I’ve now been waiting here for a while, playing with my necklace as I sat patiently outside the office. The chairs are comfortable, but I’m not one to really enjoy sitting down for too long. And not only that, there’s some random guy next to me. He’s probably waiting for him too, while sneaking a few glances at me. 

He doesn’t seem to recognize me, which is a relief, fans are often annoying and a pain to deal with. It’s super silent between us. Maybe he wants to open a conversation with me? I mean, it’s totally understandable, I know my charisma is through the roof. Besides, staring slightly longer at his face, I felt like I’ve seen it before, as if it was familiar. It probably was because it was so plain that I probably felt that way. 

I knew I didn’t have to open any conversation but for some reason, I just needed to know if I was just imagining it or if I truly recognized this man. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, flashing a friendly smile, so bright even I could feel it. Damn, I’m really in a good mood today, aren’t I?

Oh, he was startled, almost jumping back from his seat in a cartoonish manner. What’s the matter with him? Damn, did I land on a loser? I should have known from his super messy looks. Well, his half-black-half-blonde hair was pretty cool, but aside from that, there was hardly anything noticeable about him. Wait, he’s… very short. Huh, I didn’t know God made pocket-sized men.

He glared at me then mumbled something under his breath. Shoot, did he notice me smirking a bit mockingly? Ah, whatever, my resting bitch face is hot anyway.

“Wow, totally heard that. Anyways, I’m Lee Minji.” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“… You fuckin’ deaf? I said, I'm Han Soorim.”

Uhm… Excuse me? I gasped silently in disbelief, placing my hand on my chest, taken aback by the rudeness. Who the hell does this gremlin think he is?

“Well, if you didn’t fucking mumble, maybe I would’ve heard you.” 

He then turned to me and leaned closer, maybe too close. He raised his eyebrow in a pissed-off manner.

“Mumble? Listen here, dig out the dust of your ears and maybe you would’ve heard it. Or are you too used to your fam pampering you that you expected me to do it for you too? Oooo, I’m sorry, I don’t think you’re special like that, mhmm.” 

This time, I gasped for real.The fuck is wrong with this guy? 

“What the fuck did you say to me, you dwarf?”

“I called you average, not-special. Did you expect me to bow down to your presence? ‘Cause I won’t. You might think you’re the shit, but here we are, both waiting for the same goddamn asshole outside. We’re basically on the same fuckin level so don’t expect anything from me.”

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I can’t believe I was trying to be nice to this asshole. That’s it. I’m gonna give it to him if he’s looking so hard for it.

“I never fucking asked you to bow down to me, even though you’re practically halfway there, I just asked you to speak louder.”

His eye twitched. 

“So we’re attacking looks now, huh? Tell me, how much did those implants cost you, hm?”

How shallow. A strange sense of pride came up knowing I’m an all-natural woman. 

“I've had nothing done, I'm naturally beautiful. Unlike your gremlin looking ass.”

“I'm good-looking for someone who works under minimum wage, you know? Unlike you, I don’t have thousands to spend on skincare, hairstyle, clothes and makeup. Your opinion is invalid.”

In… valid? The nerve. 

“Yeah, you do look like you work minimum wage.” 

“Not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth, instead, I got fucking dust. I was born in a fuckin cabin.”

“Well, boohoo. It's not my fault you're poor and I'm just..not.” I added, looking at my nails nonchalantly before flashing a smug look. He audibly clicked his tongue at me.

“Yet, here you are, in the same situation as me. Grow up.”

Grow up? He’s the one that started this argument!

“You're telling me to grow up? Who the fuck started this whole thing, huh?”

“You did. You think I’m gonna take some rich bitch’s whining just ‘cause she’s attractive? No. You’re not even my type. Next time, maybe don’t give unnecessary fuckin sass.”

Weirdly enough, I’m having fun arguing. I kind of want to see how far we can take it. I want to make him as mad as possible. Just to prove to him that I’m better. Crush him like the little bug he is. I can even feel myself smiling.

“Oh fuck off, you're the one that got all butthurt because of some sarcasm. And I couldn't even give a fuck less about me being your type or not. I'm most people's type, you're no loss.”

“Butthurt? You think I’d care that much? I’m only giving you a piece of my mind because I’m sure no one has before. I’m just telling you that the pampering is over, princess.”

“Going off on me because I said that you mumbled is definitely being butthurt. And me being privileged doesn't mean you should treat me like shit. I already know what that feels like. Don't act like you know everything about me." 

“Why? Cause your daddy told you to go APO but you just had to act contrarian? So much for knowing how being treated like shit is.”

After first, I wasn't sure if I liked him or wanted to kill him. Now I know. I wanted to bash his fucking head into the wall until he passed out. I grabbed him by the collar and smiled at him. Kind of psychotic, but meh. 

“Didn't I just say to not act like you knew me? You know nothing. Treat me like shit again and there will be consequences." 

“Consequences? Hah, you think you’re the queen of the world, huh? Fine, you wanna go, princess? Go ahead. I won’t hold back just because you’re a woman.” he replied, with an equally deranged smile, despite literally being on his tippy toes.

If only for a moment, I could feel some dark presence but before he or I could do anything, a noise broke our tension.

“Ahem.” A smooth and calming voice spoke from behind me.