The clock striked 12 that night and I couldn’t sleep. I was checking my phone by and by to get a call or a text from the “Unknown” number.
‘were they in the hotel?’ ‘would’ve he board the flight?’ ‘shall I text him?’ ‘was it good to call him? No….NO I should not’
My mind was wavering without a clue.
Dynanana yeah…..Light it up like Dynamite……………
I opened my eyes in response to the alarm. It was six thirty, when I realized I dozed off thinking. Checking my phone, I found 36 messages in the Inbox, not one belonging to my new boyfriend (and first boyfriend too!!)
I made myself ready and reached my Office. I checked my phone for the two hundred and sixty seventh time since the morning before starting my work. All I saw was few good mornings (only in army’s chatroom), Bighit youtube notification, new story update of my friend’s in wattpad and a personal wish from my beloved calendar for the beginning of valentine’s week –
‘Happy Rose Day! Enjoy this valentine week with the person who stole your heart!’
“Oh, is it valentine’s week?” I got surprised “Nevermind. It’s going to be the same anyway. My heart is in Korea and it’s not reachable right now”
“Ma’am, you’ve got a parcel” one of the working staff’s handed me a big puffed white cover.
“For Me? Who gave it?” I asked him.
“I don’t know Ma’am. It was on the table in the reception office with your name on it”
“Oh…Thank You” I greeted him with a smile.
I opened the cover and found a bunch of purple tulips with a note.
‘I know you love tulips more than roses. Is it mandatory to follow the world? Let’s celebrate what we love. Happy Tulip day!’
Smile bloomed on my face without my knowledge. I knew who it was.
I picked my phone and texted him.
*Annyeong Oppa
Where are you?*
“Look’s like someone is excited, today?” Bianca entered the room.
“Hey…Good Morning!”
“Good Morning, Y/N !! What’s this? Tulips? Looking so pretty! Who sent this?”
“Umm….It’s….It’s from my friend, for….to appreciate our contribution in the assembly”
“That’s so sweet of your friend”
And the day went so busier than ever as I didn’t get a moment to check my messages. I went home exhausted, placed those flowers on the desk and fell on the sofa. I took out my phone with anticipation.
‘Annyeong!’
‘In Korea. We reached here by afternoon’
That’s it. He didn’t even send a wish. He’s in Korea? Who brought the flowers then? God… I can’t understand him…! It was seven in London so it would be four the next day in Korea. I decided not to send any text.
Finishing my dinner, I surfed the internet to find a Korean class in London to improve my Korean skills. Improve? I don’t know anything other than Annyeonghaseyo, Gamsahamnida, Bultauraune and Lachimolala!!
Mission Learn Korean- On!
I came across a tution close to my apartment, satisfied with the timings, I paid for the classes priorly. The classes started the following week, I was eager and excited making up my mind to learn Korean intensely.
The tutor was a Korean himself, Mr. Hwan, about forty years old. Only ten to fifteen students were present in the class. He was friendly when the classes started. Time went by….he started acting more friendly with me, which I totally hated.
He came closer to me, touched my hand and said “You should not write the letter like this, Ms. Curve it better” I pulled off the hand with a disgusted face.
“Ok sir. I got it. Thank you” I turned my face away.
He approached me again and again, gave me more attention than others, tried to touch me in every possible chance. The world is not a nicer place, people are poisonous. It’s my first time experience such things, which created a sort of fear within me. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I went straight to him when the students left,
“Excuse me, sir! As my schedule is getting tight soon, I might not be able to attend the classes. Wish you could pay back the money”
“What!? Are you serious Miss? Why? That won’t happen”
“Why not?”
“You want to learn Korean for your boyfriend, right? Then you should cope up with me to learn well”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He placed his phone on the table.
A picture of Suga coming out of my Home. I was dumbfound.
“You want the world to talk about this? Y/N, you know what I mean? A sweet girlfriend won’t wish her love to be exposed and spoiled like this”
I tried to grab the phone but I missed.
“Hmm..Hm….Don’t act smart! I’ve copies of it. Dispatch!! Ever heard the name? Did you imagine the impact of one Dispatch news? I’m a member of Dispatch too”
“What you think….will never happen! You bastard! Fuck off!!”
“You will come tomorrow. You must! Save yourself and Save your boyfriend!"
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