"Noona!" Jun's steps get wider, almost as if he is jumping towards me. I give him a vague smile. He quickly grabs my hand, rubbing it with his might.
"Yarh, are you trying to start a fire?" he glares at me.
"Noona, it's all your fault! You came out of the blue. Stood outside like a pabo in this cold weather!" he rubs his palm against my shoulder.
"Sorry. I don't how I end up on this street,"
Jun took out two hot packs from his pocket. He clams both my ears with those. He stays still, warming my face. His eyes are full of concern. Seeing me standing alone in front of his agency's building in this weather, at this late hours.
Yeah, now I'm blaming myself for making him worry for me!
"Let's go inside!" he pulls my hand. We enter the building hand in hand. I was about to yank away my hand. Some people still work in the building at this hour. I don't wanna cause any scandal. Who knows maybe among these people, there is someone who works for Dispatch?
But, Jun's hand is warm and inviting. As if he is an oven that warms a cold bread like me. He holds me so tight like he wouldn't let me go. He didn't care about his reputation as an idol. Seems like he chose to public-date.
Wait... We are not a couple. What's with this speculation!?
We enter the elevator. I pull away my hand slowly. Jun looks at me and tries to utter a word. But I pretended to look at my phone. I couldn't resist his grip before because we were almost running into the building. Now that we stand next to each other, I think there will be enough skin ships between us.
We stop at 3rd level; the recording studio. This time, I insist on following him from behind instead of walking hand in hand with him. We passed at least three recording studios before reaching his personal recording studio, which he called The Booth.
"Come in, Noona..."
I walk in, looking around the studio. The wall is coated with grey soundproof pads. The desktop is placed between two speakers, a complete digital audio workstation with a mixing board just right under the LCD screen. There are two microphones; the front one is a tube microphone, while behind it is another microphone, but I forgot what kind of microphone it is.
"I'm still setting things up. Sorry for the mess..." Jun clears up the sofa so we have a place to sit down and talk. I take off my sweater and sit on the grey sofa. While Jun still clearing up some stuff.
I watch him doing his job diligently. Feeling proud at the same time. He went through a lot to get what he has now; his studio, a secure post as a music producer, a large fanbase, fame, money, a world tour, and stadium concerts. Come to think of it, it's not easy!
He takes his seat next to me. Still worry about my well-being. I know just by how he looks at me. His eyes are droopy and he loses his smile.
"Stop it, Jun..."
"How can I? I was shocked when Yunta said he saw you standing in front of the building alone. Luckily, he went out to smoke. Or else..." he sighs. "Are you gonna stand there the whole night, hm?" he shakes his head.
"I don't know how I ended up coming here. I was taking a walk for a moment," Jun then smiles.
"Your legs brought you here..."
"Maybe it's my heart that brought me here..."
Yelp, I'm being cheesy. That's awkward!
Both of us shut up.
"The Black Card man came this morning," I say, trying to break the silence.
"What?! What does he want?" Jun sounds angry.
"He wanna see me,"
"Why?!"
"He said he is my future husband,"
I can see Jun's expression becomes bitter. Guess, I drop the bomb too soon! I'm being too straightforward.
Again, awkward....
"So...?" I think Jun is losing his words. I can see how he tries to gather his will to talk.
"Shocking, huh?" I chuckle a bit. He inhales deeply. And let go a deep sigh as he buries himself into a sofa, hugging his body.
"I'm in shock as well, Jun. It's like a dream, but..."
"More like a nightmare for me,"
"Huh?"
"Nothing," he shuts himself. Pay no interest in me anymore.
"I think I have some unfinished business with him," I told Jun.
"What do you mean?"
"He said something that made me feel uneasy," slowly, Jun gives me his attention.
"What is it?"
"He said, 'I can marry you, again and again'. Then, he said it's our destiny," I calmly reply to him. Jun frowns a bit.
Ops, I think I jumped too far!
"Is he crazy? Delusional?" Jun almost got antsy. I can see his knuckle turns white. I don't know how to calm things down. Even I'm so confused right now!
I couldn't stop thinking about those words, which made me lose my focus on work. I decided to take a walk and try to ease my mind. I could put The Black Card Man in places, but where? How can I relate him to my nightmares? I can remember those eyes, almost as same as him.
But is the man him? If so, what's the timeline? Does the dream predict my future? If so, then I need to call off the engagement! I don't wanna marry a vicious person!
Never!
"Did you call your parents?" asks Jun. He already calmed down a bit.
"I don't think I wanna call my parents just because of this,"
"Call them. Who knows, maybe he just playing around! Maybe he is a stalker! If he is, we need to issue a restraining order. This is dangerous, Noona!" Jun persuades me with all his might.
"Jun, just calm down. Please..."
"Noona, I care about you! Don't ask me why, but you have no idea how worried I am now!"
Jun doesn't know that I know how much he cares about me. I do. I'm aware. However, the last thing I wanna do is to protect him and I don't want to be a burden to anyone.
"Jun..."
"You're everything for me, Noona. If something happens to you, I won't forgive myself for not protecting you,"
I watch those eyes. Glassy and droopy. He's on the verge of crying. Guilt sips into my heart. Jun is sincere about his feelings and caring gestures. And here I am, trying to push him away!
"Fine. I'll try to reach my parents. If it's a hoax, I'll do what you suggest me to do," I say. He smiled and lit up a bit.
"But... What if it is true? What if he is indeed my future husband?" my tongue slips one more time, speaking my mind out of the blue. I look at Jun. He looks back at me.
Together, we slump on the couch. Feeling blue again.