In all my memories, you are remembered as the most cherished existence.
Yet, in my single-most painful memory, it is you that I remember once again.
β£ β¦ β’
KIM HYUNA / ππ π ππ
Kim Hyuna had never been a sentimental person.
She always regarded herself as rational and cool-headed, someone capable of making logical decisions with proper reasoning. Never before influenced by her emotions, she knew she was a realistic, superior human being, compared to her simple-minded and foolish peers.
And yet, this same reasonable person found herself in the current situation, driven by the same emotions she swore could not influence her.
Ashamed and a bit mortified, she gripped an empty glass in her shaking hand β the same glass of water that she had emptied on the man in front of her.
Hyuna's face contorted into an angry expression; her eyes flamed with unknown intensity. She could not see the expression of the man, since his (now) wet hair covered his eyes and face. But she could imagine it. He must be angry from his clenched jaw.
They both stood silent, unmoving. Waiting.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hyuna noticed the commotion around them.
Her school classmates β from almost a decade ago β were probably staring at her and the man, shocked and itching to gossip about this juicy incident. Some had already taken out their phones, volunteering to catch evidence for hungry and curious eyes.
She couldn't care less.
"You bastard," She whispered softly, her voice filled with tremors, "Don't ever appear before me again."
With a quick motion, that seemed almost easy yet took much effort, Hyuna placed the empty cup on a table, grabbed her handbag, and exited the venue of her High School's ten-year reunion.
Her eyes filled with tears as soon as she was away, and she struggled to maintain her expression. She quickly walked on the empty street toward her car, yearning to get home and crawl under the covers of her warm bed.
She needed warmth now. She was cold beyond compare. All because of...
"Moon Seojun," Hyuna quietly called the man's name, and with each step she took, she cursed him under her breath, "You... cruel... bastard."
She felt foolish. Before coming here, Hyuna had longed to meet that person. Yet, now that she had, she could not regret it more.
β β‘One Week Agoβ¦ β
The sound of a phone notification broke the grave atmosphere.
Inside the conference hall, where almost twenty big-name business personalities had gathered to sign a multi-billion dollar deal, the tiny noise had broken their concentration and solemnity. Confused, a slight commotion stirred amongst them.
"Who...?"
"What β how could you not switch your phone off?"
"This impertinence!"
The men looked around to see whose phone disturbed them, whilst they made the biggest decision of their careers β possibly, their lives.
Suddenly, a sigh left the lips of a noticeably attractive woman. She sat at the head of the conference table β the most important seat at the table given to the most important person. With a light wave, she quieted the people and flipped open her own phone.
[River High School Reunion Information! ... Β«click to view full messageΒ»]
From the first part of the text, she could immediately tell what the content was going to be about. Now that she thought of it, hadn't it been almost 10 years since graduation?
"Haha, fuck, so it was already this time?" Her slightly shocked, silky voice filled the silent room.
A fickle memory of a certain boy flashed between her eyes, before she shook it away.
'Focus,' Hyuna told her herself, before turning to her secretary and saying, "Ms. Soo, it seems you are about to have some extra work. I have a school reunion coming up."
From behind her, her secretary Ms. Soo came forward.
"Yes, ma'am," Ms. Soo replied obediently, tapping on her tablet.
Meanwhile, the businessmen who already knew of the woman's rather 'unique' personality sighed inwardly, while the others β who presumably didn't know her β stared flabbergasted, as she cursed aloud inside the conference hall.
They stared at the woman who nonchalantly smiled, with both curiosity and confusion.
She was wearing a tight formal dress with puffed sleeves, that reached till her thighs, and long pointed heels. Her makeup was immaculate and her long dark hair straightened and beautiful. With her already tall stature and perfectly proportioned appearance, she seemed more like a model than a businesswoman.
Her name was Kim Hyuna, and she was the founder of Titanium Couture, the most luxurious fashion brand in South Korea for two years standing.
One tends to have certain expectations from a woman in the Fashion industry, and many of the men who were here to sign a deal with her had their own fantasies too. However, Kim Hyuna did not meet any of them, yet they were not disappointed.
How could they be?
Her beautiful red lips were as enchanting as they thought of, yet her personality was certainly a variable. But they could not complain because it was a fact that Titanium was one of the most popular and wealthy labels in the South Korean peninsula.
Perplexed and unaware of what to do, they could only stare helplessly at her rough mannerisms.
"Sorry, gentlemen," Kim Hyuna turned from her phone to her impatient business associates, "Where were we?"
"We were about to decide the fate of your company, Ms. Kim. The least you could do is be polite to your investors," A particularly conservative man said, shaking his head as he glared at Hyuna's unladylike tendencies. He could not believe a woman was the head of a company, much less that she would dare to swear in the presence of men.
Hyuna, on the other hand, laughed good-naturedly, which only perplexed the rude man. But as her laughter subsided, her eyes turned cold and she stared at him with a dignified aura.
"You misunderstand, then, Mr. Roy," Kim Hyuna's voice held authority, while her curvy figure was filled with a powerful allure and charisma that was uncommon for a 29-year old to possess, "This meeting is not to decide the fate of my company. It is to decide who is my competition and who is not. For if you are anything but a valuable asset for Titanium Couture, you shall be... hm, annihilated is too harsh a word. How about black-listed?"
An icy grin appeared on her face, as she stared at the faces of men older than her, whilst she sat at the head of the long conference table. The word "black-list" drifted in the room, creating a chilling atmosphere, that immediately quieted the petty man from before.
In fact, it pretty much stopped all complaints in every man.
"Now," Kim Hyuna repeated, satisfied, as she leaned on the table and placed her chin on her finely manicured hands, "Where were we?"
No one answered, and some swallowed with apprehension. The tension in the room was palpable, and yet the woman was at ease as if this was her element.
As if she was made to stand at the top.