"Where the heck are you!?!" Jisoo literally screamed over the phone. My ears were starting to throb with pain so I took the phone away from my innocent ears."Are you even listening to me?!" there she goes again with her constant nagging. Get a grip girl!
"Oh sorry...um I decided to take a walk in the park. It's the cherry blossom season after all," I said as calmly as I could.
"No! Not again! I specifically asked you to meet us at the cafe! I bought us tickets for Rowoon's solo concert and I wanted to talk through things in order."
"Jisoo, just leave me out okay? Who is this Rowoon anyway? I don't care! I hate concerts and I hate large crowds. You know me so well, so then why did you have to drag me into this useless sojourn? I'm not coming that's it!" I couldn't contain my anger anymore, so I argued nonstop, not caring if the passers-by thought that I was some lunatic.
"Oh no, you are coming mister! I will drag your body with my own two hands if I have to. You do not want to mess with me. If you are not by the cafe in exactly 20 minutes you will face my wrath tomorrow," Jisoo was getting angrier with each passing minute. To be honest, maybe I was afraid of her sometimes.
"You do know that we have classes tomorrow right? And the fact that we study in different departments. I will just stay away from you and in the end, I will be safe," I explained with a happy smile.
"By the way, are you mental? What's wrong with you?! All this temper because of some idol? You're like a crazy fangirl. What happened to you?! Maybe you should stay away from this guy...what was his name again? I don't care. Just stop thinking about some idol and just concentrate on something else. Or else your brain will rot," people walking by gave me weird glances. A bunch of teenage girls even glared at me. Maybe they were madly obsessed fangirls too.
I ignored their stupid glares and waited for Jisoo's response.
"His name is Rowoon! And he does not make my brain rot! How dare you! You're just jealous. He's famous, so handsome, has sexy tattoos, is rich, and is the son of a CEO!" ah! my ears! This girl is so unpredictable.
"I haven't even seen him. And I seriously do not want to. I'm not going to this concert and that's final!"
"You know what? You'll fall for him too once you see him on stage..." and that's it. I hung up. I turned off my phone to ignore all the incoming calls from my best friend. Though I did love her very much she did act very weird at times like this.
I took a deep breath and continued to walk under the shade of the peach blossom trees. I decided to drown myself in the beauty of Spring rather than thinking of a pointless argument. I wanted my mind to be free of all problems and be one with nature.
The air smelled so sweet and so lovely. The warm breeze whistled past my hair, making some flower petals fall onto my head and shoulders. I simply looked up at the colorful trees and smiled to myself. Seeing the light pass through the iridescent flower branches was the most beautiful view.
I stopped under a bunch of peach blossom trees and held up my palm, waiting for flower petals to fall onto it. I was grinning like a little child who looks up at snowflakes with wonder.
After standing silently for a few minutes with my palm filled with flower petals, I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me. It was an intense stare that made me panic unnecessarily and it even made my smile vanish away.
I turned my head and looked to my right: the direction where the heated gaze was coming from.
That's when I saw him...a tall stranger dressed up all in black. He was standing a few feet away from me, staring at me blankly. Dressed in a long black trench coat with black leather pants and boots, he looked like a character who has jumped straight out of a fantasy anime.
In just a split second, all my attention drifted towards him. I completely forgot about the pretty cherry blossoms. Instead, here I was, fascinated by the mere existence of the enigmatic stranger standing in front of me.
I couldn't clearly see his face because half of it was covered in a black face mask.
But I could see his eyes. Just one look at his eyes sent a shudder through me. His eyes were the most captivating eyes I had ever seen. So charismatic yet so cold. They screamed of dominance and power. Even the way he was looking at me made me crumble with submission and fear. Why was he looking at me like that? Was he really looking at me?
I turned around to see whether he was looking at somebody else but nobody was standing behind me. And the whole park was isolated. It was just the two of us and the silent breeze. Why did this look like a scene from one of those scary movies?
You are never supposed to make eye contact with weird strangers. And here I was, just staring back at a weird stranger who resembled an abductor or worse---a serial killer. Fear conquered my heart. What was I going to do? Should I run? Should I scream?
His gaze on me was still so intense. It felt as if he was trying to engrave me in his eyes. I couldn't look away from him either. No matter how scary he looked or no matter how much panicked I felt, an unknown force seemed to be pulling me towards him.
Suddenly, he started to walk toward me. This was it... I was in danger. Who knows what'll happen to me in a few seconds? I tried to think of running away but my body didn't move. The icy cold feeling of danger had petrified my body and I was hopeless.
But after taking a few steps he stopped. His eyes looked stunned for a few seconds as if realizing he had done something wrong. Then, without even sparing a glance at me, he turned around and started to walk away. Not a single word came out of his mouth. Nor did he try to confront me.
As he walked away without imposing any threat, all I could see was the beautiful tattoo of a butterfly spreading behind his neck. Dark inky lines converged into a beautiful design of a swallowtail butterfly.
There was something so attractive yet so dangerous about it. I dazedly looked at it as the stranger continued to walk away without looking back.
And just like that, he was gone...he disappeared into the distance like the shadow of a fleeting dream.