Close Encounters of the Third Kind || Heeyeon and Jangmi
It was quite obvious, based on the lady’s countenance, which by the way showed so hastily just after she had finished the bowl of porridge, that she was a woman of high status, of intellect and substance. The way she held her chin up high, her back straight as a ruler, rarely touching on the couch, with her eyes wandering once in a while, but still contemplative and with much seriousness - Heeyeon had keenly observed all these on the lady. Quietly, but very sharply.
The woman suddenly took her purse, and in a fast pace, like she always did, she almost shoved some bills and a card into Heeyeon’s palms before she could even react, once again rendering her with a blend of confusion and amusement. Before she could even say a word, the lady once again started shooting her sentences, and, though unintentionally, it silenced Heeyeon for a while, but she was listening intently. Astounding morals. Really? A scoff was threatening to burst out from her due to the lady’s impression on her. If the girl only knew Heeyeon in depth, she would forcibly take her words back. Any people who finds out the real Ahn Heeyeon, would never ever try to say such complement to her, especially to a woman such as the one in front of her. In this world embraced with false judgments and misunderstanding, only a few could ever understand her, and Heeyeon wondered if there would be someone who could really understand her actions, her so-called morals.
Heeyeon, still lost in her thought for some time, was snapped out of it when she realized that the girl had quiet herself, and had her attention back to her, waiting for her response. Heeyeon looked down on her palm, where bills and a calling card rested. In all honesty, it was quite offending on Heeyeon’s part, to be given a payment for something she did. Yes, she may have broken morals, but she still had her pride, that one of the smallest things she’s been keeping intact. Money wasn’t something that she would willingly accept just because. And besides it would never be enough to buy what she truly desires. How can it be, if even her pure love can’t get what she wants? But she just shrugged it off. Surely she had no intention of offending her - hopefully.
“You don’t have to, miss. I can never accept such payment.” Heeyeon said, bringing the bills onto the lady’s palm, back to its rightful owner. “But this I can accept.” Raising that small piece of cardboard with text and images all over, Heeyeon hoped that she hasn’t offended the lady by refusing her monetary payment. Chae Jangmi - CEO. Heeyeon realized that she hasn’t even introduced her name yet, and seeing on the card, there was no doubt that she was of high status. A CEO at a very young age? She must surely be skillful and intellectual, and her demeanor says it so. “As for the media, yes, I don’t think i’ll ever need help on that. I am rather a mediocre citizen, nothing special that needs such advertising or whatsoever, but just in case, I’ll keep your contact for future use, Miss Jangmi.”
“And saving you, it’s nothing, really. Saving lives had been a part of my system.” Heeyeon added, a genuine smile creeping on her lips, but deep inside her conscience was mocking her. Really Ahn Heeyeon? Really? Heeyeon closed her eyes for a moment, maintaining her composure, as she fought against the invincible entity that was ridiculing her more than ever. “What are you doing in Haru on such hour, if I may ask? I think you’re over-fatigued. I suggest you undergo a physical check-up after this, just to make sure nothing’s really wrong with your physiology.” Heeyeon said, attempting to silence the turmoil that was slowly building up inside her mind.
"Well, if you’re sure." She shrugged and accepted her money back. But if ever you need financial assistance, just contact me and I’ll give you more than enough." Jangmi sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Thanks for your concern, come to think of it my system is probably seriously messed up with fatigue… But I’m guessing it’s just an IV drip for me if I end up fainting and back to work again." She gave a weak what-can-you-do sort of smile.
"Nice place. You living alone? It must be lonely. I mean, I know I am." Her eyes roamed around the well-furnished apartment. Her mind wandered to her workplace… There was no work today but you could always count on Jangmi to be finding a way to work while others are resting. It was built into her system, a part of life, and she didn’t know why she did it. Perhaps in an attempt to bury the loneliness, the pain that was threatening to engulf her when she spared even a moment to think about it. Yet now she was starting to rethink her strategy.
“How can I eradicate this once and for all but to face it? Working until my bones snap, going out clubbing instead of getting even the smallest amount of rest, what good will that do me? I’m the only one affected by all this… Not him." She realized how deep she was in her thoughts and suddenly found herself still in Heeyeon’s living room.
"Well, I’m sorry to keep you hanging. I’m sure you’re just waiting for me to get out of your apartment." She stood and smoothed her skirt, picking up her bag. "No need to see me out. You take care of yourself, and once again, thank you for all you’ve done," she said, walking briskly toward the door without a backward glance.
Reaching the door, she rested her hand on the knob before turning it.
"And you know what, Ahn Heeyeon-ssi? I wouldn’t mind having a friend like you."