Min-Ho exited the bedroom through the hallway he came from earlier.
Since he has nothing more to do in this country, it is better to return. He doesn't particularly like the outcome of this mission so he prefers to end it.
He sighed, feeling irremediably drawn by the nostalgia of the day before before deciding to take a last look at the room in which he spent the night.
He doesn't know what he hopes to find there, maybe he has a hint of hope to see this woman again, to at least ask her name. He's not one to get attached to, but he doesn't know how to explain his feelings right now.
He is attracted to her without knowing her, he doesn't know where she comes from, who she is, or how and why she ended up in this room. But one thing is certain, far from his usual suspicious character, he wants to see her again.
At least before he leaves.
He knows it will be useless, maybe even a mistake. If he sees her again, what will he say to her?
"Hey honey, do you remember the shot from the day before? Yeah, that guy who took your virginity, well you see, it's me and I want to ask your name", he mimed these words feeling stupid afterward.
Even to him, it sounded twisted, she would certainly take him for a fool.
Even though he is starting to think so, what is this irresistible urge to seek to find her? Just because they slept together and he liked it? Since when did he become such a dead ball?
Min-Ho sighed, deciding to come to his senses. No, he's not going to this room hoping to see her again, hoping that she forgot something and came to pick it up.
He goes there to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything. It's true, it's stupid of him, meticulous as he is, he can't let his belongings drag on. Especially in enemy territory, whatever this woman offers. He's in enemy territory and can't make a mistake, he's just going to check one last time, just to be sure.
He walked around trying to remember the ride from earlier before finally ending up in front of the bedroom door. He sighed raising his hand to grab the doorknob but before he could do so, he heard a female voice yelling at him in Spanish.
"So it's you? You're responsible for this mess?"
Min-Ho turned around scowling to find an old woman glaring at him angrily.
" Pardon?" He replied not understanding why this old woman is yelling at him so out of the blue.
"Don't act like you don't understand anything. You're the one who spent the night here, right? And you're also the one who had fun with a girl. Don't deny it, or you won't be coming back not here like that," the woman spoke as Min-Ho began to understand.
She must talk about the blood tint on the sheets or the bed that almost broke because of their ardor for him and his lover.
It was indeed intense.
He turned back to the woman, giving her a cold, mean look which made her flinch.
"And so what ?" His voice was low and dangerous and the woman gulped.
"I…I just wanted to say…that this room belongs to Dona Titania, and…", the woman tried to explain, the words seeming difficult to utter.
It ended up annoying Min-Ho who dropped the idea of entering this room, too annoyed by this woman.
He moved forward past the old woman before speaking to her.
"It was Titania who made this room available to me, as her guest. What I was able to do there and with whom, is none of your business," he said coldly and without another word, he left the corridor deciding to ask one of Titania's men to lead him to the mansion where the goons he came with slept.
They have already twiddled their thumbs too much, while he should have prostituted his body, they were there enjoying this free vacation.
This bunch of useless parasites.
He walked out of sight of the woman as soon she turned at the sound of the door opening. It hasn't been five minutes since she left the room carrying the stained sheets and not only did she find the author of this shit, but another person took advantage of her absence to come back into the room.
She saw a shy girl come out of the room with a shameful look. Her dress was so short that she felt embarrassed for the poor kid.
"I'm sorry tía, I…I wanted to know…if you can lend me a sheet so I can get out of the club without attracting people's attention" She spoke in a small and shaky voice and the old woman just sighed.
These young girls today wear daring clothes to go out in clubs at night and during the day, they are the first to claim a little dignity.
Anyway, this girl is the age of her last born, and it would be shameful for her to let her out in this outfit.
"Fine, follow me. I think I have a useless dress somewhere in the shed," she announced, motioning for the girl to follow her.
The young girl followed obediently hoping she wouldn't arrive after her parents had already returned from their trip to find she had slept outside.
After what happened the day before, she's already so sore that another shock wouldn't suit her.
She walked like this to the shed with the old lady who gave her the dress and she wore it.
She thanked the old lady and walked down the street, quickly looking for a taxi as a black sedan drove past her with a cold-faced man in it who also failed to notice the girl on the sidewalk.