Strolling down the streets of Ottawa , we were living the best tourist life ever. The only unusual thing was that we had men in black behind us for protection obviously. Our agency couldn't have us injuring ourselves or getting into any accidents that could cause us our name. our producer had warned us enough . one move out of the line could cost us our whole career. It had always been a sometimes feeling. U know when u are strolling down the street to get some food and you have a body guard behind you. Sometimes it would get really overwhelming getting so much attention and having eyes on you .
A few butter tarts in hand and some poutine in our stomachs , our tour guide leaded us to the most authentic Korean restaurant near us. she suggested us to take a stroll , instead of taking the cars as the diner was just down the street.
As we were walking I noticed miss maple getting a bit chilly. of course, her dress was too short for the weather. Being the gentlemen my mom raised me up to be , I took off my coat for her without hesitation and offered it to her. Her hands folded in front of her chest , practically shivering , she refused my offer and shrugged it off continuing her lumpy steps. Agitated , I jogged up to her , I blocked her way , and forcefully put it on her.
Maple's pov:
the only lesson I had learned from this day was that U SHOULD NOT WEAR A SHORT WHITE DRESS IN WINTER EVEN IF THE DRESS IS MADE FROM WOOL OR THE FACT THAT IT PERFECTLY FITS THE EVENT AND THAT U LOOK EFING CUTE IN IT , DO NOT ….NEVER WEAR IT , UNLESS U HAD WRITTEN 'FREEZING TO DEATH' IN YOUR BUCKET LIST.
Walking to this Korean restaurant Issy suggested , cuz the boys missed their noodles , I was chilled to the bone and constantly regretting my dress choice. To stay warm I crossed my arms above my chest. Tae Jun oppa offered me his coat but I refused even when my body was screaming me to just take it.it was just against my manners.
what if he felt cold.
I started walking again but was suddenly stopped by his tall figure . he was too close. Tae Jun oppa wrapped his blazer around my frostbitten body , staring dead straight into my eyes. His gaze had me burning . just then I was reminded of waking up next to him this morning and instantly my eyes widened a fraction as a pang of awkwardness hit me like a typhoon. Backing away from him instantly , I started walking ahead , my head low . a series of unasked questions and confusion was evident in his eyes but I wasn't in a state to answer any of his queries.
This morning when I woke up next to a guy who was not Noah , I felt like a whore. A cheater. even though Noah and I weren't official or anything.
I was sitting in a library in my favorite spot by the window ,enjoying my peace. It was mid December in Canada. as a runaway kid , living in a crappy dorm , working late night shifts at fast food restaurants , struggling to exist, the library was the most warm and secure place. There was a spot there by the window , that I used to love. That window was like a hole , beyond which , all the things , I did not have or perhaps all the things I craved rested. The window over looked a small courtyard. every season I would see people strolling there. With their families. With their friends. no one came their alone.
This view would remind me of how pathetic of a person I was. Seasons would pass by , partners would change and there I would be – alone.
One fateful day , I was working a late shift in a bar that was down the street of my college. It was quiet late and as a matter of fact quite scary. Dealing with drunk men had never been my piece of cake. At around 3 , this very drunk aggressive and purely disgusting guy around his late forties , starts to flirt with me. I tried to mind my own business behind the bar , serving drinks giving him the cold shoulder. Some tipsy group of girls spill over their drinks. I realize they are the same , freaky rich girls who like to bully me. My manager telling me to clean the mess up, I gulped , knowing that those bully's and that disgusting man whose attention I had would cause me quiet a lot of pain . fetching a mop and a dust pan , I took nervous steps.. either I would be drenched in all kinds of alcohol those bully's were having first and then get raped or maybe the other way around. Each step I took closer to my predicted future, my heart beat went wilder. I wonder if people could die from panic attacks or maybe I could have a fit or something.