes a sip from his cup.  “More work than usual?” I repeat. “Yeah, it’s like he’s mad at me or something,” he says as he tilts his head.  “I don’t think Mr. Kim would be the type to give you more work just because he’s mad at--” I start to say until his voice plays in my head. But who said you can flirt with Byun Baekhyun? Oh no. Don’t tell me he would do something as petty as getting back at Mr. Byun for just smiling at me. But half of me says Mr. Kim would definitely do something as petty as that.       “See? There is something, isn’t there?” he says as he points at me. I bite my lip and weakly smile before shrugging. Mr. Byun eyes me suspiciously before grinning again. I take a sip of my coffee as Mr. Byun asks, “What about you? How’s work so far?”     “It’s not as bad as it probably could be,” I say.      “What does that mean?” he laughs.     “Well I guess it just means that everything that happens here is what I’ve expected. The work, the people, the schedule, everything,” I shrug, hiding everything that happened with Mr. Kim. It’s not necessarily something I want to share.        “That’s good. Yeah, I see what you’re saying,” Mr. Byun nods as he listens. But there’s a slight smile on his mouth.      “Wait why are you smiling like that?” I narrow my eyes at him. He looks at me with an innocent face and shakes his head saying, “What do you mean? I usually just smile for no reason.” And he grins at me to prove it.      “Fine,” I end up saying skeptically. I take another sip.     “I’m serious,” Mr. Byun exclaims as we waves his palms at me and I can’t help but laugh. His eyes grow wide.     “So you can laugh, after all,” he says. I look at him funny.     “Of course I can.”      “Okay, well I’ve never seen you give me more than a smile so…” he shrugs as he continues drinking his coffee. He then carefully adds, “I thought you didn’t even have emotions at first.”     “What?” I stare at him and he laughs. I didn’t know I was that expressionless. I glare at him saying, “I just don’t express my feelings easily. That doesn’t mean I don’t ever laugh. In fact, when I’m comfortable around someone, I laugh often.”     “Uh huh,” he says, looking rather unconvinced.      “You look like you don’t believe me.”             “No I believe you,” Mr. Byun nods a bit. His eyes move from side to side like he’s trying to hide his lie before he bursts out into laughter.      “Okay you know what? You don’t have to believe me if you don’t want to. I’ll just keep being emotionless to you,” I say as I start to get up.     “No, I’m kidding,” he says as he grabs my arm and pulls me back down into my seat. He smiles at me and continues, “I’m just glad that I got to see you laugh. That means I’m pretty comfortable to be around, right?”     “I guess,” I say after a slight pause.     “So does that mean you never even smile around Mr. Kim? I mean, you two have to stick together pretty much the whole day,” he picks up his cup.      “...yeah.” He’s right. I don’t think I’ve ever even given Mr. Kim more than a smile since I got here. I mean, I probably did back then...before I lost my memory...when I loved him back. But now, all I do is is get red-faced in front of him. Wait a minute. I wonder why he wasn’t there when my accident happened. If he was my lover, shouldn’t he have been there with me, alongside Sung Kyung? I’m so confused.     “Well I’m sure the time will come,” Mr. Byun grins and looks at the time. “Oh, it’s almost the end of lunch time. We should go. Here, give me your cup and I’ll wash it since you made the coffee.” “Thank you,” I hand him the cup and we get up. After the two of us wish each other a good day, I leave the lounging room. As I get to the elevators, my phone rings. I look to see that it’s an unknown number.  “Hello?” I pick up. “Where are you?” a male’s voice reaches my ears and it takes a moment for me to register it’s Mr. Kim. “Mr. Kim?”  “Don’t tell me you don’t have my number saved,” he says. “I, uh, didn’t know you had a phone,” I respond. Darn it, (y/n). Of course he has a phone. He’s a chairman. But at the same time, he’s never called me before.  “I don’t usually use it, but I think I have to now,” his voice gets deeper, “That way I can hear my baby’s voice when she’s not around.” “Uh…” I don’t know what to say but my face gets hot. Again. I step into the elevator that just arrived. “So where are you?” he chuckles a bit and repeats his question. “I’ll be at the office in about three minutes,” I answer as I press the tenth floor button in the elevator. After we hang up, I speed down the hall and open the door of my office. As I try to catch my breath, I find myself looking into the eyes of Mr. Kim, who’s standing by my desk with his arms crossed.  “Where’d you go?” he asks. He lifts an eyebrow as he waits for my answer. “I’m not late; there’s still two minutes left of lunch,” I point at the clock on the wall, not answering his question. Mr. Kim doesn’t say anything and walks towards me. “Did you eat lunch?” he looks at me. “Yes,” I nod. I mean I hope coffee counts as lunch. “Alone?” “No,” I blindly answer and Mr. Kim unfolds his arms.  “Who’d you eat with?” he eyes me. “Um, a friend,” I say, looking away. I’m scared he’s going to do something to Mr. Byun if I tell him I was with him. “Byun Baekhyun?” he asks and I flinch. Is he a psychic? “...” I don’t know how to respond and Mr. Kim sighs at my silence. He runs his hand through his hair and mutters under his breath, “That Byun Baekhyun again?” “I didn’t plan to meet him; I just met him in the lounging room,” I say, alarmed he’s going to load Mr. Byun with more work. “Lounging room? You were there the whole time?” Mr. Kim asks and I nod. He then shakes his head and grumbles, “I’m going to build one right here.” “Sir?” I question. “I was looking for you so that we could eat together,” he begins to pout. He looks at me and continues, “And since you were gone ‘eating with a friend,’ I was going to treat you to dinner.” He emphasizes friend. “But it turns out I have an appointment this afternoon and I won’t be back until late at night. So why don’t you head on home now?” “Appointment? I didn’t see that on your schedule…” I reach for the schedule. “No, it’s personal,” Mr. Kim smiles as he places a hand on my stretched arm. Personal? I decide not to question and nod. I guess I’m going home early again. I start to pack my bag and see Mr. Kim watching me from the corner of my eye. This is so nerve-wrecking; why is he staring at me? After I’m done, I turn to say goodbye, but Mr. Kim calls me. I look at him with bunny eyes, confused.   “I won’t even ask for a kiss, but can I ask for a hug?” he raises his eyebrows and spreads out his arms.   “...” I slowly walk towards him after a moment and awkwardly place my arms on his back. As I’m about to let go, he wraps his arms around me and keep me in place. He smells like lemongrass. Wait, lemongrass? Why does that seem familiar? Then placing his head on my shoulder, he murmurs in a low voice, “See you tomorrow.” He lets go of me after that and waves as he opens the door to his office. Once he enters his office, I quickly run out. I think I blushed a hundred times today.  *** Author's Notes:Is everyone following this nonsense I have written? XDDDNo but for real, I hope everything in this story makes sense so far... I honestly don't know what I'm doing and I'm so sorry for this lack of quality you guys have to deal with...oof XDDAnd I'm going to apologize beforehand for the increasing amounts of cheese that's coming our way; we still have lots to solve for the (y/n)-Junmyeon couple:)With that being said, I just want you to know that this story is much more massive [in length] than any of the stories so far... So I hope you don't mind being Junmyeon's 'baby' for a little while longer.Thank you so much for reading; I really cannot thank you enough!!!See you soon <3