Moving Gig (2)
“Why the hell is this person texting me?”
No... before that, how the fuck did they even get my number? I didn't give it to her. When she asked for my bank details and phone number, I just took cash and didn't hand over my contact info.
So, there's only one possibility, right?
“Did she seriously dig up my number from my resume?”
That's fucking creepy as hell.
Thank God I didn't put my current address on there—the goshiwon. You have to use your official registered address from your resident registration, so it's my old place. No way she'd show up here.
Still, pulling someone's contact from their resume? Way too scary. I was about to block her right away.
My finger froze on the block button.
Important talk? Was there something else she needed to say?
Maybe I should hear her out before blocking.
Yeah? What's up?
Yeah, no problem. You have something important to say?
She was putting on all these airs. Must be something big. Maybe my daily pay was short? Or overpaid? I was in the middle of checking details when...
We're done here.
I went straight for the block after that.
“Fuck... I just had to see that shit.”
Why do I only get this crap from aunties...? This is beyond Halla cough drops—it's full-on reverse Jojo territory. At least Jojo was chasing married women on purpose. I wasn't even trying! And not all of them were married, either. Fuck, I don't even aim for top-tier urban milfs anymore... Just stop with these texts.
Get lost.
She thinks she's not bad? I fired back to fuck off. I've put up with enough already—any more and the stress would kill me. Block and done. Time to crash.
“Haa... why does this shit only happen to me?”
To shake off the stress, I set my smartphone aside, closed my eyes, and tried to sleep. Made good money today—enough to coast for another week. Maybe treat myself a bit.
“Is Jeong-ah asleep right now?”
She's hooked me up with gukbap before, and I've owed her a lot. Back when I had nothing, I couldn't pay her back, but now I've got cash. Time to repay Jeong-ah.
I grabbed my phone again and texted her. If she's asleep, it'll send tomorrow anyway.
Jeong-ah, you up?
Nothing I need, but you free sometime soon?
Cool. Meet up tomorrow then.
Reply came instantly. Short and sweet: meet tomorrow. She fired off a bunch of surprised texts, but the gist was she was cool with it, so we set time and place. Phone off.
Fuck... after all those aunties wrecked my eyes and soul, time to heal with a pretty girl like Jeong-ah. I've suffered enough—deserve a break.
I was lying in my room, watching internet streams.
“Hansol's so cute today, I'm dying~ hehe.”
My lips curled up at Hansol's aegyo-laced voice in her just-chatting stream. Watching her... sometimes made me think of Seonghun oppa, but they're different somehow? Oppa isn't the internet streamer type—he's like the ideal guy from dramas or novels, the kind in your fantasies. The perfect media heartthrob? Something like that.
He's got a vibe different from other guys out there, but that's part of his charm.
“Oppa got even hotter after trimming his beard and hair...”
His image kept flashing in my head. Is he asleep? Texting first would be rude, right? How do I contact him naturally?
Bzzz— My phone vibrated. I checked the screen.
Jeong-ah, you up?
“Huh?”
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. I was just thinking of Oppa, and he texts? A guy texting first? For no reason? First time ever.
My friends with boyfriends say girls usually text first to meet up. But Oppa just casually hits me up like it's nothing. Not sure if that's normal, but I can't keep him waiting. Snapped to and replied right away.
He's asking if I'm free? Does he need something? Does that mean I get to see Oppa again? Of course I'm free anytime... no shifts till the day after tomorrow.
I said sure, and...
Cool. Meet up next time. Wanna pay you back for the gukbap last time and all your help so far.
Am I seeing this right? Rubbed my eyes a dozen times, even put in eye drops, checked again. “Meet up.” For real? A guy straight-up asking to hang out? First time... maybe a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
Of course I said yes, set tomorrow's spot and time. Lying here, I feel floaty—like I'm dreaming. Pinched my cheeks raw till they turned red. Not a dream.
Screenshot the chat and posted to DC Inside right away.
Posted for advice on DC Inside and just got flamed. Yeah, I get it. A guy texting first and asking to meet? Super rare. No wonder the reactions.
Now... outfit for tomorrow. Do I even have clothes? What to wear? I usually throw on whatever to go out, no clue if it coordinates.
Grabbed my phone again, snapped outfit pics, posted to DC Inside.
No help at all... I just wanna look good for him, but no clue. Searched “women's date outfits” online, started researching.
What do I say to Oppa tomorrow? Thanks? Is it really just us two? No idea how to react...
Feels like I won't sleep tonight. Double-checked date spot, etiquette, what not to do... Stayed up all night prepping.
I'm in deep shit.