Hana walked fast through the gate. She was late. Her omma must be very hungry now. Damn that idol, why did she wake all night repeating her encounter with him. Cause he is handsome… NO he is not handsome… he is insanely beautiful… it’s inhuman to have face like that, she think herself.
“Off course I knew who is Key. The Almighty Key, that’s the name Taemin told me, right? A snob brat called IDOL… huh… not my type… the truth is… I don’t have a type. I am too busy to have a type” she pushed him aside from her mind.
Her hands felt badly hurt lately. To be honest they’re always felt hurt. Since that accident, she always in pain. But she can’t tell her parents. They already lost a son from that accident. A son who supposed to run the restaurant. A son that learned years to perfect their noodles. A son that her parents had to lose because that drunk driver hit his motorcycle with her behind him.
The memory of that night was crystal clear. Her father decided to sell their restaurant. His health caused him so much pain. He couldn’t prepare noodle as much as the restaurant needed. Without a son, it’s hard for the restaurant to survive. So even it’s so hard for him, he had to decide. She remembered his tired face and the tears that rolled on her mother cheeks. That very time, she knew she hadn’t had any choice rather than stopped her piano training and started to twist the dough.
Twisting the dough and pulling the noodle are physical challenging. That’s why there aren’t many women choose to learn it.
There’s another reason also. One thing that she kept secret to her parents was, beside loosed a brother, she also loosed her change to become a pianist. Her doctor told her that it was impossible to continue her piano training. To be a good pianist, she had to practice hours per day, which prohibited to her. The accident had twisted several muscles as twisted her destiny. Funny thing, her doctor approved her decision to learn how to make noodle. Unlike practicing piano which would worse the injury, the movements on noodle making will strengthen them. So no matter how hard, no matter how pain she had to bear, diligently she made her noodle every day.
However, the muscle had its own limit. Working hard by herself using hands from dawn to night made her hands hurt so bad. "But… I have no time for whining," blocking her mind. “If I think I’m ok, then I’m ok. If I think they don’t hurt, they don’t hurt,” she clenched her teeth.
A lift are open on the end of the alley as she ran as fast as she could. Then…. Bummm… "Arrrrgggghhhh…." Someone hit her and all her noodle spilled to the floor. Great, now her mom had to hunger longer.
“YA! Can’t you see your way?” furiously she yelled. Then… she saw… Key… looked just furious as she did… WAIT… what on earth he had to furious? She was the one who been hit. She was the one whose noodle been spilled. Until she saw…. Some ojingeo buchimgae also rolled on the floor. “That’s not mine” she thought. So this probably…. His?
“You’re the one who hit me” Key answered also in furious. “No! You hit me first. Now you have to replace my noodle” she asked calmly. “How about my buchimgae? My mom is waiting for her breakfast” Key looked upset. “Your buchimgae? Not my problem” and she walked passed Key through the cafeteria. Once again blocked her mind from the pain. "Damn you IDOL SPOILED BRAT..." as she secretly brush a tear, felt a servery pain on her hands .
“Hi… where are you going?” Key tailed her. “Buy some food for my omma. Thanks to you, my mom now has to wait longer” she smirked. Her smirk hit his heart… gosh can a smirk be that cute?
They walk in silent. Pretending so hard to ignore the presence of the other.
“One chicken bokkum to go please” they talk in unison. They looked at each other in disbelief. “One for me” she added quickly. “I want one too” he quickly followed.
Awkwardly, they received their orders and go back to the lift. In the lift together they pushed a same button. “Looked man, stop following me, okay?” she told him angry. “YOU stop following me. I want to go to 3rd floor where my omma is stationed,” Key starred angrily. She turned her face. If his omma worked at 3rd floor that’s mean she will be the person in-charge on taking-care her appa. Great!
Meanwhile, Key kept steeled a look at her. Looking at her beautiful high cheek bones. Long lashes. Full pink lips. Straight little nose. Long legs. Tall and poise posture. Not some skinny whinny modeling type body figure. But small waist with curving hips. And her breast…. Key hardly swollen her saliva… Gosh… there are tautly proud… round and… WHAT THE HELL HE THINK??? In the middle of day, in an elevator, day dreaming bout some chick breast?
Hana slowly turned her face to him and smiled, “like what you looking at?” then walked out of the elevator. The door almost closed before Key can hold it and went out also. Damn … that girl surely a snooty brat… who did she think she is?
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