Mountain climbing with the Devil

He read the message, but he didn't respond. I took one more look at the door, trying to figure out what he was doing in what could have been the single most beautiful room I had ever seen, but with the sound of the TV, I couldn't hear his movements. I looked down at my feet realizing that I had indeed left something... I had left my shoes in his bedroom.

----------

The team had to climb up and down a mountain today. We initially were meant to go on a bus tour, but our fearless leader insisted that we do some mountain climbing.

"How are your feet?" Park Daisuke eyed me behind his sunglasses while he drank from his bottle.

"They are fine." I gritted as sweat spilled down my cheeks.

"Is that so. Well hang in there, 15 more minutes, and we will be through." He snickered and tossed the bottle into the trash, then he continued up the path.

15 more minutes. 15 more bloody minutes. I don't think I could walk another millimetre in these damn heels.

I gave up and took off my heels; nothing was worth the pain of trying to one-up Park Daisuke. I decided I would just wait for him to return down instead of climbing up. Last night I had left my sneakers in Park Daisuke's room, and I decided I'd be the bigger person and apologize first. But he just stood there, yawned, then slammed the door in my face. By the way, he has terrible bed hair; it looked like a bird's nest in a bird's nest. He refused to return back my sneakers, leaving me with my only other option; These stupid heels which murdered my toes.

"Give me back my sneakers." I stood squarely in front of Park Daisuke. The sweat dripped down his chin and unto his shirt. He kicked off the dirt on his sneakers as he paused to catch his breath. His strained breathing tempted me to gloat at the fact that he had picked this climb as a way to torment me, yet here he was melting away like snow during summer. But I had to be tactical about this, it was all about the right place and time. If I was snarky and rude he wouldn't…

"Get in." Park Daisuke strained to pull me by my wrist. "Where does your mind go off too, when you speak to people." He pushed me into the back of the car, fiddled with his back pocket and tossed his room card at me.

"Hey! Park Daisuke. What are you doing?" I pushed my self out of the taxi, only to have him steadily push me back in.

"Just go back. Looking at your feet is grossing me out. Go get your shoes out of the trash before the cleaners do." He shut the door in my face. "Here is my card pay for her trip with this." He turned his attention to the driver. And the driver nodded and reared the car into motion. I turned to look out the back of the car, he stared at the vehicle for a while then turned to shout at another subordinate. I looked down at my aching feet, I had blisters on my toes, and the back was peeled and bleeding.

"Here's your boyfriend's card." The driver turned to hand me the black card. I looked at his outstretched hand as he passed it back to me with a smile, and suddenly I felt like throwing up.

"He is not my boyfriend." I snatched it from his hands and glared at the driver.

I couldn't put on my heels because of the pain, so I walked all the way to his room with my bare muddy feet. The embarrassing stares of people in the lobby would all be worth it when I got to Park Daisuke's room. I planned on rubbing my dirty feet all over his carpet, heck, I'll even step on his pillow if given the opportunity. I looked for my shoes and found them just as he had said inside the trash, with piles of cigarette butts on them. This was first-of-all fucking gross, besides, it had to be a fire hazard. I picked my shoes out of the trash and noticed some brown stains on them, which I later realized was the melted chocolate he threw in the trash. This man. This messy man. This messy man-child didn't even understand the basics of separating his trash. I tossed the sneakers on the floor because it looked like dog poop.

"I better drop his cards and leave." I pulled out his cards and stared around the unit for a suitable place to drop it, but It was only then that I noticed the piles and piles of papers that littered his room. They were all over the coffee table, the kitchen counter. I bent over the pick up one, and it was filled with multiple scribbles of the new app we were working on. Who is this work-obsessed?

I navigated to his bedroom to see more all over the bed. Where did you sleep, moron? The ones on the bed where for the designs I did that he delegated to Soomin, but it couldn't be right? These were due ages ago. Why would he still be working on this project? I knew I shouldn't have snooped, but I couldn't understand what this all was.

"What are you doing?" I turned around to see a sweaty Park Daisuke in the doorway. "I said your shoes were in the trash, not my bedroom." He tossed his bag on the floor and walked up to me. "Who said you could touch my things."

"These designs. These were due a long time ago. Why are you still... What is all this?" He ignored my questions only to swiftly snatch the papers in my hands and make of show of tossing it on the bed angrily.

"What right do you have?" His brows furrowed as he struggled with the words. His lips quivered like he wanted to say something but had to say something else, and as he stood inches away from me, I finally recognized he looked more flustered than angry. "Just get out, and I'll forget your snooping." He pointed at the door. "I'll buy you new sneakers and new heels, so just leave already." He calmly instructed, and not even sure what was happening. I left.

I have no idea why Park Daisuke took it upon himself to work on a project that should have been concluded and submitted. I don't understand the weird expressions he displayed, but I know I shouldn't have snooped, I should have gotten my sneakers and left.

Ah dammit! I would need to apologize again. And mean it this time. Maybe I could avoid him and let it all blow over.

I stared solemnly at my sore feet, knowing full-well that avoidance just couldn't work for this issue, because this time I had forgotten both of my only shoes in his room.